Time——
Is an improvisational painter
Using people’s faces as canvas from time to time
Painting a few lightly Pen——
Draw a few tawny butterflies on the cheekbones
Asymmetrical butterflies;
Leave a few water ripples in the corners of the eyes;
Draw a few dark or shallow grasses on both sides of the mouth.
Just a few strokes
Change your appearance.
You poked your head out from a similar time, held up
a mirror with an obtuse angle, and carefully
plucked out the white hair on the temples.
Time changes its angle and looks at you, still holding the paintbrush in my hand
. What was achieved at that moment
was an unparalleled closeness
Wearing a top hat at dusk at that time
A cigarette holder in the street at that time
< p>It happened very quicklyNo time to develop, no end in sight
Hardly touching the beginning
No smile, no pain
Even waiting
Becomes insignificant
The insignificant person recognized another insignificant person
At that moment, everything was completed and my face drooped The curtain, lift it up
It's still a curtain.
Then, there is fire. Self-combustion
You said:
Let’s burn together!
Then, there are ashes
plus yours.
You said:
Ashes are also warm. That distant meeting
Still a list of surprises
You put on a gorgeous mask
My humble loss is a series of shocking data
Your hand is so long, my hesitation is so short
My sad chest listens to the explosion of thunder and lightning
I hold your hand, it is not yours The hand
is just a branch reaching out to me
On the branch, desire is budding
quickly opening up——
Desire crawls Once ashore,
everything was in vain. The days are raining thinly, sometimes it is sunny and raining
Sometimes it is cloudy and raining, sometimes it is strong rain
Sometimes it is thin enough.
She walked a spiral path, sometimes aggressively
Sometimes procrastinating, sometimes hesitant
Sometimes she was quite intoxicated.
Surrounded by a wall, above the head is a life
Puppets carry original sin, shouting inside and outside the wall
There are magnificent figures floating in the air Stubborn disease;
wormwood grows on the wall, and years of humidity
infect the tough silence.
She is tired. Perched on a piccolo.
A string of secrets slipped out inadvertently, traces
Penetrating into the ears of the sky
The void relies on its vastness
Releases warmth The strength, tolerance and calmness.
What lies on that side of the wall?
She expresses herself implicitly, with clarity and turbidity
nurturing the spell at the same time.
She pretended to be awake——
The wind and moon eroded the luster of the rose. As if being blown by a dream
As if being loved by a dream
As if being dyed by boundless blue
As if being robbed by bright red
It’s like being trapped in the hugeness
It’s like being meticulously crazy in the small space
It’s like being willing to do delicate handwork
< p>Like a drunken night in winterLike the beauty of plum blossoms reunited
Like the clear and irrepressible cold
Like death The escape and pursuit
Like a suffocating and trembling imprisonment
Like endless, endless fetching
Like thousands of times Transfer, never-ending giving
Like endless life
Like leaving home without any help
I always miss you, miss you!
Maybe it’s not your loneliness
but mine
When I go home
I always run away from you!
Maybe I’m not afraid of your depression
But I’m back to my original life, my original sky
. Familiar and customary things
still flow quietly. . . . . .
Nothing has changed, nothing has changed.
Desirable meals, heart-warming wine, and one or two
trivial and considerate actions,
he responded to them reasonably.
The peach trees in the garden bear green fruits
Newly migrating birds are jumping on the railings
He thinks it is time to build a fence Got it!
Grow some vegetables and hang curtains to block your worries.
Of course, before doing anything else,
First of all, he had to remove the hot stone that stuck in his heart
He also had to put in the oath-like letter The burning love letter, before it rains
Take it back like clothes.
He is still thinking: Is it okay not to do this?
He stood up and walked around the house
and sat back down in his original position.
It seems that everything is back to the past.
I took a pen and wrote word by word
From morning to night
Just to write the word "heart"
I took suffering, a Write word by word
Since childhood
Just to write the word "生"
I took my life and write word by word
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From beginning to end
Just to write the word "love"