Gambi's poems

When the wheat is turned off, the wind passes through the trunk of the car, people sing and sit on the moon in the wooden building, and the machine is accompanied by the light of the machine. It took me a long time to tell that pain, unlike gasoline, can sink to the bottom of the river, but I hope that pain can evaporate and flowers can't aggravate flowers to dive to the bottom.

Memory covers memory and floats on the surface of the body. Humans take the place of humans in charge of their homes, and hell subverts hell and becomes heaven. Winter is November, December, January, February, March and April. When my light is exposed to you, reunion is a dark room. Today's sun is like a paralyzed truck, taking away the whole afternoon, white vinegar, spring dreams and wild grapefruit, and stuffing memories into the blood vessels of the palm of your hand.

The flashlight shines through the palm of your hand, as if you saw a dolphin falling into the clouds. The shining hand of fate set up twenty-four windmills for me. It is the endless stream of nature, the universe comes from balance, nearby planets come from echoes, swamps come from insomnia on the ground, wrinkles come from the sea, ice comes from wine, emergency lights lead to the floor of years, and cracks lead to my poems. Someone has to leave and come back.

The empty bamboo basket is full of love, there must be something broken like dirt, and some valleys are spread out like hands.

Bi Wei introduced:

Bi Gan, born in June, 1989 Born in Kaili City, Guizhou Province, China is a director, screenwriter and photographer. He graduated from Shanxi Media College in 2008.

In 2008, he filmed the first short film "South" during his college years and won the gold medal in the campus "Light and Shadow" Film Festival. On 20 10, the short film "Tiger" was filmed, and the film was selected as the main competition unit of the 8th China Independent Video Annual Exhibition the following year.

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