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I'm going to break away from myself one day.
Break free from time language
Temporary happiness and pain.
One night, I thought
We can love each other like this for life.
A garden
In my wet body
I can only tell you this now.
My inner desire
Many times I flapped my wings and flew by.
What you see.
Maybe this is just my reflection on the water.
Or it could be a blackbird.
Fly in my shadow
If I had to choose
I like to rub my hands in the mud.
Then pick up the wheat and write poems.
The first poem I want to write
A brief dusk by the water.
A water girl with wild flowers in her temples.
I caught a glimpse of your breasts.
It's too heavy to push.
Your breasts
It has been on me for so many years.
They should be related to autumn.
It has something to do with the original food.
Like crops.
Standing in the soil and rain of love
A life that nourishes me.
A ballad that I have been singing all my life.
Holding up the sickle, my eyes filled with tears.
After winter
See him all the time
Take the paint bucket and brush.
It will light up in the morning.
This description is equivalent to putting
Someone who limes trees in winter.
Confuse with him
The fact is, after coming back from Xinjiang,
His shining eyes
Always trembling like a desert.
He became obsessed with
Write poetry with a brush
Life wears away easily. ...
Don't forget to adopt it.