Back of the moon

One

I live by cards and changing numbers.

And the ancients were at my age.

Soaked in the jar

Sunbathing and willow in front of the door

A moonlight breaks the silence

Turning the soul at night

Running water does not miss

Stars ignite the future

Dear, in the rain, Jiangnan

Hiding under my paper umbrella

Stepping on the bluestone

We sing love songs, rowing boats, picking white chrysanthemums

Good flower, full moon

two

I am sure, I will die at night.

Tumbled pine forest, rivers and fields

Always silent, still cold

The wormwood on the thatched roof has been swallowed up by the wind

Unrecognized soil

Chattering at night

They complain of pain, corpses, sweat and laughter

Whose heart landslide

Ringing is not cold at zero o'clock

three

Woke up in the early hours, the fish in the tank is very dense

The backyard has a whining of bamboo breaks

The bird flew away, the orange was rotten

In the winter, endless snow

Wet the lips of the moon

Patchy mottled, turbulent

The wind whizzes past the dark day

Grinding teeth, drinking blood, humeral head

Butterfly film, dance step

The cornfield is full of flowers and sadness

You said, or don’t say

I have to play the matouqin

Let the piano eat dust alone

four

Someone came knocking at the door and kept squatting

Do not open, do not open, just do not open for you

Continue to give your courtesy to some people.

I like to see how you nod your head.

That kind of flattery will make my heart laugh

The temperature of the sea to the other side

Dandelion is singing, dancing without stopping

Her tango jumps well.

Argentine girls can match each

Give me a dead straw

Don't take it to save lives, don't burn

And dig a grave for it

Buried deep joy

Buried love

She will be eternal, under the heavens

Rise from the ashes

More beautiful than the phoenix, more proud

Is dawn

Fives

Editing the past into broken images

I want to build the house on a drop of dewdrops.

When the moon is in the head, the fire is booming.

The tea without tea is the most mellow, the cutest

The mountain road twists its legs and claws in the darkness

I can hide the back of the moon, but I can’t hide it.

Full of tiredness

More terrible than you are lonely standing

More sad than you is the promise of a group of people drunk.

six

I finally met you here.

This lost many years of aroma

I ran for thousands of miles and settled in the canyon.

The purple roof is very dazzling, the purple paint is too glaring

Mother has fallen from the dream

Uninhabited wilderness, desire is dead

Not far from spring

There are scorpions licking the cement and walking on the snow

Gasp, breathe, sneeze

Let everything go to hell

Seven

Turn unhappiness into the wind that whizzes past the ear

Follow you for a distant trip

We are fasting

We broke the iron shoes

Sunny high hanging, a little less sake

Eggs broken in drowning

Unclear egg yolks and egg whites

The bamboo basket is picked up, leaving only a touch of plaster

Eight

I am a country old yellow dog

Passing through the narrow lanes of the city

Pedestrians look at me, lights illuminate me

It didn't take long for me to die inexplicably

Sleeping in the back of the moon

I became a meat and broken bone in the hot pot.

Weaving a greedy dream in the stomach of others