We arrived at Lok Ma Chau.

The fog is rising and we are in a daze.

The palms began to sweat.

Looking at the homesickness that has expanded dozens of times in glasses.

Scattered with the wind.

When the distance is adjusted to heartbeat.

A distant mountain flew head-on

Hit me.

Severe internal injuries

Gross. Gross.

Sick as a cuckoo withered on a hillside.

There is only one flower left.

Squat behind the "No Crossing" sign.

Hemoptysis, at this time,

An egret started up from the rice field.

Fly over Shenzhen

Suddenly it folded back.

At this time, the partridge made a sound with fire.

That smoky cry

Sentence by sentence

Through Joan Hinton in March in different places.

My eyes are red and my blood is boiling.

You turned up the collar of your coat and asked me.

Cold, or

Not cold?

The vernal equinox follows fear.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is not far away.

I actually understand Cantonese accent.

When the rain turns the vast land

Translate into cyan language

Here! You said that Futian village is over the water fence.

The soil of the old country is within reach.

But what I caught was the cold fog at noon

People all over the world are picking their teeth

Use a white toothpick.

live in peace

Check them.

White teeth

A group of vultures in Ethiopia

From a pile of bodies

Fly up

Squat down in rows

On the sparse dead tree

Are you picking your teeth, too?

With a thin layer.

Put a song on the ribs

Love poems locked in drawers for thirty years.

Throw oneself into the fire

word

Burn to ashes

The ashes said nothing.

It believes

one day

That man will read in the wind.

People are scattered.

The swing is still swinging.

The sunset is still swaying.

That woman's hair

Still wandering around

until

Put the moonlight

Throw it on the treetop.

Time, like a green snake.

Through my glass-paneled body

Behind; trail

There was a car accident.

Like dew

A drop, quietly

Hanging on a dead leaf

Don't smell and cry.

Wake up in tears

I don't know if I'm a guest.

It happens that the wanderer urinates a lot at night.

Dreams are mostly black and white, and

Mix from time to time

The toilet leaks.

Music without theme sonata

Occasionally it comes from the window.

Autumn sounds escaping from Ouyang Xiu's remains.

Xiaoyu said something.

Wutong followed and said a few words.

The rest of the confusion must be

The leaves in the next room are colorful.

And the night, already more than half.

The first half of my life lying here is my hometown, and the second half is my life.

Alien

Hengyang hotel

Toss and turn, suddenly turn over

I seem to have a whistle on my back.

I just heard a chirp.

Respiratory pain

I stood on tiptoe and looked everywhere.

Looks like I'm looking for someone

A dream that fell here forty years ago.

From pillow to bed bottom

From the root of the wall to the crack of the door

Lights from Wild City

At the third cock crow.

Hey! So your brother is hiding here.

Chirp

How are you?

Smoke, smoke, smoke.

Listening to your crying, I seem to have lost a lot of weight.

Haw? Haw haw

What? Take off dozens of layers of skin!

Ha ha.

Me? Only the last layer is left.

Dare not take it off again.

Chirp

hahahaha ...

Hometown, don't be sad.

Greater sadness

Not this kind of skin.

But a rotten peach.

And the process of corruption

Do you know that?/You know what?

You and I both live in the core of decay.

postvital

In a shell that will never sprout.

Gee! Pump-pump-pump-pump.

Haw?

You ask me about my future behavior?

Where did you die?

Chirp

How embarrassing this question is for me, fellow villager.

I used to be

A dried-up fish

Silkworms that once became cocoons.

Now he has become an old spider.

Hanging on a piece of silk

Destined to sway in the wind all his life

hahaha

I walked along the river yesterday.

Stroll to,

A place where reeds bend over to drink water.

By the way, please invite the chimney,

Write me a long letter in the sky,

A little hasty.

My heart,

It is as bright as the candlelight in front of your window.

A little ambiguous,

Inevitably,

Because of the wind.

It doesn't matter whether you can read this letter or not.

The important thing is,

You must make sure that before all the daisies die,

Get angry or laugh quickly.

Find my thin shirt from the box quickly.

