Selected works of Lei Pingyang

family

I only love Yunnan where I live, because I don't love any other province; I only love Zhaotong, Yunnan, because I don't love any other city; I only love Tucheng Township in Zhaotong City, because I don't love other towns ... My love is narrow and paranoid, like honey on the tip of a needle. If one day I can't continue, I will only love my loved ones-this shrinking process has exhausted my youth and compassion.

Zhaotong hotel

Nothing is unbearable. As long as I am willing to be that year, many people are keenly aware of my fatigue. They advised me to rest more and learn to be temperate. I should replace anxiety with growth. I was standing at the corner of the stairs when an old man with a pepper box climbed up. The air is filled with the smell and fragrance of marijuana. Then, it was a barber with a dirty mirror on his back. At the moment he climbed up, I saw him take me away, including the youth of a 17-year-old boy ... tourists are rarely carpenters in Sichuan, and traffickers are all from Weining. The only exception is that there is an unidentified person every day. The man said that his hometown was in Gansu. It was the first time I met a silent person in Gansu, a depressed person. The sky-blue jacket is old and white, and there looks a little blood on the cuffs. Maybe there is a letter in his body, and the post office next to him is as strong as his body. I seldom bother him. The escaped prisoner must be wrapped in a layer of iron, which will ring when he knocks at the door. I remember the day when the police took him away. He walked down the stairs with a pair of empty hands. There is no special expression on his face ... it's been 20 years. On the contrary, in the innermost room on the third floor, there lived a man and a woman. They were repeatedly mentioned by me: from 20 years ago, there was the sound of making love, and its door was opened and closed, like the tired eyes of a young masturbator.

The process of killing dogs

This should be the only way to kill a dog. This morning 10: 25, a dog nestled at the owner's feet in the open space in front of the last shop in Unit 3 of Jindingshan Farmers' Market. It looked up at the busy trading area, occasionally sticking out its long tongue and licking its owner's trouser legs. The owner stroked its head with his hand, as if he were straightening out the collar for a child who had traveled for a long time. However, this warm scene did not last long. The owner held its head in his arms and inserted a long blade into its neck. It cried, like a red scarf tied around its neck, and quickly jumped into the woodpile next to the shop ... The owner waved to it, and it climbed back, continued to snuggle at the owner's feet and shook. The owner touched its head again, as if cleaning the scar for the injured child. However, it is also a young master knife, which passed in a blink of an eye and once again poked into its neck strength and position, which is no different from the last time. It cried, as if with a small red flag on its neck, and the owner rushed to the woodpile next to the shop and waved to it. It climbed back-repeated five times before it died and climbed to its owner. Its blood made it appreciate the magic of extinction at 1 1: 20, and its owner began to sell it. Because of waiting, many onlookers are still saying that its shaking is decreasing every time, and telling it that its twitching back is like a wanderer going home to attend a funeral.

Carrying my mother up the hill

Take your mother up the hill and show her.

She has been in trouble all her life. Really, that's just

A small place between several poplar trees,

The river is a small river, the road is a path, and the house is a hut.

Life is a little life. I am her youngest son, as small as vanity.

Like the face of an ant, it can't bear the smallest lightning.

We stood at the top of the mountain and looked down at the sky.

Mom can't find the vegetables she just planted.

My anxiety fills the space outside the poplar.

Infinitely small, spreading, like ancient times.

The grievances rehearsed again and again are long and simple.