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Chengdu, Chengdu
text/Li Yongcai
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In that rainy little town I have never forgotten you Chengdu The only one you
At your east gate, I walked from the strange
into the familiar. There should be such a small mountain
is a lion, not a mountain, a tree of peach blossoms
has become my university.
Where do I smoke, drink heavily, and scold fairy
She wore long hair, and went crazy
She had a lot of dreams on the chair in the teahouse
. The peach blossoms faded several times
My first love failed several times
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Still remember that year
you wore a cherry-red shirt
A little bee, walking around your chest
The sweetness picked, the thick sunshine
I want to taste it myself.
It was also raining at that time, a peach blossom was an umbrella
sent the girl in my dream
into someone else's peach red willow green
and I was still standing there,
in the spring of 1989, in a daze,
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at the east gate, lying on the lower abdomen of Jinjiang
was idle. Only Jiuyanqiao
is catching up with autumn.
The years at the bridgehead, like our conversation:
Freedom, limitation, vulgar aesthetic
sways in the tea.
Long love triangle, like a bougainvillea
The more you soaked in the river, the more you become, the less you lose.
Mental impotence, cheaper than dust and tears
Thinking of this,
A poor child who escaped into the subway
In the philosophy of disheveled hair
salvage the body
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Go back to Wangjiang Tower, you suddenly realize that
Escape and betrayal are not a choice
Climbing up has nothing to do with looking far away, but you can see the distance of
, let the lingering distance
, and take away the poet's joys and sorrows
, a glass of wine, as if a lonely well
cannot bear the eternal sorrow.
Deep in the bamboo forest, fallen leaves are helpless
All desperate lives are as the rivers fall
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At your west gate, there is a thatched hut
The abyss is not the residence of the autumn wind
But a down-and-out poet
The autumn wind is him, the biggest harvest
If it is not the autumn wind,
0 send grain, pepper and pepper
to his study, Chen Mapo’s tofu
is the birds singing in the cottage, and it is also the one that
cannot make
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0 the wind at the west gate, whether it is the west wind
does not affect, the wine flag of ancient Shu is rising at the bridgehead
When the west wind sends away the last immortal
The remaining wine becomes an extra aphrodisiac
Yes, after passing the Fairy Bridge,
All the sorrows of parting are just
A pale thing
Just like the lantern of the Qingyang Palace, it is still illuminated weakly
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At this time, the weather is fine, the plum blossoms are just blooming
5 days later, the lotus blooming on the wall
0 I will tell you the return date
The water rises in Huanhua Creek, the boatman is waiting for
your luggage, nothing is empty
I have prepared for you, the thousand-year snow
enough for you in the vast summer
have a deep sea
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0 rice fields at the south gate, and are widely planted by monks from Jinci Temple
as a blessing field. But the good times didn't last long
is like the flowers blooming twenty-four times
The girl with gardenia pinned on her head
After graduation, she went to the south
A rain in the south wet her life's road
I use a piece of local cloth, how can I block it?
Snow cream like light
I use the key to time to open
again your autumn. The wind passes
Your autumn water is so blue! Very blue!
is so blue that it is almost close to death
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At your south gate, Wuhou Temple is a yellow croaker that choked to death
was flowing away ruthlessly.It doesn't care about
who is the true hero
Hero is a tear that has not succeeded in his career
Falling into the long river of history
Can't touch any temperature
In winter, the skin of this city is cold
Only hot pot gives me the temperature
besides spicy, it's numb. But no matter how much
is, it can't numb foreigners
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0 South gate is nothing great, sitting north to south
is just an attitude
For example, the birds on the overpass, pay attention to the past expressions every day
sunny days, smiling; it rains
fog and lose the tower. If the car speed is too fast, be careful of the red light turning off.
The building at the south gate, the expression is getting more and more complicated
You say the machine, it is as cold as frost;
You say the intelligence, it is lazy and slick in private
It is like a woman with charm and
makes me unable to stop
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The train station at the north gate is God's uterus
Half a day of pregnancy, and inadvertently gave birth to
A large group of men and women
These sudden thoughts and words and deeds
makes my life at a loss
I escaped from the scream of the whistle
Planted my embroidered pillow on the roof of the city
entangled with the sunshine in the distance
Freely reverie, just like a textile factory
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I remember that female worker, her age is similar to mine
heard that I came, and at the entrance of the factory
picked a Sichuan embroidered
inserted it into the collar, and in her left pocket
a piece of fruit candy, which almost forgot her mother's advice. In fact, the yellow sugar in the cafe
has the flavor of good wood url
The girl who wanders in the heart url
has long seen through my scam
The more statements, the easier it is to reveal flaws url 2
I set up a square table at the north gate url
Let two cups of coffee, expressing their own conspiracy url 2
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Here, those trapped in noble shadows url
like bubbles in beer mug
are prophesied, verses and childish fairy tales url
sent into the city url
in time In the presence, the Qintai has no way
The woman surnamed Zhuo
has already eloped with the moonlight
At midnight, the naked street style
No need for extra fig leaf
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No east-west alley,
The sound of academies, tea shops and lustful ears
Woodcut bar
Like the former Yu River, flowing with cool juice
Here, are those brothers who have been separated for many years, still as safe as before?
says that here, it is more poetic than existentialism
can be in the eaves covered with moss
I did not find the shadows of
Sartre and Celan . There is no discovery of
Heidegger's cabin
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The world of Shu people, but a square
It is filled with porcelain pieces and masks
The sky is sunny and sunny
An old man is still caring about
The expression of the divine bird and the whispers of the world
The soil of the heavenly palace is suitable for the
A good rain that comes with the wind. Beautiful wind
is extending. The people's road is also extending
like a wet red skirt
passes through Jincheng's thin waist, stretching farther and farther
In summer, it has been blown away by the cool breeze
Who is still wandering in the square at midnight?
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