My back to birthplace Wind starts from Siberia Taking ground of cruel hunt hunt to blow My back nerve is sensitive thinker He recorded the grain with father straightforward palm Still have the face of maternal tic and helpless groan Helianthus matured Always some of person is worn in the crack with teeth in mouth other shabby burner sneer at Paddy flower is sweet low first Always some of person uses sickle one knife ground is cutting one knife poor I do not want to accuse , but I must leave I am not Trojan, want to come back better only I am stepping on boiling magma Along the road that is blanched by moon In the city that walks into matchbox pile This world Wearing decent skirt to attract you at the same time Ground of one side fantastic is lifting brassiere to tease you The guaze mask of the faint flow in mist haze Like libidinal respirator stifling I have a pen only Look at gules wagon flow and aglimmer rainbow Writing omission sunshine and flaming dream I am drawn the outline of with black line clear oneself I know two kinds of people, love I and blame to love me Opium poppy spends the chest that datura and hormone expand Glacial approach spends the look of melancholy of red broomcorn and father I leave Buddha ten million in, but the closest from sincerity I often admonish oneself The person lives all one's life only, honest fault does not rise I distinguish two things, mix correctly blame is correct I am read " history write down " and " endowment control a warning " Also read " instead classics " and " thick black learn " I am looked down on conspiratorial, conflict with, defile and inside bottle I like Jiang Zi tooth Angle did not come quietly in side of river of water of short for Weihe River oneself The east longitude 128 degrees, north latitude 45 degrees Ground of sunshine go round and round is here poetic flavour is beamed The rose of time always is loving at to birthplace gaze at City. Countryside. Most close to the longest I leave historical ten million year, but the closest from the heartbeat Birthplace! My the heart often never goes first Arrive from heavy railing the door window of with the door left unlocked Be being pushed is dispute blame is walked out of those who close is confused Kind a lotus harvests one temple Buddhist relics Kind a kind-hearted results cultivates bodhi I coagulate ice and snow is a transparent heart Birthplace! Your root needs establish to be in my soul I want prep against wind to go Although wind starts from Siberia I dream of smoke from kitchen chimneys to wind around to go up in my heart I dream of a brook winding go up in maternal face I must genuflect says in father grace mound You never already had not left however in the world the world On October 29, 2017 at listening to pluvial fast |
Orignal From: An ice heart is in jade crock
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