Spring script of photography hometown

Coil on the hanger

pure

The distance before the first kiss

Spoiled person

A very delicate portrait

Thirty-one hopeless words

An ambiguous state.

The secret of virgo

A koala and a eucalyptus tree.

The feeling of being eaten.

The love history of cats

Small right hand

Our cat

What about the sixth one?

no

love you

A gesture of apology

Apple milk

Childhood lovers

Jishifang

Subconscious aggression

The reason the nightclub is on the east side

Moderately curly sadness

Fire hydrants try to create a sense of picture at night.

Poetry has always been spurned.

Style of the wind

Change your mind

individual

Marriage initialization

Unusually pure and happy

give up smoking

..... splash ink on the landscape.

Waiting for the most beautiful sunset in memory ... waiting for the story we told to grow up ... waiting for the very unreal fairy tale ... waiting for the oath to fall slowly. ...

We write down happiness with music ... redraw it with words ... and then listen to it at the right time. ...

So all the complications in life ... all the emotional worries ... will slowly melt away. ...

Goose yellow first love afternoon

Homework is full of pickles, braiding like us girls.

I spent the whole salty afternoon on the threshing floor exposing those fallacies.

Flatten a crumpled candy paper and secretly think of someone adding salt.

The smell of sawdust scraped by the pencil sharpener is to hook your little finger with the smell of air.

It seems that something has been agreed verbally. When I grow up, time has been trying to whiten my teeth.

Those air-dried childish, young and flat bodies can't squeeze my heart.

Memory in a completely different address, thinking about the next page of the Putonghua exam.

It's easy to turn to the next page.

"splash ink landscape"

Seal cutting in this city is in the rainy season.

There is a muddy landscape outside Qingshi City, with rows of tears.

You are a blank parting in my splash-ink painting.

Who can never be drawn on the scroll bar?

"Youth is like wine"

The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is the winding tide.

There are seven colors that can cross the colorful past.

Egrets are elegantly painted in ink on porcelain in the distant mountains.

This fragile rainy season is beating with the fast-paced drums.

Damp memories in the house are stored and fermented day after day.

I poured a whole box of pornographic past events related to you.

The beauty and fragrance of youth, like wine, are everywhere.

Rain in Kyoto

Torii outside the wooden lattice window

Just like getting used to sitting.

A memory that cannot fly.

The green color of tender bamboo beside the stone lamp

Like tears that look light and beautiful.

A pool of dry and shadowless past.

Koi fish in front of the fish scale board outside the house

Inhale colorful Japanese.

The longing for swimming is desperately stretching the pronunciation.

An indescribable rain, a black and white picture.

I have sailed the farthest drifting boat.

I twisted the past one by one by moonlight.

Memory is like an extremely slow and insoluble sugar.

Maybe the ebbing waves are too late to dry.

Or maybe I should never have gone ashore in my life.

After years of screening, it can still remain intact on the beach.

There must be some special shape.

For example, fold a newspaper and get ready to sail.

The expanding imagination of my childhood.

Read you a poem.

The eaves after rain are really suitable for wind chimes.

You can see from the window that the sound of the budding wind is very light.

I decided to travel on the cat's eyes.

As a result, all mysteries have become landscapes.

Only hidden things smart enough can grow into dandelions.

Then follow it very carefully without any burden

Because I'm afraid to wake up the person in my dream who only dares to like you.

So I read you a poem.

The movement of opening poetry is very careful and light.

Very light and careful, like cats and wind chimes. I read you a poem.

"home"

The pure world below the photo, you ride a car and drive it.

You promised the horse to take Ruan, but you didn't come.

The paper in the photo is as sharp as a knife, and Ruan's sadness is only now known.

I really want to know a general idea of the whole disappearing age in the photo.

I'm still guessing the smell of air. Imagine the cherry blossoms are still there.

The moss in the corner is always green too fast, and memories slowly climb up.

Make a cup of hot coffee and have some stubborn ideas.

We cried until the end and didn't learn who could comfort us.

And growing up makes people feel tired, but no way back.

Uh-huh, I grew up in the blink of an eye.

The gap between dream and reality.

Mm-hmm. What do we have left?

Go home, I'm hoarse. I just want to talk to someone.

So don't let care turn into loneliness and fear.

We cried until the end and didn't learn who could comfort us.

And growing up makes people feel tired, but no way back.

Uh-huh, I grew up in the blink of an eye.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, starting to rub against the ideal.

Mm-hmm. We struggled with laughter.

It's raining, and the south wind blows gently on the bamboo fence in my hometown.

Say goodbye to prosperity, unload your luggage and go home.

The old wall clock on the wall is from a certain time and space in the past. You will understand when I say it.

