The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.

It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, with no trees and only weeds.

The weeds are not deep at all, and the flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, the blood and flesh of the old and the dead, and each takes its own. When you are alive, you will still be trampled and cut until you die and rot.

The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot. It's so quiet between heaven and earth that I can't laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so quiet, I might or might not. Before giving this bunch of weeds to friends and enemies, people and beasts, lovers and lovers, I take this bunch of weeds as my witness in the time of light and darkness, life and death, past and future. For myself, for friends and enemies, for man and beast, for lovers and lovers, I hope the decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I can't live, which is more unfortunate than death and decay. -"Wild Grass Inscription"

So it can also be said that most of them are miserable white flowers on the edge of abandoned hell, and of course they will not be beautiful. But this hell must also be lost. This was told to me by the faces and tone of some difficult heroes who had not yet achieved great success. So I wrote the lost hell. -Weeds-Two Hearts

He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.

I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came, and then spring, butterflies flew around and bees sang the word spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.

The sky in which ghosts blink is getting bluer and bluer, and more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world and avoid jujube trees, leaving only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who has nothing, still silently stabs at the strange and lofty sky like a subway, bent on killing him, no matter how many pairs of bewitched eyes he blinks.

When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly cut off my thoughts and looked at the little caterpillar on the cover of the old white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed with only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.

I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp. -"Wild Grass Autumn Night"

A person's skin is less than half a minute thick, followed by bright red blood, which flows in blood vessels denser than locusts and silkworms crawling on the wall layer by layer, sending out warmth. Therefore, each of them used this warmth to confuse, incite and pull each other, desperately hoping to snuggle, kiss and hug, in order to gain the heavy joy of life.

However, the two of them are opposites, naked and holding a sharp knife in the vast wilderness, but they don't hug or kill, and they have no intention of hugging or killing.

Passers-by are bored; I feel bored in their pores, bored in their own hearts, crawling all over the wilderness and drilling into other people's pores. Then, they feel dry throat and neck fatigue; Finally, as for the eye contact, it slowly separated; I even felt so dry that I lost my life.

So only the vast wilderness was left, and the two of them stood naked in the middle, holding sharp knives and standing dry; Appreciate the shriveled and bloodless slaughter of people on this road with the eyes of the dead, and immerse yourself in the ultimate joy of life forever.

In the pain of hands and feet, he pondered the sorrow of the poor people crucifying the son of God and the joy of the cursed people crucifying the son of God and the son of God about to be crucified. Suddenly, the great pain of fracture penetrated his heart, and he was immersed in great joy and pity. -"Weeds-Revenge"

Before that, my heart was full of blood songs: blood and iron, flame and poison, recovery and revenge. And suddenly these are empty, but sometimes they are deliberately filled with helpless self-deception hopes. Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the empty night, although it is still empty night behind the shield. However, this is the case, which has exhausted my youth one after another.

Didn't I know my youth was gone? But I think the youth outside is fixed in: stars, moonlight, stiff butterflies, dark flowers, ominous words of owls, tears of cuckoo's blood, faint laughter and dance of love. ..... Although it is sad and ethereal youth, it is youth after all.

But why are you so lonely now? Is it that even the youth outside the body is gone, and the youth in the world is getting old?

I had to come to an empty night alone. Even if you can't find youth outside, you should throw away your old age yourself. But where is the night? Now there are no stars, no moonlight, no faint laughter and love dance; Young people are safe, but there is no real night in front of me. -"Weeds-Hope"

Where am I now? It is still cold around in winter, but the long-lost spring in my hometown is rippling in this sky.

In winter in Beijing, it is still snowing on the ground, gray-black bald branches are hanging in the clear sky, and there are one or two kites floating in the distance, which is a surprise and sadness for me. -"Weeds-Kites"

The beauty of withered leaves seems to be relative in a very short time, let alone lush. Looking out of the window, the trees that can withstand the cold are already bald; Not to mention maple trees. -"Weeds-Wax Leaves"

He secretly changed the sky, but did not dare to destroy one of the earth; Secretly make the living things decline, but dare not save all the corpses; Secretly make people blood, but dare not make blood rich forever; Secretly let mankind suffer, but dare not let mankind remember forever.

He designed for his own kind-human cowards, set off China's house with ruins and graves, and diluted the pain and blood with time; Pour out a cup of slightly sweet bitter wine every day, neither too little nor too much, and pass it on to the world so that the drinker can cry, sing, wake up and get drunk. If he knows, if he doesn't know, he will die and live. He must make everything want to live; He didn't have all the courage to destroy mankind.

Rebellious soldiers come from the world; He stood, saw all the ruins and graves that had changed and existed, remembered all the deep and long-lasting pains, faced up to all the overlapping and blocked blood clots, and knew that everything was dead, alive, alive and unborn. He saw through the tricks of nature; He will rise to make Su Sheng, mankind, or mankind completely extinct, citizens of these creators. -"Weeds-In Weak Blood"

The soul is hit hard by the wind and sand, because it is the soul of human beings, and I love such a soul; I am willing to kiss on the invisible and colorless bloody rudeness. In the ethereal garden, exotic flowers are in full bloom, beautiful girls are carefree, and a crane and white clouds rise. This is naturally fascinating, but I always remember that I live on the earth.

Untitled in Zhong Zhong said: "Some people say that our society is a desert. -if it is really a desert, although the desert is still quiet; Although loneliness will make you feel boundless. How can it be so messy, so gloomy, so bizarre! " -"Weeds-A Deep Sleep"

How many old friends' faces came before my eyes. Several teenagers have worked hard for more than ten years and secretly killed him with a shell; Several teenagers missed a blow and languished in prison for more than a month; Ambition is high, several teenagers suddenly disappeared, and even the bodies don't know where they went. ——

"They all spent their lives in social ridicule, abuse and persecution; Now, their graves have been gradually forgotten. -"Scream, the Story of Hair"

He sat down again, his eyes flashing more; He witnessed many things, but he was confused-a collapsed sugar tower-like future was in front of him, and this future was only vast, blocking all his roads.

The sky is as blue as the sea, with clouds floating slightly, as if someone had washed chalk in a pen. The moon poured cold light waves at Chen Shicheng. At first, it was like a newly polished iron mirror, but this mirror mysteriously penetrated Chen Shicheng's whole body and reflected the shadow of the iron moon on him. -"Scream, White Light"

If creation can also be blamed, then I think he really made too much life and destroyed it too much. -"Scream, Rabbit and Cat"

The moon hasn't set yet, and it seems that it won't be long before I come to the theatre. When I left Zhaozhuang, the moonlight was particularly bright. Looking back, the stage was as ethereal as the first time, covered with Xia Hong.

The boat is like a big white fish carrying a group of children, jumping in the waves, and several old fishermen who have been fishing all night stop to watch and cheer. -"Shout, social drama"

Create a new small grave, with burial on one side and remembrance on the other-"grave"