Gu Cheng

· I was thinking about it but I don't know why I didn't get the crayon. I didn't get a color. I only had my fingers and wounds. I only shredded a piece of white paper that I loved to find butterflies to make them disappear from today. I am A child, a child spoiled by a fantasy mother, I am willful

· You will watch me for a while and look at the clouds. I think you are very far away when you look at me. When you look at the clouds, it is very close.

· Wildflowers, stars, little dots, buttons that you want to lose, are scattered on the side of the road. It has no autumn chrysanthemum, curly blond hair, no peony, beautiful face, it has only tiny flowers, and thin branches and leaves, melting the faint fragrance into the beautiful spring. My poems, like the nameless flowers, are quietly open in the lonely world with the wind and rain of the season...

· The coming of the moon and the moon wants to tear the sky, but only pokes into a few tiny holes. He reveals the light outside the sky. People call it the moon and the stars. The chimney chimney is like a giant standing on the ground, looking at the earth covered with lights, constantly smoking cigarettes, thinking about something that no one knows.

· For a moment, the collapse stopped, and the riverside was high on the head of the giant. Dai Xiao’s sailboat walked slowly and unfolded a dark yellow corpse. How many beautiful green trees have been twisted and bent, and the moon that has been slashed by the warriors is hidden by God into the thick fog, and everything is over.

· The house, leaving the building group in the air alone, the blue secluded street, swimming underneath, we are sitting on the floor, we like the floor, we look at each other, we like to watch it - Gucheng famous sentence

· A person who lives a living at the beach sometimes feels scared. I think the sea must be cool. The sea is scattered with silvery teeth. I think the sea must be cool and the coconut likes the sea.

· The house is made of wood, the light is used to hold the darkness. How long does it live in a beam of light? What is falling on the ground? You are beautiful, think of me, you are beautiful, think that I am as empty as the floor slamming over the south.

· The lightning from the delta, I was burned, I can't spit, the flames are red, the trees are floating on the sea, I can't spit out the poisonous flames, the sea is hard, the sea is covered with white teeth.

· There is a page that has never been closed. You know, there is a kind of fragrance in the rain. Sometimes, breathing will make the water aggravate the silver. The wish of silver is almost falling. The book is closing.

· I hold your hand. You always have a grit-filled hand. There is always a bee colony on the Pacific Ocean. From this shore to the other shore, you always have the wind flying on the high seas.

· The door opened wide and the door hit the wall. The tiny elf flew up and the moth died outside the spawning. No one was there. The layer of roof rain in the memory walked the light in the distance to shine you.

· I saw the coconut shell drifting over the sea. I cut open the coconut. I am eager to be cut open by the sea. I am running a fresh and white juice. I have reached a estuary where there are birds and backed stone statues. The river god swims with birds.

· I silently prayed in the rain, my love, surrounded you, I heard the bells, and on the shallow marble of the returning to the holy place, the pattern of the shallow marble pattern, the shallow marble pattern, I saw with life.

· The sea otter, which is big and white closed in front, is in front of the bed. You don’t see the sea. The pattern of a thousand seabirds vibrating around me is shaking around me. You don’t see the pattern.

· Now, we go to a dream to avoid the umbrella is low, but also red, your smile is particularly bright, you look at me, I look at the black poplar behind you, the bird is falling on the top and there is a lightning last time, also It’s been after the rain, the muddy land of one person is dying on both sides, and there is a river and a waterway in the middle. Its cool blood flashes cool and floats on the lips - Gucheng Quotations

· You silently turn to the side of the night, the depths of the night are dense lights, they are always together, we always have to see you again, for goodbye.

· In the historical feature film, there are two groups of slow-motion victims. You rely on the twilight sky at dusk, like the flowers that turn around the clock, and the flowers that open on your chest in the field on your chest. The still shining purple has faded, your silent smile, and another piece of shredded swallows... Where is the executioner hiding? The smoke is slow and tired. The river looks like a transparent shadow. How many eyes are looking at you? The painful knot on the poplar tree. The forgotten balloon on the green wave. The round window on the old church... sluggish, doubtful, kind. Do you want to put your hands on their foreheads to let them know that the executioners have escaped? Blood is gone, of course, and the tears of the cold evening wind wash everything with the hot back of the light, and that light hair slowly and slowly fall down for fear of crushing your hand, deep Deep into the gentle soil, grab a stiff road and hold it tight... Night, full of bullets, you can sleep.