Life that has disappeared is impossible to start over. I said you were sad.

Is the sewing machine in the living room making noise again? I said you were sad.

Back to the streets of childhood, uneasy, mixed with heartbeat. I said you smiled.

"Laugh at the scenery"

Moonlight sounds like a spike, and I lament the pale environment.

It's not just coniferous forest that stings the frame.

And my sadness about lack of oxygen at high altitude.

A proud vulture hovered in front of my eyes, and you raised it.

I'm trying to paint carefully what you gave me with a brush.

The vulture continued to fly low around the mountain with the bridge of the nose, I asked in regret at the corner of my mouth.

How did I finish this work about will?

On the way back to this crowded exhibition hall, I kept quiet.

No one noticed that I was color-coded in the lower right corner of the forest boundary picture

My love, you nailed my voice to the wall.

It's a ridiculous scenery.

"hanging"

Sticky hair and corpse blood were scattered on the broken wall of the waves.

The swollen body is still growing. Shut down the satellite online in South Asia.

Pretend nothing happened. I'm listening to the clay doll

destiny

Smoke smells like wire, winding in the dusk.

My familiarity with you slowly grinds into a sharp blade.

I once cut the cross-section of youth and began to look for the year when I met you.

In the outermost circle, I see that you are closely dependent on each other

It turns out that in this life, I can only be your circle.

"compromise"

The aging wilderness has repeatedly missed the rainy season.

So I gave up the spotless flight.

Don't miss the fallen leaves around you, don't miss the withering in front of you, and don't miss the oncoming snowflakes.

In this world where beauty turns white after all.

Deep meditation

I'm already meditating. How to cross the river with an open heart?

How embarrassing it is for cyan to hide in the mountains but it is difficult to show its loneliness.

I just finished writing thirteen strokes of love, and the old pine outside the ink window was cut everywhere.

The monk pushed the temple gate but couldn't get through the world of mortals. The tea in the room is cold.

Tears are like misty rain. Is it unbearable to sigh euphemistically in vernacular Chinese?

You are happier than before after breaking up, and I am not happy.

Is this Zen directed at people's hearts?

pure

Your simplicity is an independent world.

The clouds there are like warm quilts.

High purity innocence is flowing in the air.

Intimacy flies, and the afternoon wind is as easy to fall asleep as a pillow.

Your simplicity is an independent world.

Love become a butterfly, lovers' consideration of food is endless.

Tenderness is full of Yuan Ye, and thoughts are tightly surrounded like a forest.

In the season of vowing to sow, we will be together for a lifetime in a blink of an eye.

Your simplicity is an independent world.

People who love transparency in the crowd can see through several people in a row.

Some memory layers in the frontal lobe of the brain

Some memory layers in the frontal lobe of the brain

The aquatic plants in the oasis are extremely fertile and lush.

The fierce blade of Takan.

And then I can't remember what it is.

A lonely city in Mobei that can't be outlined with a pen.

Pure white paper is describing a bloody expedition.

I carefully explained the composition of this article word by word with a pen.

Is to cut open the cerebellum and dig the grave of the hippocampus

There are many problems in examining the cross section of brain cells.

This article finally began to have some flavor of the Western Han Dynasty.

In my hometown, roots were dug and crops were burned.

And then I can't remember what it is.

Camel bells in Dunhuang and the sound of Qiang flute in the distance

Monks lost their piety and were sacrificed along the way.

The lamp in this room began to look for the god of faith.

My messy handwriting finally broke through the city gate.

My bloody armor was aimed at by many arrows.

You tied a rope to the beam and said that reincarnation had to wait.

What do you call this life, dear?

Dengxia

After reading under the lamp, Jin Yong consciously made great contributions to poetry.

Wash and drain the moonlight and scoop a spoonful of ugly tea.

An orange calligraphy falls between heaven and earth.

This ink color is poetic in the dialogue of imitating Zen, and poetry is easy to produce fake paintings.

Put aside the residual poems first, kill or not.

Heroes are just a few handsome chapters.

Ordinary family between poetry and non-poetry

Unexpectedly, the smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up to the horizon.

Childhood lovers

A lizard on the alert goes in and out of the snake market in disguise.

But ants who buy their weight by the scale can see through its middle and lower layers at a glance.

The sunlight is so strong that the hot air interferes with its silent reptile-like graceful molting.

I wore a shade hat, but I unconsciously added some accents.

After all, you can't get rid of your hometown. Who says four feet hidden in a snake's nest are redundant?

The lizard that poked around and mistook it for a snake is the same as the one I mistook for a snake.

I carefully opened the mood of the moment when the gravel lizard disappeared.

It's a pity that this seems to be a childish sentence he made many years ago.

