<Combine>
Poetry is the junction between me and the forest
Since then, beauty is no longer unique to mountains
Also in me
2020/3/23
<The Wings of Gems beside the Crystal Yarn>
Pala pala
Purple and black orange butterflies pass by silently
On the giant rock machine, the two-winged gem gliding by crystal yarn
I stood on the suspension bridge and took out notes
Know what I'm talking about, and come to see what I'm doing
2020/3/23
<To the Legislators>
Your pen traverses the saliva of interactive spray, leaving black ink on the white paper
Maybe you didn't pay attention
You are not drawing lines
Is the boundary between black and white
2016/3/19 made
2019/3/31 First repair
"Nan Hui Night Ride"
Billions of years ago
Cast into thinly expanded and then expanded gold and silver balloons
A moment after I was formed and before I was dismantled
Collision with a few photoreceptor cells among countless temporarily gathered elements
Pollution from heavy industry is gone
The lights are shining right and wrong
The big cement hand did not reach out, but a thin curved asphalt road was paved on the other side of the mountain.
Let me, who slipped down from my gray arms, sit on a two-wheeled minecart crystallized from iron ore, compressed bones and the wisdom of the predecessors. With the track slipping away, I have the opportunity to pass by, and I have the fate to witness me and you cross
We are staggered here
A floating island
Cooperation between the two sectors
So rare, but so taken for granted
The accident created by countless fate
I'm back south, you are passing by, we look at each other, through the night sky between the mountains and the sea
Convenience for food and clothing
The humble smoke particles seem to declare their absolute right to reproduce
Their figures are enough to cover you, and they have surrounded me imperviously, and the vicissitudes of life that just changed hands
I care about them
Stay in the same place and watch the stale and decay they love to see
Be made into facts
Hands that are gathered into hands
I sent a letter with my right hand, inviting a new partner to break through the yellow fog with me, and it roared, seeing the cage like a piece of tofu
Yeah, what is it?
Countless accidents created by destiny, just asked me for this
Then I shuttled between the mountains and the sea, saying hello to the starry sky during the journey
If you didn't pay, you have to pay it back in no time!
So the wind helped me tore up my bills, threw them behind me, and returned to the dust with the formation of prehistoric remains and air. I straddled my twelve-year-old red-bone wolf, waved to the shining fellow traveler, and galloped east with the roar
Self-note: Red Bone Wolf, the name of Sanyang Wild Wolf Legend R150, because its skeleton is painted red like a fire extinguisher
<respect>
Just like the verdant mountains, deadly to fish gills
The home where fish, shrimp, whales and fur seals sleep
Seagull’s market and restaurant
It's the ocean that apes fear
Just like that entangled branches, giving the tail's freedom
The apes fear the ocean
Seagull’s market and restaurant
It’s the home where fish, shrimp, whales and fur seals sleep
Compared with plants, rocks, water
They live everywhere, but their vitality is the same
Taxonomists
It is also these taxonomists who have created another attribution
Called people
190406 as
190930 One repair
200325 second repair
Self-note: We are all human beings, we are different and we respect each other
<If there is tobacco, it will be my note paper>
If there is cigarette paper, it will be my notebook
If there is a smoke ring, it will be my poem
Cut my dream, I roll a piece of "life"
Spit two sentences that I can't understand myself
Subconscious
Which knife do you use for cooking
Before dawn when the night is dying
Let's order two sticks and then take them apart
Not later
191024
South Hengqu-
<layer by layer>
Layer by layer, where are you going?
Use up all the paint in the palette, you can't trace your path.
Mountains, layer by layer, from deep to shallow, from green to blue, from solid to virtual, from black to white;
Clouds, layer by layer, black as the base, stacked white, then pink, and finally embedded in the blue.
Zigzag, where are you going?
I have asked all the beasts in the mountains, but I can't ask about your future and past!
Water, rushing, rushing down, crashing when encountering rocks;
I, booming, slid across the metal, sliding in the road.
The setting sun behind the cloud witnessed my pursuit and doubt;
I rushed out of the valley, on the bridge, and looked at it. I didn’t expect that I had joined just now without knowing it—
Layer by layer.
191013
<Gold Necklace>
Walking in the fragrance of sunshine and tree shadows
A shallow stream on the ground hit me face to face
It winds past my feet
Show me the gold necklace it has asked the sun to put on it
That is the mysterious baby that the sun gave it, it said, and asked me to stare at the dazzling linglin
Follow this thread, it whispered to me, the magic will work
Your ideas will travel
Through rocks and mounds
Passing by the trees, flowers, lizards and butterflies on the mountain wall
Cicadas and macaques passing by on the branches
Reach the windy grassland on the top of the mountain
Then I looked up to that, my past and baby, it introduced with a smile
White clouds and blue sky
191004
<Smart Wind>
When the energy given is not large enough to break or form bonds, the state of matter should not change.