· Hope you wake up - slowly turn your head and let the sun sweep across the bottom of your mind and sweep through the memories of the slight hair... Oh, how long have you slept? Since the gray butterfly-like sail has been smashed by the storm since the poetry page and the ship's skeleton drifted together since the waves filled your "crime" with all the beaches, the more horrible paralysis than death began: not satisfied Are you a rebellious descendant?

· You are here, my proud child, you wake up - the sea is far away, the mountain has no footsteps on the silent new land, no road, no track, no revelation or hint that this silent horror is enough to intimidate everything, however, you But I laughed. This is the smile of the giant. You don't have to beg. You don't have to look for life everywhere. There are winds everywhere. You have everything you need to think about it. You already have your own world.

· The future: No, there is me, you are forever, the only lover - Gu Cheng famous words

· I like a thrown spear. A hundred thousand leaves on a tree. Earth-dense army. They show their faces on a narrow road and sway the flag of the bird's nest. This is the subtlety of life failure.

· The life we ​​live in has a small bottle mouth to see the world birds fall vertically into the sea. You can see the seeds and roses of the pupa. The lens of a world. We never reach the rose or touch the green hair of the earth.

· The old man is sitting in front of the big fireplace. His forehead is burning. He looks at the misty smoke. The wind is drawn into the filaments and gently smashed. Then the broken and bright charcoal fire is no longer needed. The clean dust that floated behind him could hardly be touched. So I didn’t cry. I didn’t open the dark green window. No boy stood on the healthy black asphalt road and opened the toes. Waiting for the miracle. In May 1982, the soul had a soul. The lonely home has a lonely home where he watches the warmth of the mountain. He notices that the bright kisses are like flowers, like flowers, trying to get rid of the insects in the honey. He noticed another falling leaf crawling everywhere, being blown by the wind. Casually reveal dry internal organs

· I have been crying on the land for a long time. The tears are big and sweet. I have long been eager to raise long, like green plants to wrap the light of the evening. For a long time, many grapes have been lucky to cry in the morning light. The curse has been a flood for a long time and there are many children left by the flood.

· Lonely, lonely, you can't walk through the spring river, you can't smash, the winter makes everything numb and the cold makes the ocean cringe but can't extinguish the fire. The love can't extinguish the song in the hot dust - Gucheng famous words sentence

· Ask why not ask why life is so turbid! Life is so thorough! Lightning has already torn the sky to the top of the mountain, despite singing, although singing to see the clouds where it landed.

· I like to wear old clothes in the quiet morning. I walk through the grass in a puffy country. The grass is silently erupted from the gap. I can’t stop. The thin black cockroaches have begun to sing.

· I seem to have finally met the moon green. The blue light is a thin metal button. It is nailed to the purple fluffy sky. The handkerchief stopped and stopped, and drifted to the distance in brown. The bride on the shore of Samoa is going to the ocean. Don't imagine that there will be a pair of white pigeons sleeping after the eternal sky, releasing the wings and just forgotten the kiss. The hometown of the southwest wind is not warm, there is no flight.

· I replied, no, I have answered that the breaths in May, June, and July are a bit hot. Those flowers are a bit far away. I have not lived in the world.

· He was thinking about the life of his wife's wearer's beloved glass beads from the heights, throwing a pair of clothes that had just been exchanged on him and buried his powerful and slow doubts. He only had herself, and shook slightly. A glimpse of the whale lamp in the Arctic Ocean - Gucheng famous sentence

· Many warm brown birds returning to the end of the earth. A group of strong white fruit trees are calling me to go with them. They are my travel companions. The wood grain in their hearts is as beautiful as echo. I can’t face them. I smile. I can’t say: no. I know that they are going to find the metal moon. I want to wipe the wet soil with my hands. I can’t say: I can’t honestly answer the moon. I lost it because I like it. I don’t know why. Don't ask where you can find it now, don't ask if they leave, please close the wooden window, don't listen to the news on the river bank, don't ask the sail to sit quietly, I want to see all your sky, don't ask my past The old coral tree, the city boat floating under the water, has already landed. The road has disappeared in the bubble. I am back. This is the whole story. I have to loosen the pocket on my shoulder and let it fall on the floor and make a heavy sound. I am tired, I want to dance, I want to be as easy as an ashes in a transparent flame, don't ask, I am tired, tomorrow is still far away from the night, the fish in the Arctic Ocean is now, I will not dream of us. Tired, really tired I want to rest your gaze for a moment in May 1982

