You will look at me for a while and the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
3, wild flowers, stars, dots, buttons that you want to lose, scattered on the roadside. It has no autumn chrysanthemum, curly blonde hair, peony and delicate face. It only has tiny flowers and thin branches and leaves, melting the faint fragrance in the beautiful spring. My poems, like nameless flowers, bloom quietly in a lonely world with the wind and rain of the season. ...
4. The origin of the stars and the moon: The branch tried to tear the sky, but it was only poked into several tiny holes. It reveals the light from the sky, and people call it the moon and stars. The chimney is like a giant standing on the ground, looking at the land full of lights, smoking and thinking about something that no one knows.
5, in an instant-the collapse stopped, and the giant's head was high on the river. Dai Xiao's sailboat slowly passed by and unfolded the dark yellow shroud. How many beautiful green trees, twisted and bent by pain, are crying for warriors, cutting the missing moon and being hidden in the fog by God, and it's all over.
6, a house, left the building complex, and acted alone in the air. Blue street, swimming below. We sit on the floor, we like the floor, we look at each other, we like watching.
7. Now, let's dream. This umbrella is very low and red. Your smile is very bright. You look at me, I look at you. Behind the poplar, there are birds and lightning on it. This is after the rain, a person's missing muddy land withered on both sides, with a river and a waterway in the middle, and its cold blood flashed coolly and floated on his lips.
8. When I stand, my body is covered with bright tears. I am standing alone, holding high happiness, holding high the heavy trembling sky, and there is a white cloud resting at the top of the brown-gray pillar.
Wait, there are many more.