North Island

· A memory carried in the form of forgetting, the death of the poet does not increase or decrease for this land.

· Everything is destiny, everything is a smoke cloud, everything is no ending, everything is fleeting, chasing, all joy, no smile, all suffering, no tears, all languages ​​are repeated, all interactions are beginnings, all love is in Everything in my heart is in the dream, all hopes are with notes, all beliefs are carried, all the eruptions have a moment of silence, all deaths have long echoes.

· Announcement ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- Maybe the last moment is up, I have not left a will, only leave a pen, give my mother I am not a hero. In the age when there is no hero, I just want to be a person. The quiet horizon separates the ranks of the living and the dead. I can only choose the sky and never lie on the ground to show the height of the executioners. The wind that is free from the sky will blow the red dawn.

· A group of rural moths are attacking the city street lights. The slender legs of the ghost face support the night sky. With the underground veins that are not marked on the historical map, Prague’s large neurological dreams are truant, and the dream is sitting in the cloud. The father had a father, and he had the right to inherit. A rat in the corridor of the palace walked in the shadow of the front of the waiter. The chariot from the century gate turned into a tank. The truth was in the enemy who chose it. There is a forgotten drunkard. For example, the male swaying in the wind shakes the dusty spell over the bridge over the Vltava River, into the dazzling daytime, the ancient statues are full of hostility and hostility, with the glory hawker mysteriously spread a piece of velvet, please sell pearls Good weather gathered

· It’s always so hot, it’s the center of winter. When the woods burn, only the stones that are not willing to surround, the clocks that hang on the antlers, stop the life. It’s a chance. Only once, whoever is proofreading, will suddenly grow old.

· Ancient Temple ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- The disappearing bells form a spider web, which spreads into a circle in the cracked column. Memory, the stone that echoes the echoes in the empty valley of the stone, there is no memory. When the path circumvents here, the dragon and the strange bird also fly away. The hoarse bells and grasses that have been taken away from the eaves grow once a year, so they don’t care if they succumb. The owner is the cloth shoes of the monks, or the stone tablets are incomplete. The words on the above are worn out as if they can only be identified in a fire. Maybe the turtles in the mud will resurrect in the mud with the eyes of a living person, and climb out the threshold. —North Island famous sentence

· Doubt---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- History of the glimpse of a woman's elusive smile is our wealth is suspicious is marble The fine-grained signal lights are used in three colors to represent the order of the season. The guards of the bird cages also guard their own age. The suspicious is the roof of the small hotel. The roof of the red iron is fallen from the mossy tongue. The language of the mercury flows along the three-dimensional cross bridge. The small tree in the silent piano madhouse in the building was touched by the mannequin in the window, and the glass eyes were used to look at the pedestrian. The suspicious is the naked feet under the door. Suspicious is our love.

· Orphans ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- We are two orphans who form a family that will leave another orphan in that long All the hustle and bustle of the shadows of the pale orphans will result in the world’s unsettled wings fluttering orphans flying to the sky.

· Strangers ----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- You fell on the marble floor of the museum, the shoes are frozen The river was very far, I was sitting on the boat and seemed to faint. The boat kept dialing the phone but I didn’t know who to call the bell. It’s three times. With the silent flow, you stare at the sunset in the red rainforest. It’s fascinating, I turned the banana-like gloves over and shake off the fine sand and the smoke and then scraped off the lonely beard and soap foam and splashed on the blurry mirror. You crossed the puddle and saw the strange shadow behind it. It’s the sky on the billboard. A glass of pigeons fell to the ground. I got under the bed and looked for the hands being flashed. The stars were cut through the dark cinema. You were crying with a piece of candy for a tragic story. I turned the light on the door. I laughed and there are so many opportunities to know that it seems that we are not strangers, the door handle has turned a bit.

· Days ----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- A commemorative day swigs the storm of the past and we sink down the wind in the key It is the knowledge of the memory of the dead.