· We bid farewell to the results of two years of farewell always see you tonight, you really have to go, really gone, not what you need to see again? The hand is cool, is there a letter without a handkerchief? letter? There is a garden in the world of paper stacks.

· We used to play in the garden and draw patterns on clean steps. We danced with the patterns and danced, forgetting that the sky is dark and the huge Mars is still spinning slowly.

· Now, let the flames finish reading. It is brightly smiling. How warm it is. I want you to look at me again. However, no, the smoke is drifting away, you can still see the love, you can still see it. As far as everything disappears in the insects, you will see the fence of dawn.

· Please open the door of the fence and stand quietly, standing and sleeping like a flower. You will get the sun in the silence to get the sun. This is my wish - Gucheng famous words

· Every time you wake up alone, you can see the blue and sorrowful stars like a piece of snow drifting slowly in front of your eyes.

· The endless purgatory of the biggest purgatory is the smoke of a pipe. The light of the dust. God has never relied on the light. How long does it take to live? The soft hand is constantly praying for the song on the other side. The same song is gently licking us. universe

· This night wind is very quiet. The bridge-like railings creeping quietly take away the small shrubs and his lover at dusk. I am waiting for the bells to sink into the ocean. The limestone church is melting on the shore and turning into a sand. After a terrible heavy rain, become warm and humid

· The last dance party scattered a group of bat stars from here. They passed the gold brooch. They said: You are stupid, the lights are all sleeping, and you are dedicated to the mediocre dark shadows. Go home, go no one. Know that you need this loyalty

· Waiting for me to stand with my bright tears, I stand alone and hold high and hold high, heavy, no longer shaking, the brown-grey cylindrical top of the sky rests with a cloud of white clouds - Gucheng famous sentence

· Wait until you know that you need you to shine all the stars and lights. I also know that when everything is quietly extinguished in the sleepy disappointment, you will come soon, and I will wake up from the first bird. Before I approached, I took off the pale green long scarf, you are dawn.

· If I have a sister, I hope that the soul like her can't tell her before, she is behind, the soul is wet in the middle, soaking the dressing gown. She won't let the black hair spread out in the spring. She lives in the flash. In the bright fir forest, the stream under each tree is thin and bright. The slow iron axe knocks in the depths. The old Leigong has also worked as a coward. The footprints of the silver are left everywhere. There are mud clouds in the clear sky. Bird, living at the bottom of the pool, she won't suddenly disappear in the bang, she won't be afraid of me over herself. She won't lift the red pottery bottle and put down the timid wild animal forest, which only shines on the day and night. The red shell in the water is the roof of her house. She closes the wooden door, and then she does not come out of the dense fence. There is no light. The tail of the little monkey is rolled into a group. The sigh is flashing in the breath of the male. The sigh is fiery, hot sigh. Don't sigh again, don't fence the flow of life without the barefoot spring water. The shadow of the mint grass walking on the wet land is extraordinarily cool. I want to love her clearly, like a brother and sister like a small fish in the spring. I dispersed in tap water to gather into her shadow June 1982

· Everyone is watching all the flames of my fingers. I avoid the sun, walking in the arborvitae, not going to see the female spring red grass, the green bricks, the big banyan tree, the hairy man, I go to the cafeteria to eat the wooden chopsticks there. Children who walk through the diagonal gardens all contain gold.

· The sky is gray. The road is gray. The gray is gray. The rain is gray. In the dead gray, two children are crossed. One bright red and one light green.

