Modern poem Malan —— a generation of Lu Ye —— Who walks in the center of the ancient city of Pompeii —— Rose —— tells Yang —— Four Seasons Haobo —— Mu Duo in the eaves —— the hidden weapon.

Gu Cheng

The night gave me black eyes.

I use it to find the light.

Who walks in the middle?

Luye

& lt me >

The crowds of time flocked to the same night, and the roads piled up in the same place.

Things are moving so fast that you can't go back to your life.

When the body is on the broken water, who will walk away in the fog?

You can't find any darkness in this colorful city.

Show loneliness

Living in the same place, believing in everything.

And believe that this is the dawn of the future.

Empty flowers left for the future

It's always on. This is what you've been peeking at.

Phantom, who is the real bystander?

Between you and the phantom

I can hardly hear footsteps.

The speed at which things move makes time stop.

Dense scales are hungry at night.

You have no reason to give up chewing the hypothesis of 10 thousand times

The way out is still intact under your feet.

Dark time is like a flood that breaks its banks.

You really don't know the hand that moves things.

Is it for a feast or a potluck?

Masturbation. You can't walk. Your face is long gone.

You have to pick up the shadow on the ground eventually.

Wear it on your body. Of course.

This is not the only thing you can do at present.

& lt second >

You have been listening to footsteps floating in the air.

Be firm when you walk. You are like a spider with a web.

Made up one direction after another.

Walking into the depths of time, you won't easily push the door open.

Unknown life is within reach.

The heavy snow will close the mountain tonight.

Everything will go back to the original liquid time.

Leave your fingers and no one will be saved.

Starting from 0: 00 tonight, the clock is used

Knocked twelve times, and the echo between them hung in the air

Can we break through the tight encirclement between the future and the past?

Let it be.

The city will be closed due to heavy snow tonight.

People who lost their mobility in the severe winter.

Pull the night roots out of the road that comes at dawn.

Be submerged by lights

The night of molting is over.

The snow will close the door tonight.

You would never break into houses.

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Everything will start again. Open your eyes.

There are no tears in your eyes.

Will the truth inserted in the keyhole be locked?

You must give up your body on the back of a piece of paper.

Learn to breathe

You have every reason to start over.

Ten years ago or twenty years later, you open your mouth.

Truth blurts out

At the next intersection, it will be handed over in half light and half dark.

A ruin that has nothing to do with you

1998. Yuan. 2 1. Night

Changsha. Yuhua pavilion

rose

Pompeii

Please tell me: I have woken up from the gloomy night.

The house soon took shape.

The window is hung on a nail, which is a small frame.

A copy of an ancient painting.

My body went through the messy bed to get that one.

Guitar against the wall, and I'm holding summer.

Beautiful and dazzling chords

Please tell me that the blue peacock fell from the tree in late spring.

Under the neighbor's window, shaking, whose tears?

An old ship, abandoned on the beach, in the cabin.

Half of it has been submerged, and the moss duckweed floats.

The rapids in the past storms turned into dead leaves.

In the hands of dead spring

Hold a handful of intact pulp.

Quiet ship mud, like pure winter snow.

Hanging in its own decay, it can no longer dream.

The depth of the sea and the villages in distant water towns.

Barefoot women carry water chestnuts from Luji Mountain in the morning.

It heard the stone revetment in the town.

Collapse in the scorching sun. The old ancestral temple at noon

The pig iron knocker of the sun has been covered by weeds-

I'm already awake.

I am a descendant of an ancient village.

There is a haystack, the son of the wilderness, right next to A Mu.

Guard your youth. The blood on my body is the croak of frogs in the water bamboo field.

I can grow into an adult, made entirely of mortar and cement on the ground.

Brick kiln abandoned in strong wind-on the plain.

Drift, feed me ...

Sometimes, I am a piece of pottery deeply embedded in the soil.

Scratch mother's feet when busy farming.

My taciturn temperament inadvertently influenced the decision-making of the whole clan.

