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"Cities and the door"September 1992 Press arts and cultureDirectoryVisit tao old I'm just one step away from you Ming Yin to lead the way to, uh
First, although your fingers Road Yuhui
I also had to start from the dust What is written above it, such as a breeze Ba Jin was sick Ba Jin was sick, and the Rise of visual docking After the blood of the river, enlivened Ba Jin was sick, whether he in Shanghai
How do apartment windows and doors closed or wide open
He is facing here, look into the distance

Gestures do not mean my performance- A poet's me BeijingOr visit also called the line . Quiet old man, Shuangbin, head
"I was young poet -"
Suddenly, the old man bowed towards me
Slowly, without affectation Quiet old man, Shuangbin, head My hands and arms to fall in the underground Repeat with my life, but also not It blows the whole forest, as if behind me Deep throbbing, and we still is not from their own
Too far, can find Standing, helped old people's time Youth, the years covered with the body Was half-half consolation for the lonely Received countless hugs the landscape Buildings, old acquaintance JiequjujieMarkets around the nose sections of people to flyThose organisms, to see if they
Among the leading edge plain
Hit the wall in the afternoon, the beam of light
Unlike any light, fleetingTrees are left open, and it's dry
Or green sticks, important than the honor cross-Yi
Often run livestock on the Hill, weight-bearin


gStone of light, the old youth
Master light stand above the wheatOccasional long been troubled by a point
Into the body, the structure of the window dressing
Into the prayer, the time of the liver
Dig a dry well for life
Dug wells of the picks into gold Are accustomed to near tears, not by bribery People get from the bald head Goddess means to you, they will not Xiangpei White leg, one leg in the shadows Ancestors to draw so many looks Sitting in the chair broken, too luxuriantly
Have roots, there is support for the power of the value of
Buddha in you, God's action in your January 12, 1991 A tree and its green mist Is a step into the water behind the embankment One word, one would write a word A skull, through the micro-Yin Stump just half a beat, a tree Yi Keke
Presented a few topics down, reduced to liquid steel Fish slapping microwave, traced back to the
Of cattle and sheep, the race is not proud off clothing
Bending is also re-considered their brothers, the river The sky for us, how much silence Snow fall into the blank filled in their And dance their own way
Therefore, the sky can be many times repeated the words
Silence is not the time to stop looking to each other The building stands high buildings and anxiety
Snow covered with amber eye sockets allow westerly What slips onto the top of the blood Snow is still falling, people go for a very short roadYi Yi "Lotus Pond" This is difficult to match the water Tang also this way, the same way Song
Perfectly calm after the trauma, such as Youde sleep, distributing all things female Lihui Similar accident, the poet's fingers cut July 31, 1990 Years ago. He works much Water is open, as rain, cloud line Solid things important, because sick Natural love of a girl wearing a card to walk leisurely Fly, the sound waves than the temple Fine Bird line clouds, hips facing the world
Beautiful Paradise Road, one can
Romantic world of the doctrine is still
I live here, the hip into another century To spend the lips, for the crane Zidane
Crane met with the flowers and not Xiangqiu Will enter it in the water swim JinlinHalf of Mao Dun Put a chair, let me the stars
The original text. Light lavished more than one person
On the earlier history, the tradition of silence
Filled with the heart. Clear qin melody quiet Exchange between land and sky, virtual image Hundred years later, those who pause Banke Slide behind the voice of the stars
People gum pain
Be picked up in the hands, and cheeks Tail grass next to a sheep leisurely As the size of earrings, jade was then Small intestine, small intestine absorption of calories
Kidney stones, refuse to the naked eye Anxious not rain the next. People always put
Old things suck a new taste. So
Songshan School College go, send
David learned the word families, school is willing to wear a
Not oppose a large shirt and Master
Tunic, step through your nerves Fled to the distant, deeper water depth Muscle relaxation, and shake off Day is still blue, water is still blue
Cut off the memory of death before
I was born again and again, a ages of the children
Disorders so I grew up, trying to save me from ignorance Distant cluster in the red light of war A variety of doors and windows, sparkling Clean up the trivial, the shadow of the visual
Over the outside, full of the things seized
Listen to lullabies, one adult may not
Does not always take, take away the face of white hair Cover the arts categories, all are mostly small Blessed are all, God forgives us
Then we started the selection of possible
Knocking at the door tomorrow, hands, fingers from inadvertently song Not by name in the wings to start Or sink People looked at it, and my heart hurt a bit