· In the faint night sea, the dawn of the fleet of new paint on the taillights on the huge dew in the flash of those curved anchor chains want to be pulled straight iron anchors want to shrink to the side of the raptor's claws to get rid of a roll of juveniles Unfolding his body, he picks up tiny eyes and starts to look forward to the sky - Gucheng famous sentence

· The air is always fresh and the sails are gradually breathing down the shadows that cover the half of the deck. No one has reached out to open the dusk. The deep walrus is as silent as the evening. It is full of cool hints that the seabed laid by the algae is also The sea urchin, which has been shining for a long time, is very strange.

· The souls resting here are always suffering from the pain of insomnia, and even the obligation to breathe is fulfilled by the tides. They are not juveniles who will not suddenly stand up but will dream of birds if there is a fleet passing by.

· Maybe, I am blind, I can only touch you with my voice. I can only open the poem like a palm to the wings of the brothers on the other side of the Atlantic. I am red, light, blue, and black. Crossing infinite emptiness

· My heart loves the world, loves it, asks her on a winter night, like a pure wildfire, kisses all the grassland is warm, there is a icy lake at the end, the lake is sleeping with squid, my heart loves the world She melted, just like a frost flower melted into my blood, she flowed affectionately, flowing from the ocean to the mountains, flowing, making her eyes blue and making the morning ruddy. My heart loves the world, I love it, I used her blood to make a portrait of her. The lovely side of the beads like corn and stars is not shining. Some people are tired. Turn their heads and turn their heads to enjoy an advertisement.

· I believe that the dawn of the song is bright, and the geese are rowing up and floating on the edge of the light and shadow. The small snow rabbits are running away. It seems that there are guns in a very low place. The fish stops at the side of the sluice and slowly turns into the glutinous rice. The paper seems to have gunshots on the side of the small wooden bridge. The most beautiful part of the village is the hard-brown roof. Some flowers bloom in the dream, turn the smile into tears, and wait for the kiss cleanly. A teenager wakes up and looks at it very early. The top seller’s drum was yesterday. He didn’t believe in mints. The heart of the spring is green, and the green is transparent.

· I believe that the songs in the freshest corn fields, turned into a jewel-wood castle, began to tremble, all the windows of the earthquake could not open the door, the door, the stairwell spewed a faint flame door! The image of the Madonna behind the door has fallen down the wings of the old dragon, and the light of the gas that shuts off the gas is quiet. Everything is quiet. The sun is coming out. Everything is quiet. The sun is coming. It swims like an amoeba, filling out the pseudopod. The bright magma curtains also fluttered before the burning, and suddenly burst into the city hall from all sides and announced that the occupation was a young commune announced: the confiscation of the stars

· I believe that the voice of the milk clouded the colored glass and dripped onto the ground and shook the suspicious enthusiasm. The fire flowed out of the water pipe and flowed to the ground. The sand was as thick as sugar, and the desire to show white heat shook everywhere. Suspicious light, breathing, waking, waking up, uninterruptedly, the wine is smothered, the seven-color flower is splashed, the world is splashed with oil, and the seven-color flower is smashed. The furniture runs violently across the street, and the huge wind rushes out of the box. The blacks formed a bronze drum band thunder to roll the rope on the steps, and quickly caught the wind rope! Work shoes floating in the sea at sea, birds falling in the sky

· I believe that the song is only singing. The wet little graveyard is scattered with uncarved stones. The gold-filled rubber board records the war. I have finished all my forests and the wheat fields have been harvested. I have finished everything for me. Only the singing hummingbirds are flying around the cane. I walked for a long time and sat down and licked the dry soil on my hand for a while before I heard another voice. That is, you are swaying the other side of the bush. You are laughing, the bath towel has been dried. The sky is covered with light blue water. You smile, and when you let the trees infiltrate into the clouds, the sun is now hidden. You smile and walk toward the east, and the showers on the head shake the clock. I believe in singing.

· The vehicle covered with coal ash swayed. We rolled over from the middle of the road and we met me again. It is said that I have forgotten how to jump a smile like a broken straw. How do you say that your eyes are like a drop of golden honey? The world wants to shine in the morning sun and the bread station raises its arms and hangs its tentacles in the dark.