It's like a pitcher on the table-a jar and an urn on the roof.

My cool eyelids are as sober and full as spring rain.

My life story

This is a rural porcelain burning technology passed down from generation to generation. ...

On a little rose, rose

My dear lover leaned over her blushing cheeks.

Her slender waist comes from a moonlit night, from the legend of ancient brilliant peach blossoms.

Shiban Lane, a water town, is a Night Fierce troupe in spring.

There is a voice of Hu Qin in her smile.

There is a needle and thread with small blood beads on the embroidery tension frame-

Her father is a poor teacher. ...

Please remind me: the lost blue sky.

In the corridor that disappears in summer, where should I be for a while?

In the afternoon breeze, open the pages of Li He.

Or "promoting weaving"

When the sparkling waves on the river are covered by vast plains

Blow in front of my eyes-how should I behave?

In the shadow of broken leaves, in the stagnant water in alleys and farmland?

condition

I can't stop crying.

I pour out purity and fragrance to the dark world.

Countless cold stars turn into clear water.

Mennes.

one

Never go out.

Darkness left its original path.

This year is still February, time.

How tolerant is it?

I can't stand the dusk this year.

Take a walk outdoors and pay attention at the same time.

A chill came.

For me, this is a sudden farewell.

While I was still hesitating, the leaves suddenly appeared.

It's even more unreal than I thought.

two

Who stands in the eye in foggy weather?

Indulge in the branches of spirit and ideals

As if 177 1 year, Goethe wrote before his trip:

"You brought me youth.

Happiness and courage. "

I've destroyed it many times.

How much snow has accumulated on my skin?

Gradually, I think

Life and sunshine took the place of cold.

Combine more closely

three

Today, fragility oppresses writing.

But I am still so eager to read books in the morning.

In winter, I go back to my hometown.

Often can't stand a night of rain and water.

You don't even feel a breeze.

That was when I was a child, when I was seven years old.

As if it were yesterday.

Is there more or less travel in a day?

Because of fragility, I am blooming.

Supporting the faint light in his sick body

four

Answer, extinguish, praise

I have reached the point of poverty.

Bayard, please enlighten such people.

Inspire me from talking to listening.

In a humble house

The snow seeped in, and at this time,

I envy you when you broke up,

Bayard, love makes you leave the sea.

When a person feels difficult, you say:

"There are ripples in front of my eyes."

five

I'm talking with my heart.

Time quivers like a feather.

The world is not more noisy because of this.

The commonness and tranquility of the world

From my lacrimal gland

I'm working on it.

Try again and again.

Fill this life with one sentence.

Spring has come.

How should I talk about it?

No tears left.

96.3.5

Four seasons song

Yang

spring

For the sake of spring, we do not hesitate to greet the eyes of the east wind and the whip of the willow tree.

For the sake of spring, we melt tears in lyrical wounds.

In spring, we tried to commit suicide because we were uglier than peonies.

For the sake of spring, we got the stamens before we took off our coats.

Dressed as a butterfly bee, endless acne.

For the sake of spring, we let the wind of love fly.

I was about to bluff, and I already scared him.

For spring, we hang our voices on the treetops.

Singing sparrows don't care about the difference in the east.

For the happiness of spring, we auction other happiness.

The price reduction is not refundable.

For the sake of spring, we cut off summer and forbade it to play.

For the sake of spring, we also expel unqualified spring.

Let them stay with winter and never turn over.

It's all for spring.

Grandstanding, beautifully dressed spring!

Oh, spring, we are older than you.

summer

I didn't know the hypocrisy of spring until I saw summer.

Naked summer is coming.

An uncultivated leg stepped over our shoulders.

Summer, tumbling or summer?

And we were so tired that we were sweating all night cooking.

autumn

Then, autumn harvested our head tremors.

Pass at the speed of good years.

On a crisp autumn day, our love has cooled by half.