After all, I must put on my snakeskin coat again and go back to the reptile market.

And his immaturity. Wow, it's a pity that I can still walk with my feet.

Rhyme game

Everyone who knows me knows a secret.

The story begins with foreshadowing.

Usually, the emotions brewed by self-assumptions are sorted out first.

Then write down two Chinese characters with melodramatic style.

Tears or flower season

Next, the spacing of each paragraph phrase

The gap between them is actually very deliberate.

Deliberately please the order of reading.

Try to make the ending sound powerful.

Of course, the middle of the story is still wet.

Say a few words from a sad point of view

Sigh or leave

Such elaborate design

Just to make the story look

Self-righteous beauty

No, actually, all my efforts are piled up.

Pile up these rhyming words.

Just to make the last sentence, the last sentence.

The last sentence is impeccable love you.

Will not change until death.

When I love you the most.

Leave me at an angle parallel to the horizon.

I carefully handed you over to me myself.

Dry sadness

Carefully planted in the most conspicuous corner of memory.

And then use my unpolluted loneliness all my life

Irrigate it affectionately until it is leafy and intertwined.

Flowers bloom and finally bear fruit.

A pair of cocoon veterans are touching under the tree.

I love your outline for more than forty years.

The fruit fell beside me, smiling.

And proudly said to the soil

It turns out that the so-called love in this world will never die.

It means me.

Vincent Fang's Other Flat Rhymes

cut/shed/downsize the number of the staff

I remember it was raining in Mao Mao that day.

I'm looking for you who have left here.

I think of you crying and saying goodbye.

They laughed and said these three lines.

It's just a dirty word.

Grammatically, it is too simple and plain, and the vernacular has no cohesion.

Lack of literary accomplishment in word meaning

Literally like the tone of love between middle school students.

Be despised and despised in the eyes of poets.

Look down upon it at all.

In the country of poetry, it is doomed to be completely rejected.

Alas, it turns out that some things are redundant to explain.

Where will they know these three lines?

Is the only thing I'll take to my grave.

memory

He has the tenderness of a cat in his eyes.

She occasionally waves a cat's fist when she is very light.

As light as a feather, there is almost no weight requirement.

At this moment, any smile can quickly mature at any time.

So I tiptoed and gave a whole plate of fish to splurge on.

The tenderness with a little thorn has awakened the clue that I love her from now on.

He ordered a past tense that day.

I always feel that her poems are all about the port background.

It's like my salty shadow and some outdated worries.

This metaphor is quietly copied in unexpected places.

The air-dried oath is written in the lyrics where it is not easy to corrupt.

We sang loudly to each other, and we will fall in love once.

Ring is an adjective here.

Ring is an adjective here to describe a kind of external behavior of Hermon.

Swearing is classified as a proper noun, which is a specific ceremony in a certain time and space.

Romance is not explained as much as possible, otherwise it will be embarrassing to mate in the end.

Hero clock

Even if the general is facing a big Tang Dynasty.

The embroidered shoes in this restaurant make Jiangshan so euphemistic.

Bile is still hanging on the beam outside the eaves, and the waist is thin in the sunset.

But it has sunk into the dyehouse of Iraqi boudoir.

The wine flag fluttered wildly, and the beauty flashed back.

Should be the inn where the knife fell, but let a piece of rice paper shuttle back and forth between the fish and the goose.

The hand holding the pen is not strong enough, but the poem hanging on the wrist has begun to show its edge.

Chinese characters can be so delicate and affectionate.

scenic postcard

Egrets stand in the countryside visually, but the lines of the wind are not new.

Like smoke in the distant view, it is beautiful but can't move forward.

The smell that can be linked is the eaves where swallows nest.

As beautiful as a wet rice field in early spring, but still unable to move forward.

Of course, you don't have to have a picture of marble soda.

In fact, this sentence of quadrangle alone is enough for childhood.

I really don't need too many memories of my past.

Blurred color

The smell of sawdust being scraped up is like a completely infatuated plot.

My only regret from beginning to end comes from the lies I told, which are not pure white and beautiful.

Like drinking you with your eyes, having a hangover, and so on.

At night, I carefully carved the yellow first quarter moon and customized a hook-shaped ending.

Finally, I can't bear to erase and destroy every emotion in my memory.

After years of constant ambiguity, I got to know Burgundy after fermentation.

You will always smell better in my memory.

love

The logic between liquid and water must be separated if liquid is obscure.

Therefore, tears should be described as an emotion that cannot be recorded in words in an instant.

Just can't write love directly like lyrics.

I began to blush and modify the confession of the self-righteous poem just now.

If the promise is an unfathomable sea, I don't know how to prove to you that I have been to the cliff.