Hurry up and comb your black and soft charm in the mirror.

Then, with a lifetime of love,

Light a lamp.

I am the flame,

It could go out at any moment,

Because of the wind.

The Death of the Stone Chamber (Choose Sixteen Songs)

1

I was shocked when I accidentally lifted my head to my neighbor's aisle.

In the early morning, the man betrayed his death naked.

Any black communication roared through his veins.

I was startled and glanced at the stone wall with my eyes.

Two blood grooves were cut on it.

My face spreads like a tree, and the tree grows in the fire.

Everything is still, only the eyes behind the eyelids are moving.

Move in a direction that many people dare not say.

I am a bitter pear that has been sawn off.

On the rings, you can still hear the wind and cicadas clearly.

2

Whoever knocks at the door, the bronze cup should still go to show off.

My brothers will come and share my impatience.

Their hunger and thirst are like a pot of vegetarian flowers indoors.

When I opened my eyes slightly, there was a metallic sound.

Ding Dong fell off the wall and landed on the guest's lunch box.

Followed by an afternoon of debate, all kinds of unclean displays.

Language is just a pile of unwashed clothes.

So they are hurt, and they are like a group of animals that can't find a permanent home.

Let the outline of the tree be split by the sun.

Its height gives me a cold feeling when facing the sunset.

three

Like a tree root, it is independent of anyone's will.

And try to support the depth of the mountain.

Like wild strawberries, they don't pay attention to eugenics.

Let the children walk through the swamp

I finished many mornings under the harsh criticism of my slaves.

People who grow grapes on rocks, the sun bows to you.

When my arm reached the inner layer, I clung to the jumping roots.

So I drowned in your blood.

For the skin of your fruit, for the clothes on your stem.

I am as humble as the number on the back of a condemned man.

four

Happiness is always like a person's name

Weight lurks in between, on the edge of the unknown.

Grain creates danger in the embryo of private marriage.

They said, "The way I lick with my tongue."

Enough to fascinate all the red fish in Amazon.

So every change is predictable.

Fingerprints can be found after the name is teased.

Some customs, such as footsteps, fade away.

If you just want to laugh, it's not easy.

I killed all the songs, including joy

five

Matches embrace the whole world with a deflagration gesture.

Before burning the city, a mob was born in cheers.

When the snow season comes, sunflowers twist their necks to find the echo of the sun.

I saw the darkness in the corridor flash through the door again.

Go after the fire

The light is in the center, and the street lamp is eaten layer by layer.

We really broke our hearts for that empty house.

Some clothes sparkle and some faces rot in them.

So many coughs, so many withered palms.

Can't hold a little warmth.

six

If I'm afraid of my sobriety

Please open the windows of those dying cities.

There is no need to rummage through that sentence in my short corner of my eye.

Has passed away.

Eyes are cemeteries.

Someone tried to absorb the first ray of sunshine on my forehead.

Crush me like an ice cliff.

By the fireplace, I watched myself turn into a basin of cold water.

Smile.

When blood flows into your spine, ...

1 1

The coffin kicked over the lights in the street like a tiger.

This is really a strange power and prestige.

Like a silk pillow folded by a woman many times.

I went far away to find a burial place for myself.

Hide a secret

As soon as I realized the value of the ashes, it flew away.

Like a squirrel, between flesh and soul.

Make sure there's a dead man in your heart

But I don't know your God better than I do.

The rise of lotus is a kind of desire, or a kind of Zen.

12

Lightning penetrated from the left cheek to the right cheek.

Dark clouds are gathering and echoes are everywhere.

The mountains suddenly approached and slammed their eyes for a long time.

I smell the decay of time coming from my lips.

And the sound of snow is so fierce that it is the color of crocodile.

I squeezed my head into a pile of long surnames.

The tombstone is so humble that it holds me with cold hands.

Cut a hole in another window of its room, and I saw it.

Happiness on the olive branch, whiteness in the garden.

The sound of death is so gentle, just like the peacock's forehead.

13

They chose this grave, shy souls.

He covered his face again and returned to Yamaguchi's womb.