But there is such a thing, which is smaller than the palm of the hand, and is made of ordinary materials on the earth. As long as it is connected to 110 volts and 1 ampere for two hours, it can do it-
Sometimes a window
Sometimes a black wall
Sometimes a black hole
Everyone is arguing about it
Theseus said that my boat should be considered my boat after changing a lot of planks. Could it be that this thing you said is ninjutsu?
Professor Mai’s interface: The art of transforming beasts can change the body, but not the identity, but Naruto and Demon Fox are two individuals
David Copperfield said that what you see now is not what you should believe
Gongsunlong said that a white horse is not a horse
Tang Sanzang said Amitabha, and the scriptures that the poor monk saw at that time said that all things can hardly escape.
Darwin laughed and said, no one knows how to screen things naturally. What's weird about changing windows to black holes?
Just as Newton wanted to say that there is no wind and no waves, and Zhao Gao wanted to show off that he was better than David, Plato advocated that the difference between chicken skewers and chicken should be distinguished first, and Einstein wanted to interrupt and say that the quality-energy conversion is no big deal
I spoke silently
I say
That goods, has never claimed its identity
Haven't cast any illusions on anyone
Didn't fool us with any tricks
It has gone through life and death, but its function has never changed
Not life, what is inevitable is human selection
Not in a closed system, neither deer nor horse nor chicken
It has never changed
We are changing
191025
<Fern Skirt>
The mountain wears a pleated skirt
it says:
Juniors
You guys who think they’re fashionable banquet stuff, I wonder if their ancestors are here
191004
<Road>
What constitutes a road
Stone chips, planks, tar?
Actually it is just the opposite of barrier
Open up space first before choosing paving materials
What opens a way
Pace, machete, explosives?
In fact, the tools are far more than these
What is certain is to control them, it takes life
The animal trail on the mountain is a road
Beings dominate many hooves and claws
The bridge between cities is a road
The workers manipulate the roaring heavy machinery
Old magazine articles are a way
Old reporters once turned the pen on the paper
Those old reporters
Opened up these yellowing roads
Led me to the existence that I can’t reach
I walked down the road, I thought
But the past is only my spirit
The spiritual hand can hold the spiritual hand
The physical hand waved at the starting point, unable to construct a dead existence
Closed seniors
Why don't you cooperate with god
Why opened one
The road that I can only pass halfway through?
Could it be that migratory birds can only let their wings go south for the winter, or can salmon let their oocysts go up on their own?
Why do I think that my fist of flesh and blood can smash the great wheel of time created by the sky, lead me to heavy steps, and keep up with the light footsteps of my soul?
The spirit returned to the real world contentedly, without any gifts for the body trapped there waiting for it
The flesh gave birth to a strong desire for revenge
So point to the tool
Force the still intoxicated spirit to pick them up
open circuit
190407 Reading old magazine biographies
(1.111)
<Triangle>
Sometimes it is painful to love someone, because you know the other person you love will not know;
Sometimes it is painful not to love someone, because you know the other person who loves you knows.
<every>
Every time I meet
Blooming the continuation of the last feast
In the new time and space, by the two pairs of spotlights of you and my soul
<Yellow and white woven thread>
Driving on the mountainside, I suddenly saw one
The white-yellow woven line thrown into the sky, the highway on which I drive
I took a closer look and found that the two light and pulsating sounds
Each led by a white wagtail and a yellow wagtail
What is tied up by the line, a throw towards the blue sky behind Jiagu, beyond the mountains
Oh, it turned out to be my mood, from the road, that moment
<Yuan Min>
I said that rice fields destroy the land, but
Be sympathetic to the peasants
Until the hierarchy of resource allocation disappears, social justice, or
Everyone learns to be compassionate beyond salary
2020/3/24
Self-note:
Compassion means understanding and empathy
＜Sunny day and smiling faces＞
Not sure it’s sunny days that brought a smile
Or smiling makes sunny days beautiful
All I see is
The sun put smiles warm and shiny
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Life is a cigarette, smoking, I smoke eternity and loneliness
"Thought" is like drawing a map, while "literature" is like photography.
In the former, you will follow the footprints of the predecessors until you surpass the first trace; in the latter, from the very first moment, you will walk on your own unique secret realm and receive what belongs to you only. Treasures, and when meeting with others, take them out to admire each other.
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