· You ask me what I am doing, I said, I am composing a fable novel. There are many steps on the edge of a square. They are very neat, they are damaged like teeth. The net is sand in the gap. My responsibility is to walk there. Research, the ant's traffic rule on the cross - Gu Cheng famous words

· Of course, this kind of work is not going to be a lot of days. I turned around and let the red and green market sing behind me. The flowers that are going to be extinguished are still filled with the white milk by the grasses around the warm and mellow cows. In the dark, after the soul is quiet, the blood will flow through many times.

· The land is like a palm of the hand, my winter is sliding, he is melting in a slightly sticky love, turning into a fresh foam and a fish dog will also appear to be carrying a body to hide for a thousand years of shame. The distance is broken bricks. Is the smell of the city is yellowish, the pale water is driven into the field, he will sneeze, then let the field of bubble capsules swell up and squeeze the sky slowly. Don’t stop in the awake itching. The rock is the little beast that is twisted on the black cemetery. The waterfowl is falling like a heavy snow.

· She has been sitting in the middle of the sea and being caught by the wind. She can't go with her boat. She is imprisoned by a small spell. A digital curly tongue. She is guarding the fine waves of the Gulf of Aden. She has been I think that the person who loves her is cutting a poplar tree and being carried into the ship. The bird shouted loudly at the pistol and screamed at the nightmare on the wine cabinet. When someone lost to death on the spot.

· There are many times, like smoke, many smokes start from the flowers and small red eyes are victoriously lit. I know this is the tears flowing to the sky. I know, it’s a bit late now. Those water bottles that are transformed into patterns in the candlelight are exquisite. It’s a bit late, the sky is getting darker and the huge flowers are reaching out to our huge tearful dawn. The colorless, tearless night’s tears I know, they still said yesterday that they were saying that the bullet hit the copper plate and the voice disappeared. There are many broken pieces of paper that have been rolled over. It’s not too late to sink in the port. The water is turning into illusory dust. There is no time today. On all the supple dreams, the light is a stream. It has been carefully walking for thousands of years.

· Because of birthday, I got a colored wallet. I don't have money or like those boring cents. I ran to the weird mound and went to see the little flowers that love me. I said, I have a warehouse that can be used. The storage flower seedet is really filled with flower seeds. Some black and black, bright and strange eyes. I said, don't be afraid that I will take you to the spring home, where you will get a green jacket. And the colored lace cloth hat, I have a small wallet, I don't want money, don't want those coins that won't sprout, I just need to fill the little flower seeds, I have to know their birthdays - Gucheng Quotations

· There is a man wearing a ginkgo tree in that small village. I am picking up the morning eyes. The white sands of the sand are smaller. The flies are not damaged. The wind is lurking around the transparent mountain springs. There is no seaweed in the lake. An unpainted village watches the sun at the bottom of the dark green water. We love the sun. The village is alive in your love for a long time. It only takes a long time to breathe. The wasteland is shining. There are leaves flying in the village. We have a vacant lot to ask the fate to know. Things

· Rain, sowing, the gas in the sky, the muddy road, the tall trees, and the dark green cloak. No one is gone, no one is coming. The rusted round door is tilted to reveal a piece of grass.

· I am not going to the beach to take the blue ice. I am going to the sea to fish. The white-haired waves are leaning against the top of the reef and the old caps are taking turns to sigh.

· I want you to dream that there is a shadow floating in the deep sea. Rain on the boat board hits another world. There is no shouting iron anchor silently through a clump of seaweed. You said: Can you hear between the rainstorms The singing is like a man standing and shaking the big brown rope. You said, you can still see the water flowing open. The bottom is black and smooth. I still think that the bottle is slowly rising from the broken bone of the ship. It is made in China. The pale waters of the Song Dynasty painted with water and stars and the light blue water is their dialogue. I said, there is the pointed hat hat in the bay, your window is open, in the morning you sleep in the dark hair and hide in the sand.箇Chinese porcelain bottle will also rotate

· I don't know how to love you. The smugglers are still breathing on the island. The small lights of the crabs are still lit. The red is very mysterious. The pagans are still sailing in the ice water on the animal skin sails and rubbing the oil on the paddles. The tide of the barrel rolls around - Gu Cheng famous sentence

· I don't know how to love you with weapons on the shore. There are black boots with a police uniform at night. The shells are cracked with limestone-like rough clouds. They are gathering silently and crying salty, crying little girls' grass. No blue fish in the blue