I woke up from the boulder and stretched out a palm.

Let people realize that miracles are just a pile of rotten bones.

So someone tried to release my anger at Emile Ranquiro.

I breathe the beautiful sunshine with the hunger of Puritans.

The sunshine is written on the winter face, and the shadows of hollyhock and Zi Yuan overlap.

I am like a barking animal, teasing me with the tip of my tongue in the street.

Many customs are swallowed up so that they no longer grow spontaneously.

Many passions separate us between last night and tomorrow night.

14

You are a awake water lily, a summer flounder.

You are an idle ring finger, wandering on the harp.

The first meeting between two innocent hands, the meeting between a rose and a rattlesnake.

In the afternoon when the wheat field was abandoned by the autumn wind.

Are you sure you are a sad urn?

Locked in the back room, no one cares about physical love with you.

Death is a broken flowerpot. If you don't knock it, it will break.

You will also see blood flowing through your skin and stand up after sunset.

Why can't you understand the color of fire when burning a corpse?

Why did you nail the nun's eyes to the cross?

15

If there is a wheat crying in the rock.

But it can also be overwhelmed by a certain action or gesture.

I will have an experience of being chewed.

I will scream like an iceberg.

"oh! Grain, you were murdered by a rich barn! "

Summer anxiety is still crawling on the forehead in winter.

Eyes slowly passed between two walls, eyes like kudzu vine.

Hanging all over the room, when the colors are quietly approaching.

When you can't forget the trivial things you should forget, you are depressed all day.

It's meaningless for me to be scolded, and I'm very tired.

30

Sculpted by passers-by like a naked woman

I wonder how my body is shaped in a huge palm.

How to arrange a good-natured mocking smile?

First appeared in this stupid stone room.

How I don't trust the peace after burning.

Have you ever seen an unopened flower floating upstream after drinking in a forgotten river?

The ancients no longer come, but the blank is still the most touching color.

We still erect a mountain in front of you with songs.

As long as you don't inadvertently give up the advice of the creator.

You will find the grandeur beyond flying.

5 1

Before I recognized who the hand was, the door was weakly opened.

I flashed into your pupil and drank black.

You are a root and a fruit, and you are fixed in one heart.

We danced in a circle and made fire from it.

In this way, I was burned by the black in your pupil.

You put a hand between your eyebrows. To the morning,

Wake up in the morning and accept the fall of another star.

Prove that pain is an echo when you come, or a shoe print when you go.

So you close your eyes and carve your silence.

Oh, silence is so quiet that we can't open our eyes.

Fifty two

Naked is the reason you came?

Daughter, before I recognized you, I tasted the salt in your eyes.

You have learned how to wake up in the matrix.

How to kill time on the sofa?

Wave your hand and push the day into the night.

We are illuminated by the light, and we are illuminated by the clarity of a lotus flower.

We are fascinated by death, we are fascinated by the silence of the wheels.

And you are the road of yesterday, one of thousands of scars.

When your future is in front of you

You are greedily eating ours.

53

It consists of some sleeping positions and a night.

You are a pearl clam with two shells in the sea.

Oh, crow, I live to swallow with my voice.

Let me stand out from your eyes safely.

Let me announce to all the hair: I am this black.

The world is a broken sleeve, and you came with nothing.

Reach out your hands and seize tomorrow.

You were born black, and a moment is a feast.

The guests watched you get stabbed-

Plant a lily of the valley on your chest.

57

Dig out thousands of cold and white hands from the ashes

Lift it up and it will become a cracked sun.

When the projection is still on the ground, it becomes a puff of smoke

Then there is soft peristalsis, sliding down from the spine to the soles of the feet and then resisting upwards.

-A black dragon rose in the air.

The mistake is that all trees should be carved into ashes.

All ironware was stunned by the silence of the axe bearer.

He twisted our sweat glands like a river.

Let us be like this from the beginning.

Only ashes are the beginning.

The Everlasting Regret

That rose, like all roses,

It only lasted one morning.