· Comet ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- Come back, or go forever, don’t stand like this at the door like a stone statue, don’t expect to answer The gaze to discuss everything between us is actually not the darkness, but how the morning light will continue. Perhaps the comet has the name of the rubble and the loser dragging the ruins, let them flash, burn, and turn into ashes. We rebuild our homes or walk away forever, as bright as a comet, as cold as frost, abandon the darkness, and indulge in the darkness through a white corridor that connects two nights. In the valley of echoes, you sing alone - North Island Quotations

· Fables ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- He lives in his fable, he is no longer the owner of the fable, this parable has been Reselling to another obese hand, he lives in the hands of obesity. The canary is his soul. His throat is surrounded by a glass cage in the jewelry store. He lives in a glass cage between the hat and the shoes. The pocket is full of twelve faces. He lives in twelve faces. The river he betrayed is closely following him. It reminds people of the dog's eyes. He lives in the dog's eyes and sees the world's hungry. a person's wealth, he is the master of his fable

· Ten years between --------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- On the forgotten land, the years, entangled with the bell on the yoke Throughout the night, the road is also swaying under the heavy pressure of the breath, adapted into a song, the singer's necklace is sung in people's voices in the spell, and it rises into the air. The fluorescent dial is lasciviously ringing at the time. Honest like a pig iron fence except being dried. The wind that has been trimmed by the branches can't pass through or the flowers that have only been opened in the book are forever confined and become the mistress of the truth. The lamp that was shattered yesterday was so brilliant in the hearts of the blind, suddenly opened. The last portrait of the murderer in the eye

· After the fall atrocities, this November was frosted anesthesia flattened on the wall. The shadows overlapped. It was the process of skeletal petrification. You didn't return the core of my throat to become a warm stone. I am suspicious of the new season. The military parade hit my window and the people in the bell ran with a swinging heart. I looked down at the time and didn't have to turn around for a year in the cup.

· The blue soul released by the music flutters on the cigarette butt in the crack of the entrance window. An apple that is ready to be cut - there is no seed that does not grow hostile seeds away from the sun. The hair growing in the glass house, such as seaweed, avoids the real storm. We are lost in the airport, the children always want to cry, the nose that collects the smoke in the wide-screen commotion, and they talk nonstop. This is me, me, me, we

· Muttering nightmare books, arranged together at three o'clock in the morning to wait for the heresy rocket time is not melancholy, we reject the mountains and lakes together, why are we together with a metal crow under the marble base that eternal things The weld will not break. People wake up from the stone and sit with me. We took a photo with the times before the end of the long table - North Island Quotations

· You didn't return as scheduled. This is the meaning of parting. A love journey is sometimes as simple as smoking. The basement is empty. Your inner silver daffodils are open in the dark. You are angry with all the bad weather, crying and begging you. Open the window book page and open all the text. Only one number is left. My seat number is close to the window. The end of the train is you.

· The hat of the sunflower is missing. The stone is sleek and reliable. The essence is intact. In the place where no one lives, the mountain also becomes young and the night clock does not have to explain what the giant clam evolved in the suede--the rope knotted the fish in the high place. A pool of stagnant water called innumerable lightning tiger leopard's markings gradually become blue sky has been swallowed history silent cliffs to the children on the river that drifted down from the source of this human child

· I need a bowl in an empty square to place a bowl, a small spoon, a kite, a lonely shadow occupying the square. People say that it is impossible for a caged bird to take a walk. A sleepwalker needs an anemia. The impulse of humans is compressed into uranium, stored in a reliable place in a small shop, a banknote, a razor, a package of highly toxic pesticides was born.

· At the age of ten when I died, the ball thrown into the air never fell to the ground. You are the only witness who is ten years old. I know that then I boarded the train carrying the bison and was included in the expired bill of lading for people. Read this morning a bird pierces my open newspaper. Your face is embedded in one of the long-lasting enthusiasm that still flashes deep in your eyes. I will always be in the shadow of your design.