· I don't know how to love you. There are oysters in the leeches of different heights. There is a small road that is pressed by the stones to the bottom of the sea. The water drops there and the torch that is suddenly falling off is black and black. a century, water droplets

· I don't know how to love you. On the way back to the village, I became a dog. I tirelessly scared the ocean, I was not allowed to walk in. I was sleeping. I was still making echoes. The scales were shining in the soft soil. Sighing flat snail in tears

· I don't know how to love you. There is iron on the door. There is rusty rain on the sea. Some people sleep on the bed. Some people float on the sea. Some people sink on the sea. Comet is a kind of tableware. The moon is a silver cup. It is always floating. Lemon, beautiful, don't tell me, I don't know, I don't know myself.

· Please open the window and touch the floating autumn wind summer like a cup of strong tea. At this moment, it has been clarified that there is no nightmare. There is no shadow of curling up. My breath is a cloud. The wish is a song. Gucheng famous sentence

· Please open the window, I will come to your black hair floating, behind the clear sky and the bright roof, the weak flag and the people they walk around, no raised gray, I have come, no need to wait as long as I can find my lips on the upper eye, and there is a boat from the river bank to the steep wall. The sun is tilted like a wood pulp, soaking it in a cold dream.

· Oh, there is no king of kings, the spirit of all spirits, you are my lover, my immortal life, I want to be in your blood, telling that all distant people are cemeteries, covering is the voice of memories.

· The alley is curved and long without a door and no window. I took the old key and knocked it on the thick wall.

· When I really want to go all night and night to the beach to go to the summer resort to collect warm bottles in the middle of the tired sand dunes __ as white as the sun, green like the sea, brown and yellow, no one pays attention to the anger

· I know that the person who sings the drunk song will come, the coins in the pocket will be wrong with the teeth as usual. He smiles very sly and sneezes on my face. I am waiting for another Waiting for it, the big bell is banging. I want to throw everything in the tremor to enjoy the splashing pleasure. I want to leave the world with beautiful dangerous fragments. Let the red-eyed gods and bosses clean up slowly - Gucheng Quotations

· Maybe, I shouldn't write a letter, I shouldn't talk with my eyes. I am bound by the thick life on the rock, endure the nightmare of the nightmare, endure the sound of the auctioneer's valuation, crawling on my body will be decided by the world.

· I will be decided by the world but never decide the world. I try hard just to tighten the rope. I shouldn’t write a letter. Please don’t read it and keep it in the flame until the night comes.

· The sun shone in the sky and was covered with dark clouds, and the film of my soul.

· It is the road of the loess road in the winter. There are pebbles and dust on the roadside. Resting in the indifferent sunshine. Keeping the body temperature in the cold. We are tired. You can’t see the empty house. Maybe we can sit down. There is a ridge here. I am familiar with the hay on the ridge. They broke off and gave away the only feelings. They told me that everything will change. In the night, the most kind wind will become a beast and make a sound of wilderness. They say: Don’t sit too long.

· However, you fell asleep and leaned lightly on my shoulder. Your long brown hair spread out on my chest, quietly, tired, forgetting to float the sun, the sun can no longer wait for the sympathetic eyes to fade. I lost the language that awakened you - Gu Cheng famous sentence

· It is the winter yellow earth road, the night begins to grow in the shadows. The first star does not cry. It resists the golden tears. You gently lean on my shoulder. In the breath that I will not cool, your lips are shaking. In my dream, I know that it is forgive me.

· I hope that there is a door in the morning, the sun shines on the grass, we stand and hold our door, the door is very low, but the sun is bright.

· The grass is blowing its seeds. The wind is shaking its leaves. We stand very well. If we don’t talk, it’s very beautiful. If you don’t need to open it, it’s very beautiful.

· We love the land, we stand, we use wooden shoes to dig the dirt, and the door is hot. The grass behind our very beautiful wall will not grow up. It only touches the fingertips and touches the sun.