Is understandable to the majority of the land Hope that the pain in his heart about it Year, which began on behalf of, continues to this day
Pointing to the pulse of the sun
Accumulation of dark hair, many times Paris on the banks of a river's side for their own name Blinded by your own sorrow, the passing of joy Walking, from the mouth of deathZhao Shuli and the distance between the novel

From heaven. Where the past years Self-contained villages, the village temple
Simple and honest man, a woman growing coy
Ox tail of the season tied, the ancestors of the respiratory
Was half-cooked baked crops, a farmer
With the knee Xiaozheliudi whittled the Cry, laugh, if less, bear, working children
Woke at cock inside their own seedlings. Mirror Of life, the Grasshopper's call compiled
Old, and gradually drift away is a skillWang Meng's gait Calendar for people to distribute cards World, large and small, conical Potala Palace, floating quietly Play a wave, nothing to say
Pierced through the wall as a thin skin
Ask wood into a flower, that cloud is the Liu Xia Yao Xueyin in 1990 Followed by the white hair .
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Given them in the customs Sangui risk Beijing Mei Horseshoe million points sound track Carved outside the window -
Which are the best strains of Meishan Ash .
Tear drop today to find thousands of cheek June 8, 1990 You name the insect, insects
Long to be, in the natural skin
Leave a trace, so that insects floating Difficult to measure flow and still co-exist A person back to life, health and Tide is still rising. Freshwater panic
Wheat has just turned yellow, some people are hungry Gathered around the village, spto the surrounding countries Weinang Tide is still rising. Can not find the tree ancestors
The children of their own green. A Russian World successive start, and clear
Top of things, such as hairpin Pei A laugh, so that the existence of Tiao moved away People somehow popped into his body The weight of the world, Lei Hu gently A quiet, water
A posture of flowers to the micro-Yin If we look to the children, and give Occupiers as the eternal good
Eternity, you can skim down to take My face, my hands, was gazing Country, which are each stroke
Breathe a word, flavor of your soil Make a scene and each object becomes less important They opened, I suddenly found my mother Only brothers did not die in the middle . Return all of the time before the country
I can not Kuiyi, I do not cry
I know, I
Trust should not be prematurely It about, but fortunately not been Five toe marks road A war, a Gong Wei Tips The skins of the mind, nothing
I rebuilt her mother
Themselves as problems. Is everything
Thing to overcome its legs to catch up
Who's at the moment think about who is sitting at a tableWhat has hurt you Would not fall into the screen. Wound
Hawkeye-like particles, in your
Shiny heart, life experience silence in the ring Intended to remain fierce battle worth of ink left
Spectators off their feet
Curtains hanging in the sky, the powder
Posing the clouds, I'll wait for a group of Step to step to, step on rice paper I swayed to the left of the Dadu River
Qingyi, you come to my right cheek The sky out of the groove However, his grandchildren condensate from the net Mountain bamboo stand, some things can only
Into the shadows to do, avoid the do
Broken Vessels, when a broken Earth wind and ran the harvest Chi Sorghum. Sorghum dead. Sorghum alive
Died lived a moment of it
Two moments. Love without scruple
Green bold, blood and seasonal collision
Forever young, his beard was born in feet Come out to the birds, and in the past decade
The fire, sorghum forward long Shua Shua
Rising earth is singing like a wild
Swords and guns can not damage, Phi Hung wounded Reproductive force flowing rivers Want to die you can not die, the dead
Have opened up the soil sweat Those Mi Zaza crops -
My brother, he was elected a cliff in the air Poignant by the process of decline, however Zhan Hua
And it firmly puts it, like
And I can not see what with a certain desire
Stalemate, and gradually take my life Water in the boundless field also has its own
The flame of the sea water clusters is still
They are disturbed, not far from the past
Part of the water standing by
The reef in turn, has fallen Luo group more tightly packed, the more powerful
The more the majority of the desert, the more I feel is dangerous

