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Disaster is as deadly as spring.

Torch riots are like rivers in the moonlight.

The midnight bell hung high.

The fire cast a shadow over everything.

Shadows widen the wilderness.

Crows fly in all directions, and darkness becomes a call.

On the night of the eclipse, the monument sticks to the sky like a rhizome.

A man's battle with fate is going on.

Dead imperial power and unborn people are all over the street.

The dark tunnel flows with black that devours silence.

Only black rejection is defined.

Many ghosts walk like storms and collide with each other.

2

Underground Zijincheng, a dream concentration camp

Dead, unknown, nonexistent things

War, snakes, insects, mice and ants, secrets, pioneers

Abandoned order, rank, ceremony

Rotten wood, precious stones, bones, prehistoric protruding forehead and chin.

Foul rain and temple dust

Rituals, Taoist symbols, spells, skirts and old weather

Uncompromising pride rises to the sky like a chimney.

Deep blue emerges from the ground.

Strong light is like a shell, silent.

The guard is changing at midnight.

Two soldiers shook the ice off their boots with flashlights.

three

Faith is cutting corners.

Someone is copying himself, someone is building a monument, I don't know.

I have many friends. We trust and love each other.

But in essence, people are lonely, I don't know

The prejudiced figure I loved in my early years died.

But authority and aesthetic dogma are still there, I don't know.

In summer, at the gates of Dali, my car ate your general.

Napoleon was crowned in 1848.

/kloc-David in 0/949? The trick proved the truth of the concentration camp.

The concentration camp can't be destroyed, I don't know.

Everyone has a secret, and every moment of inspiration is so fresh.

We talk about any great moment as if we had experienced it.

The spirit of the times is eroding art, I don't know.

Christ is signing as soon as possible.

I don't know, the gospels piled up by the ladies.

The country lost its independence and many friends died tragically.

The poet choir is singing freedom and vastness.

Some of them are eager to return to clowns and jesters, I don't know.

Nietzsche's power report tells all Europeans that God is dead.

Milosz refused to sign for it, and he devoted himself to the combination of rationality and irrationality.

He said to stay away from those who once laughed at existence and praised nothingness. I don't know.

We began to use statistical methods to prove emotions.

The victim was rudely locked in a very well-colored window.

Discuss the origin of evil, I don't know.

A dirty illusion swept the whole earth.

The poet's immediate family-ascetic monks and philosophers are looking up at the sky, I don't know.

When the heart is tired and corrupt, it will be more keen on vanity and ignorance.

Spring is like being pregnant again. The sun has the brightest light and the longest shadow. I don't know.

The farthest is poetry, because only its goal is unknown, I don't know.

Every stupid stone needs a heavy snow, and every smart river has determination.

I don't know.

I am submerged in the sunshine and become an imperfect, accidental and redundant part of the crowd, I know.

four

Before naming "drilling wood for fire"

Sticks share primitive impulses with us.

Light flashes only on the surface of things.

Only the heat will go deep into it to show its attitude.

As far as the eyes can see, heat goes in and out.

Communication between things: depressions, caves

Everything has become the boundary of the flame.

The secret of fire cannot be exposed.

The dual primitiveness of it and love.

Fire element can be seen everywhere.

This is a vibrant light.

This insatiable animal

Immersed in the breath of the earth

Things containing fire give birth to life.

The fire of fertility and the fire that ripens it

As long as the friction is gentle and durable.

Before fire became the son of wood

The first is the son of man.

five

The greatest image shaper creates the greatest image.

Fire, only light can match it.

Lonely people sit in front of the fire and dream.

The red bouquets gathered together, and he held out his hand to keep warm.

The cardinal praised the fire stem: this small blue-red flower.

In the arms of fire, death is not death

Mars shining with diamonds and sapphires.

Open the door of basalt

Spit out asphalt and sulfur, spit out gravel, metal and fire.

To die in flames is the least lonely of all deaths.

-The death of the universe

Burning with a raging fire

Thinkers perish together with heaven and earth.

The embrace of the flame is warm and affectionate.

Like a lover's kiss

Flying ashes are their mounts.

The sun was thrown into the sky from the erupting crater.

six

Stern said, "I need a traveling companion to observe how the shadows get longer at sunset."

Between the 18th and 19th centuries, it was enough for one person to ride a big horse.

He likes to travel alone and come down from the vault of the mural, just like sleepwalking.

But it is always slower than dreams and easier to understand.

He passed through the smoke and smoke of the army fighting, through the reinforced concrete bunker, and through the headland eroded by time.

Look at Eliot's The Waste Land

The wasteland is supreme, with no forks and gates, but full of weeds.

Like a hopeless uprising in a concentration camp

The unexplored road is full of temptations and dangers.

We also talked about politics and economy.

An absurd story, a blunt compliment.

Bundles of correct and absolutely stupid dogmas in books

Help us understand malice and madness.

Nature without compassion is beautiful.

Only the sun and death can't be faced squarely.

-This is the light that penetrates everything.

The head was cut off, to the right, and then to the left.