· For many years, I have always lived in the valley where you breathe. I built my own house and repaired the fence. I listened to the spring water sleeping in the whisper. There are transparent claws between the purple flowers. I feel the time becomes docile and hovering. On my head, the sun is sleepy like a lion. The sun is sleepy like a lion. The shadows of many bat flowers are only those rocks that are only seen at dusk. The rocks are repeated to me. If the streams repeat to me, the white trees and the deep jungles— —Gucheng famous sentence

· I drink the water every day. I have a copper bottle. I know that the East is endless. Then the West is endless. The sea is invading my estuary step by step. There are thousands of miles of white sand dunes on the lakeside. There are hawks on the desolate city. My little Wooden house full of gears golden happy gear

· Thousands of miles of sea water sticking to my cheeks, the grass is shaking my daily desires in uneasiness. The small seaweed shakes uncomfortably on the edge of the stairs. You don’t put the coins on the round stones. The little fish swimming in your dark eyebrows dawn

· I want the gold in your eyes, the gold of the sun, you have been on a small island, the shepherd, the red sea, your lips, you have been on a small tropical island, shepherding in the middle of a clear fern plant, dragging a tired whip Why can't the sun close the fingers, I don't love your silvery nose, that one centimeter, a centimeter of silver smile, the beautiful abyss that emerged under the red stone in the early morning, the eternal night and the shells sing in the morning to enjoy the air The air praises me from Rome, there is mineral sand at my feet, I am today’s bell

· The door on the upper four sides, my hand stretches out to your breath and the old man is on the street, the hot and hot copper is hot at noon, and the noon will refuse to remove his fingers at noon, and the flames of burning in the night are lonely. At the end of the dusk, my hands meet at your neck and grow in the wind of the cool mountain pass. There are many silent books on your smooth cliffs. In the seasons outside the stone, I gently turn to you. My hair is twisted in the fragrance. Growing in the fall, autumn will bring many leaves

· I took your vows to show love on the candle, how it was drowned by tears, burned out by the heart, see how the last thought was extinct, how it was blown away by the wind - Gucheng famous words

· In this wide and bright world, people walk around us around a horse like a horse in this vast and bright world. Occasionally, there are dandelions flying. No one tells them that they are all sun-heated. Can't go far away from the coming night, the death of the night is a careful harvest, will not throw a barley

· All the flowers are going to sleep a little bit and walk into the fence. All the flowers are sleeping. The wind is walking closer to the fence. All the flowers are gradually sleeping on the grassy slope. The wind is walking closer to the fence. All the flowers contain honey. All the broken leaves contain honey water

· They used Huaying to scream that they used flowers and yells to scream their flowers and screamed at the tip of the tongue. The hummingbird screamed at her ear and screamed at her ear. The wind screamed at the fence near the fence. It’s a bubble. She screams in the afternoon with a flower. The shadow is big and light. She screams at me and sees her and the dreams nearby.

· The shadow of the afternoon is big and light. The flowers in the morning are very thin. The flowers in the morning are sleeping on the slopes. The flowers in the morning are very thin. The windows that have been painted by the sea are also like this. The thin flowers in the morning are very thin and the land is shaking like a tub. The tub is at sea, the tub is the morning of the sea and the flowers are also at sea.

· I am not in the air at sea, there are bright ripples. The flowers are very thin. I am not the morning flowers on the sea. I am not at sea. They sing at the sea with flowers. I was gently smashed like leaves and sweet. It’s not the flowers at sea, sleeping in the morning, where the wind is just a little side and crossing the fence. April 1983 - Gu Cheng famous sentence

· In the fall, there is a country where the blue is on the road. The birds and leaves that are full of blue fluorescing are all flying in the air. The sun is shining brightly against the front of the hat. There is no time to hear the winter and winter. The snowflake on my mark will fall off there in February 1983.

· You walked on the platform alone. Your wife has been covered with black velvet to cover the cemetery. It is not far away. It is hung next to the sun. It reminds people of the warmth of the solar eclipse. The light that escapes makes people think of a slow-moving hive.

· You have stood on the bare feet for a long time and carefully repaired a siding. You make the eucalyptus lubricated with a bright radiance and a little varnish. You paint the oriental lily in your new house. Your bride is the evening flower.

· The stepping iron chain of the spring water gently walks through the forest horse. All my flowers come out of my dreams. My flames are the strongest soldiers in the blue sky. All my dreams come out of the water. The wooden fish and bird poses brought by the chain wooden box. I whispered your name.