Snow and snow chisel the window for you.
Repeat a row
Go good ewe
Go to the moon
Walking beautiful eyes
Look from a distance
In the morning, a few figures are faintly discernible.
Staring at you more and more directly
Lover’s hair has not been rolled up yet.
Your little water hasn’t been rolled up yet
Scatter without wind at the same time
There are no white fish on the water.
I think of reproduction.
Think of giving birth in the night wind with blood dripping.
Gold is like the sun.
I cook and bathe and rush to plow the forest with water waves.
You put your smile behind the autumnal equinox.
Before the waterfall wakes up.
I take
take
Sisters have earthen pots filled with water on their heads.
Those hearts
Those wet lilies
Those who have bred love and love Yuanyang aquatic plants
Even the bronze tripod engraved with vows outside the city
Are all retaining
You still have to leave here at night.
On the narrow road
I met you in history.
I am the sun and you are the day.
I am the star and you are the night.
Get me out of here.
Hold the piano
A slender and sharp penetration
A cavity of thick bitter yellow water.
In the sand
I’m still vaguely remembered today.
In a dreamland of lily of the valley
Be picked up by others
Or can I order something?
You are water.
Is to wash your face and be a family member every morning.
Gasping
Raise creatures who come and go in a hurry
The first idea is spring.
Spring falls with flowers.
So the second idea belongs to those branches
The branches are planed into boats like tired fingers
Move the place where you can’t wake up.