Desert scared, can not escape their own
Desert calm, people do not know it Words because the sound, it is wrong A cut, jump
"Wrong" because the word itself has a metal Mo Siang immersion into the night
Such as the return to the pregnant mother As land, pine sip his blood Not filled in the ring finger With my life My hair, destined to be attached to Flood Wang Yang, it seems Reflected the drop of blood shed in the bud Politicians in the name of hydroplaning
We as a team of glorious stones Our years of wearing leggings
Determine the bone, denied the cheating The years since the title does not fit our
Generation of a generation of people, have His son, who is the brother and son
What is the total process from the taut We are helpless, no, my father Trained, trained, singing star of the wound
The father of our imagination
Do not speak loudly, not manic Light rain on the earth, passing universal Maybe it had not his father's footstepsDoor Li Hui, see the proliferation of their own fur
Smooth like water, and walk with the moonlight I do not know to flee the danger, or It is to blast out soon, many bright lights No time was standing nearby, burning eyes
Those low, short fiction
It does not look for anything, but then the decisive Vatican. High-century of his death pain People's admiration, and evenChen Ailian dance It is such a position, such as lotus Also here, since from the Jianjia The soles of the feet pushing baby black century
Since the woman's abdomen, from
Earth's atmosphere, we are open Voice, moaning in a month to grow Chang Guo first unearthed in the iron swords and rust Abolition and establishment of the emperor turned into a liquid
Yuxi looking up, the sharp recovery of angry Dancers, it all than we originally Managing the, long, and still listen to support xiao If the lack of a flick will be a half too long Color of burning, was Mappings
Folding sun broke out of sound Singing down the city into a desert
The desert into gold, make it rain root Brewing the of the wine drunk before People quiet for a moment, at least Banke Imperial concubines who fled barefootOr from the inside to show the power of Ning Zhu Slow down the pace of the beast, the white tiger face amount
Awareness back to another colorful bones
Tree with a smile, or will be flush leaves In a complete night, listening to
Fragments of the song his own From our flesh and blood in the Our tears, then the remote home And, we set a trap for their own October 31, 1991 Do you not notice the cold wall
The pain of the past, joy from the ceiling
Erosion debris, you turn a blind eye You lost, you and others have shared ablation
Love, when women want to say love is marriage
The clothing, forward-thinking man has arrived
Original posture. No, not so Unfortunately, your son is away from you at this time Is the noble silence. I was made of the door
Make cold people warm, affection and hostility
Refused to accept, affirming and denying the law of excluded middle
However, shared a room with fire and water, my eyes
To a thick paint brush. I know
There is a greater force me to listen
In and out, inside and outside the viscous transparent You all have been completed, when the rise The third eye of sorrow and human See our penniless At first we laugh at him
(Ignorance, poverty and war, extensive cultivation Phlegm in the community, a swim Three hairs all his reason for living
All blank stacks
Sympathy, compassion, depression
Where the display of despair at home under the eaves
Hair, human skin taut piano sung a human I have reason to be contempt ninety-nine plateau

Plateau, a man in faded a helmet armor
Embrace the pain, spears be taken away A bud, a calyx, Street had retrogradation grass
A bud, a calyx, tattooed, gnawing land
The heart under the skin in the blood fed In addition to the blood and life, I have nothing Sui fire, clutching the wind, refuses to relax its own and must
Year I, become tired of the linguistic meaning of refractory People away from the beauty of the title of the deepest Language like a lost hero of the road Striker down in a pool of bloodHua Mei Wang Chengxi Past have, the world is a few tube pen revealed Fang Lie remove the tyranny of the line
Pure color wash out the groans and songs Ou
It grows, can not refuse to diffuse Frightening to green in summer


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