-Balzac

one

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang dynasty

from

Water victory

Extract a wisp of sadness with black hair.

two

she is

Yangjiapu

Open the first page and lean back.

A slice of white meat

Rose in the mirror

Bloom under the gentle brush

The so-called natural beauty

a little bit

Huaqing Chizhong

Waiting for your hand to be raised.

foam

Anywhere in Yue Xian.

Li Zhongzhong

The smell of wine flowed from the body.

Lips, after sucking hard

This is moaning.

Stretched out on an ivory bed

It's a mountain.

It's also water

One river is sleeping in another.

A jet stream under the stratum

axis

Jiangshan Wan Li

And a white ballad

Wait a minute.

three

He held high his charred hand.

Shout loudly:

I have sex.

because

I want to have sex

because

I am the Emperor

because

We are used to meeting flesh and blood.

four

He began to read newspapers, eat breakfast, watch his hair combed and read the paper in bed.

To affix/affix/affix a seal (to ...)

To affix/affix/affix a seal (to ...)

To affix/affix/affix a seal (to ...)

To affix/affix/affix a seal (to ...)

From this time on.

The king will not go to court early.

five

He is the emperor.

And war

This is a swimming pool.

No matter how hard you rub it, it won't come off.

slime

Jinbeili

War, in the distance

In the distance, flames are blazing, poisonous snakes are rising, and the sky is dumb.

A shocking hairstyle

Dai Gu, the tongue is like fire.

Lick the ground

six

Rivers and streams

Still burning between the two strands

rely on

Can't help but fight.

State affairs.

Lady, a woman's blood can only flow in one direction.

At present, the Sixth Army does not send troops.

That's all, before this Mawei slope

You are the Yang Xu.

The strong wind in the square lifts you high.

A pile of expensive fertilizer

Nutritious

Another rose

or

in history

Another terminal disease

seven

Hate, mostly from fire.

He looked out of the window.

His head

Swing with the birds.

Eyes change color with the sunset.

His name.

Buried by echo

Walk around the room at night

Every window of Weiyang Palace

He stood up.

Cold white fingers picking snuff.

In a slight cough

All begonias in the city are prohibited.

Withered overnight.

autumn wind

He tied his beard one knot after another, untied it again and again, and then hung his hands and paced, the sound of shoes, the sound of shoes.

The sound of shoes, a tuberose exploded behind the window, then reached out and grabbed a piece of water note, and the water gurgled.

He can't understand why the river flows through his palm with tears instead of growling.

He got up with clothes on.

He burned his skin.

He woke up from the cold jade.

Thousands of rooms and thousands of candles are burning.

The bright moon shines without sleep outside the building.

A woman is walking on the wall.

Face nothingness.

eight

suddenly

He frantically searched for black hair.

She handed it over.

A wisp of smoke

If it is water, it will inevitably rise to clouds.

This is dirt, and it will surely become thirsty Tai Su.

A face hidden in the leaves

More desperate than the sunset

There is a chrysanthemum on her lips.

There is a black well in her eye.

There is a war in her heart.

A small storm that has not yet caused.

She has it.

She no longer has a toothache.

no longer

Measles in Tang dynasty

Her face in the water is white and absolutely black.

She stopped crying for hunger with a plate of salt.

She needs a helping hand.

shake

main points

A bluestone road leading to Chang 'an ...

nine

The date is July 7th.

Venue: Palace of Eternal Life

A tall and thin man with blue skin.

A woman with no face

Flame, keep rising

In the white air

A pair of wings

and

A pair of wings

Flying into the moon outside the temple

Gradually disappear

whisper

Blinking and pain

One or two short sentences echoed in the wind and rain.

1972.8.15-a gift for Changsha Li.

When I leave here,

Reluctantly say goodbye

I'm back now

The snow bent the branches.

Wen Jun's return date.

The date of return has long been written in the rain of the late Tang Dynasty.

In the rain of Bashan

Take me in the rain

It took two thousand years to condense into this heavy snow.

Fall on Dongting Lake

Fall on the peak of Yan Hui.

Fall in front of your sleepless window

It's snowing.

Complex and simple silence

Silence is the same.

