Today's poems
1, blue blue—zhongdao
2, in the world with you—blue
3, lost and regained—Luxixi
4, you are bored, I am beautiful—Hayu
5, Missing the past is also life—Ajian
5, missing the past is also life—Ajian
6. You said—3Bidao
7. Fourteen rows of snow—Hisichuan 8. A wounded heart— Index finger
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Blue blue
/Nakashima
Push life further
Blue blue is like harvesting eyes
in the crowd
I recall the morning rolling
Yesterday's scorched
has been swallowed by the blue blue
Mood In the blue center of blue
I am splitting the pain
bear all the accusations
just like this blue climax
endless black is also melted by her
2003/11/3
in the world with you
/blue
How good is living in the world with you
How good is breathing on the earth radiating the fragrance of your reeds
You know me, the sunlight flows to your lips
When I raise my hand to put on my clothes I think
The mysterious wind suddenly comes, you need me.
Today's poems
1, blue blue—zhongdao
2, in the world with you—blue
3, lost and regained—Luxixi
4, you are bored, I am beautiful—Hayu
5, Missing the past is also life—Ajian
5, missing the past is also life—Ajian
6. You said—3Bidao
7. Fourteen rows of snow—Hisichuan 8. A wounded heart— Index finger
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Blue blue
/Nakashima
Push life further
Blue blue is like harvesting eyes
in the crowd
I recall the morning rolling
Yesterday's scorched
has been swallowed by the blue blue
Mood In the blue center of blue
I am splitting the pain
bear all the accusations
just like this blue climax
endless black is also melted by her
2003/11/3
in the world with you
/blue
How good is living in the world with you
How good is breathing on the earth radiating the fragrance of your reeds
You know me, the sunlight flows to your lips
When I raise my hand to put on my clothes I think
The mysterious wind suddenly comes, you need me.
When I saw you smiling, I was dressing up in front of the mirror
Night, the scattered pages and the whereabouts of the world
A cloud passed by, I looked up and looked at
How good is living in the world with you
In the snowy dusk, I silently stared at the red
Fire
Lost and regained
/Luxixi
I love to eat youth, love, and poetry
I grow up by eating these things
I eat every day, no matter whether I have company or not
I eat every day, but I still get old
loneliness, taste ruined
But today, when I move all this away
draw out all the things that I eat inside
These things I love very much
I see that I won't eat from now on, can I survive
I live It's really good,
I live very well like I've never eaten them
You're bored, I'm pretty
/Xia Yu
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only secrets can exchange secrets
only puzzles can reach another puzzle
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以及爱使生活和谐
除了建议一起生一个小孩
我没有其他更坏的主意
你正百无聊赖
我正美丽
怀念过去也是生活
/阿坚
自己缝制棉袄自己发面做馒头
想起姥姥揍Me and I rub my hands
At that time, the tram was cuteer than the plane now
Those old photos with pickles scent
like small windows, the ancient
outside the window 30 years ago
It seems that you can get it by pushing the window, but the farthest is near
moved by the details of the past
squinted your eyes, and you can do it again
and use that aunt's Shanghai soap
and lick the three-point popsicle with your tongue
The cafeteria at the dance party talks to the girl
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You say
/Bitō
I knocked on the door with a secret code
You say: Please come in, spring
I slowly took off my hat
Sideburns are covered with frost and snow
Heavy snow fourteen rows
/Xichuan
humanity Put away its dazzling light. Only snow is particularly bright around the city. At this moment, the city that protects you from the cold. When the empty snow has been swallowed up in the snow field, you are strictly forbidden to say the name and history of the city. Its all its secrets are collected in your heart. Its all its secrets will die on its own. You respond to silence with silence.
Around the city, the wind sways the stars above the pine forest: that eternal fire
from snow to fire, how dark it is!
Flying in the dark souls
Million
Silently return to the home of heavy snow
Wounded soul
/index finger
Time passes by panic
always frightens my soul
I still have hope in my heart
It can be boring like a snake tangled with branches and vines
My heart can no longer break free
Who can I make a cry for help
I only There is cheap joy during the day
, but cheap joy is always a symbol of depression
had to be done, I open my heart
let you see my hurt heart -
is full of open wine bottle caps
and scars left when poking cigarette butts
1987 October 20,
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