The sun shines on the face, like the executioner's pity.

Passers-by gave a brief scream.

seven

Knight in the vast darkness

Dickens was not a hero in Crete at that time.

Knights can get gifts in the world.

But the world has always been his heart disease.

He is infatuated with Venus, loves fame, and covets vanity.

A knight is addicted to weapons, and weapons are his masters.

Mulberry bears black fruit, and thorns obey the wall.

Dead leaves fall, which has nothing to do with love.

Walk slowly at night.

My hometown is actually very small, in the cool of wild mint.

We don't know the future through foresight and old knowledge.

The horse is sad, the house is dark and the night is lonely.

The white moon falls on the tree like a white bird.

The place where I cried began to get muddy.

After sunset, the world is old and desolate.

Graveyard like 1 1 month.

The flowers in my garden only grow at night.

They are as lonely as I am.

I have a gray wall and a gray cat.

People who pass by here are all saints.

Where you can't reach is the future.

It's definitely not me on the other side of the mirror.

Darkness is the most open depression. Estella is going downhill.

The castle is in ruins, and the condemned man is gone.

One day, the sea and rivers will also die.

But blue is followed by endless blue.

Ah, blue, the blue above the naked dream, hello!

eight

Inferior cotton is scattered in the air.

Dusk floats over the mowers' heads.

The vast sky has been cut down.

It is too small. There is only a messy meadow left in the world.

It's too dark. The sickle cut my finger.

Too sharp.

Hay is dead again.

nine

The sunset smells of berries.

Lonely herders are dusty.

A black tombstone with velvet eyes.

Looking at thorns and thistles

Everything fell silent.

Finally, we only saw a bronze bell.

The clatter of carriages at night

There is a soft voice.

The tamed part fell into darkness.

The unruly part became the planetesimals.

Twilight rustled on the washed clothes.

The wild pigeon buried the light under its wings.

The earth is a calyx with withered petals.

Moon-a quiet calf in the Colosseum at night.

We no longer talk about the truth of history.

Just clean the moon, stars and everything that shines.

10

Drink sweet wine for a day and take the bones of the sun with you.

The river is full of whirlpools, which have black eyes.

The moonlight sharpened the sword of love.

The world eats grass in the smallest stable.

The moonlight is often light, and there is trouble of walking upright at dusk.

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Rust during the day

The golden light of dusk haunts every tree.

Danger and passion are as naked as daggers

The smell of apple blossoms in the air began to thicken.

Floating in a garden that never belongs to us.

The long tail wind is as thin as an old horse.

Turbulent shadow is lower than Arisaema breviscapus.

The birds in the bushes were awakened.

Raise your feathers and face the sky.

Sirius was thrown out of the sky.

Drumsticks beat the drums of dawn on the horizon.

The blind man is on his way home, and the stupid bird is leading the way.

There are traces of dreams on the newly awakened earth.

No one confused it with last night.

12

Toad is small, the sun is wet, and there is a gray back singing outside.

Butterflies are just ugly pupae.

Anxious flower, I can't kiss you

A claustrophobic residence, full of spring.

Petals are layered like ukiyo-e paintings.

The long tongue hissed into the night and slid across the tense water.

Unicorn through vines, dark green night.

The sleepwalking horse is under the curved sky

Light is like a hundred thousand small fish swimming.

Look, how fierce the black bull fight is.

Before the matador in tights throws a spear

In the market at night, the most charming fierceness.

An elephant is running around in the forest.

We broke up one by one.

13

Out of sight, birds swooped down.

Eat the worms in the tree.

The leaves around are empty.

These mountains are mine, and so are the cemeteries.

The sky is extremely thin and the ground is extremely dense.

Sunset is despised by people.

The railway across the wilderness is in the glass.

Being taken away from the noise by an alcoholic captain.

14

The wind blew hard overnight.

The air in the garden is thin and fresh.

Stamens and pistils have gothic charm.

Bees cling to important places.

After careful consideration by vertebrates,

Those mature women are all gold-plated mollusks.

Some gifts may be invisible.

The long drought left traces on the trees.

Deep folds in marble

Loneliness in Shan Ye after harvesting the sunset.

Please accept these mysterious gifts.

They are far better than immortal roses.

At noon, the grapes are cracking.

The bird hasn't come yet.

Sugarcane fields along the road

A funeral was blown away by the wind

Great men are praising the eternal world.

The withered plants slid down the wall like dead snakes.

The new snow pressed on the previous branches.

The north wind helps it gallop like sunshine.

15

It's cold in winter

Small snowflakes are floating in the leaden sky.

Fragments of time and ashes of another world

Mushrooms grow along the road.

The antenna rubbed the silver sun.

Tall Korean pine stands barefoot on the ground.

Heroes on the cross

There was a flash of lightning.

With the purest flame in the world

One hundred sunflowers withered.

But the seeds survived.

Wake up at the dawn of utopia

As we all know, since ancient times.

Snow divides the sun and the moon, life and death.

We met in an era that has not yet begun.

2065438+2008 vernal equinox