Your desk is illuminated by candlelight.

At first, a cold wind swept the curtains.

I went straight to your study.

Looked up and looked around, and the walls were charming.

Snow dyed my beard white.

It was also dyed white.

The center of our hearts

Before greeting

A little distant.

Fortunately, the smell of wine on the stove

Gradually dispelled the chill of history.

You said:

Wine is the way home at dusk.

All right! All right! I raise my glass with pleasure.

Then he coughed heavily.

A cough with a strong Hunan accent

Only surprise.

Cold snow coming from the window.

Fly back

You and I are together on this snowy night.

Thousands of miles away, suddenly shrinking into an inch of knees.

Tea buds wither early.

This flower has been destroyed.

What we have tonight

Just a candle that needs to be cut.

The candle is very short.

And the words in the ashes can be piled up into a history.

You often suggest drinking.

This sentence begins with the phrase "There is a red commotion in the quiet stove".

Drinking is a shallow smile.

This is a silent sigh

It is a kind of bitterness that I want to say but can't be broken.

This is a pile of old letters.

Just be caring and attentive.

It's a plate of bacon fried with poetic aesthetics.

It's a bowl of crucian carp with "one side lotus"

That's Jiang Tao in your chest.

Waves in my blood.

It is a poem that Chu people are more successful than tears.

This was an exciting time in the 1950s.

This is the spirit of the sixties.

At this time, there was a rustling sound outside the window.

Shh! You listen quietly.

not bad

Just a pair of spikes through the snow.

Snow falls silently.

The street fell asleep and the street lamp woke up.

The soil fell asleep, but the root woke up.

The birds are asleep and their wings are awake.

The temple is sleeping and the bell is awakening.

The mountains and rivers slept and the scenery woke up.

In spring, I slept and the seeds woke up.

The limbs fell asleep and the blood woke up.

The book fell asleep and the poem woke up.

History is sleeping and time is awakening.

The world is asleep, you and I are awake.

Snow falls silently.

The night is deep.

You've been adding fuel to my wine.

It's very cold outside.

Extremely hot in the body

Have a cup of herbal tea.

Let a little awake to regulate internal and external body temperature.

Tomorrow or no more panic.

Because we finally understand

Wash your eyes with white in the snow

Refine your thoughts by condensing in the snow.

Myths fabricated in the past

This is just a bed.

People woke up in the middle of the night and had a sweaty nightmare with heavy clothes.

We have withstood the test of the wind.

frost/frostlike powder

harm

ache

Persisted and gave up.

Sometimes I hold my head high.

Sometimes I bury my head in the sand.

Those lost years

In those years, they carried lanterns to find their own shadows.

Already is

That was before the heavy snow.

Tonight, maybe we can allow some arguments.

Some eyebrows.

Some of them are tragic.

I want to say too much.

Forgot to say more.

Lamenting is not not not singing.

But when I opened my mouth, I was choked by bouts of wine.

Be forced to retreat

Jianghu Hao Hao

Storm.

I will visit in the snow tonight.

I don't know where is my other side tomorrow.

You and I never shared it.

A fat, well-dressed teenager

But tonight I'm going to talk about the vastness of the universe.

This world is so ambiguous.

Who can decipher the impermanence of this life?

Push the window for heaven

The sky should be cold with a clear bone.

say goodbye to

When you light the candle again, in the instant darkness.

I flew.

Become a blank.

Chasing the sun hundreds of millions of miles away.

Just about to find the answer, a wild jujube tree on the roadside suddenly smiled.

I'll come if you want to eat.

As long as you're not afraid

Loneliness full of thorns

The spittle of passers-by is intoxicating.

so this is it？

The Yangtze River and the Yellow River drop by drop in the pot.

In recent days

I always have my back to the mirror.

Drinking alone

Two or three events in the chest

Chewing dried squid in your mouth.

The more you chew, the more you think.

The one holding a handful of snow in Tang poetry

Laterite micro furnace

Turn to autumn.

It's already deep winter.

male

It's only thirteen dollars and fifty cents to return the bottle.