Frustrated with the escaped organs

It's just that the inner old age is getting more and more autumn.

Decorate maple leaves with withered wounds

Autumn recognized us before a leaf fell.

Summer fugitive, not dressed yet.

Even if you pretend to be a cricket, you have to show the clues of cicadas

Show off, can't stand the loneliness at night.

Once recited by autumn, we become noble again.

Tear your waist thin and thin under the chrysanthemum

I thought that the moment of falling wood and waiting for rustling was coming.

Walking in landscape painting, we can't help shivering.

This is the quietest moment, and we are suffocated by the sunset.

And a sunset in late autumn can't satisfy the stomach fed in summer.

At sunset, your eternal ghost follows us.

I made eyes at you when settling accounts after the autumn.

winter

We take off the fallen leaves, freeze into a snowman, and put on down.

Fly in the wasteland of thought

Looking at the horizon, it is not the spring water in the future.

Warm ducks can never swim out of the rhyme of Song poetry.

In winter fairy tales, tomorrow's swan will be postponed indefinitely.

The ugly duckling turned over the lake and fell asleep.

I dreamed that Santa Claus who swarmed in was one year older than last year.

Except that we are no longer as young as spring.

In addition, it crossed the death line again.

There are virtual swans playing English bagpipes.

Besides, you will cough badly in real winter.

So we wrapped it in a quilt and hung it on the fireplace.

Strangle your neck with pine branches in winter to prevent being blown by the north wind.

This winter can nourish our peace of mind.

Beat our hibernation with icicles

Until the blunt words attracted bear bile.

Listen to another winter roar outside the window of the proletariat.

Listen, another winter wandering in the moonlight of the soul

Before selling the last match

Sell a homeless poem first.

eaves

A group of reluctant people gathered in

They are unwilling under the eaves.

So gathered under the eaves, gathered in

Under such a roof

A group of unwilling people gathered under the eaves. They don't want

heart

Walk into the room, walk in

Such a room makes them so

Not content with the house, they have even been because of this.

Unwilling to gather

Under a roof that also makes them unwilling.

The eaves are dripping and gathering together.

People under the eaves are stretching.

Strangle them

Don't want to go out like this.

I listened carefully to the tone in the rotten wood

There was a thrilling cry.

The darkness next to it looks like

One night is as fast as a hundred years.

The sound on the water waves is buzzing.

Where on earth are they going?

Wearing an embroidered headscarf

A red mark on the corners of the mouth

Old town.

Like scattered copper coins

look up

People who cross the bridge go home with sunset glow.

Land across the town

You will see.

Charming woman

Walking on the clean grass

Rural scenery on the grassland

Become a phoenix

Do you want to be charming?

The night wind blew her voice.

There is warm skin hidden in the voice.

Queue at night

Without the guidance of starlight

Standing on the hillside

Saw the lights of the city

A face in the light

I am willing to spend the rest of the gold coins.

The soul wrapped in the house

Who smells that?

The soul wears black shoes.

We reached the water's edge in the blink of an eye.

In the sound of water in the south

How much hope has been nurtured?

Tired eyes fell on the water.

Good people trim them one by one.

Bright objects at night

They're all empty shells.

In the white body

I wonder what you will take.

The sound of water drops came.

There is only one person in the whole south.

Don't just look at the ground.

The boundary of the sky.

Make waves

The south is always sentimental.

Turbid river water is also soft.

Like delicate skin

Love roughness

In brown rice

A pair of souls roll.

The edge of the night

Go out like a light.

Who will be in the current?

Blood with liquid.

You can't see everything beating.

A street open to all.

You're just a pawn.

Walk along the zebra crossing

Life becomes a kind of luck.

Pay attention to traffic on the road.

Black hair will fall off overnight.

Hard hidden weapons float at night.

The air is also full of edges and corners.

Crack the shell first.

Then build a dam in the blood

Waterfalls and rapids in veins

feel an upsurge/a turbulence of emotions