· How many years of fire escapers make the sun and moon dull white horses unfolded long bandages and pegs into the coal seams to see out the red blood poisonous spiders plucking their strings from the sky and the ground, the fireballs rolling over how many years the river is drying up Showing the hidden part, this is an empty museum. Whoever is in it will think that the exhibit is being invisibly watched like a sleeping worm that flies out after a lake explosion - North Island famous words

Finally, one day the lie-like people came out of the giant radio to praise the disaster doctors holding up the white sheets and standing on the sick tree: freedom, no immunity, poisoning you

· The hands are breathing, the tassels are stenciled, the windows are intertwined, the paper lanterns cross the veranda, the arrow is extinguished at the end, and the arrow is knocked down. The nightmare of the chain reaction is the rotten tooth of the majestic Shishi mouth. There is only one tree left in the courtyard that locks the spring. They are mad at the tree after dancing.

· Don't bring your lust into the fall. The fall of the crippled person is screaming in the fall. A woman's dry hand sweeps across the sea, but the dripping water is not dip. The sunset of the reef is your lust burning me, my heart is like a dry well. The desire of the ocean keeps me away from the ocean towards my beginnings - you or your end - I will eventually get lost in the fog and call each other in different places to become useless road signs

· The white robe flutters to the place where it doesn't exist. The pump that twitches in the summer night vents the night. The evening dinner ends. The mountain scatters and sings the poems on the water. The shadow is not a person's history. The following flowers have a lie and sorrow are inseparable. If there is no mask, all the clocks have any meaning. When the soul is in the rock, it shows the original shape. Only the birds will recognize them.

· He refers to the silver swamp saying that there have been wars where a few smoked trees flew down the horizon and the soldiers and horses flashed phosphorescence. They followed the general's armor day and night and we followed the escape of the thought stream. The head of the free beast, the head of the dead, rises over the rustling bushes in the rustling bushes, saying that you are not survivors, you are never surviving, new thoughts are whistling, and the back of the hit era is a drop of flies. I was shocked - North Island famous words

· I am destined to sit on the shore and look forward to the appearance of age-like words on a piece of white paper. The order and chaos of the hive brews different erotic desires. The ninety-nine red peaks rise, and the thin airy coats spread wildly and faintly, such as the world. The trick, the steel bars supporting the right stone will also stun. This is a terrible height after all, the white paper on the back of the child's hand is playing the shadow game light source from the seabed two mating embers

· crouching in the night of the earthen jar overflowing the cool water, that is the source of our love, such as scars, my life is at your feet, this flowing sand dune condenses in your hand to become a dazzling diamond without a bed, the room is small We have to make it impossible for us to separate the four walls as thin as the cotton paper, the countless mouth painted on the wall, the low-sounding wheel sings you did not return as scheduled, our common sipping cup is smashed 16 mine abandoned for a long time its metal pulled into a slender line Owl whole body transparent stomach and plexus plucking the night sky, the alliance of paleontology disintegrated the work of bonding fossils is still going on, survival is always a collective adventure, survival is always with the spring in the war, the green crawling mills over the gloomy civilization spray that mercury The head of the fountain metal changed the landscape

· A few centuries have passed since the beginning of the day, the cold air has touched my hand spiral staircase like black and white, the light on the scale of the roof tile converted the peace of a jujube man's throat matured the zoo's trapped beast Into a book, steel whip flying and dancing, the color of the hustle and bustle screaming through a long period of time screaming a guide map to introduce me into the stars of the city and fierce like the core of a thing

· When you turn around, the granite cracks into a fine quicksand. You talk to the empty talker in a strange tone. It's not true. Your smile is deeply implanted in yesterday's bitter root. The lightning in the darkest part hits our imagination. From the waterfall of the quicksand, we heard the music of the crystal crash. A little surgery. We left the sparrow's paws on the snow that excavated the meteorite. A winter crazy carriage passed through the summer flames. On your clothes

· I always stroll along the lonely will of the street, my city slides on the ice of the glass my city my story my tap I blame my parrot my balanced sleep poppies The girl who floated from the supermarket and floated with a knife-like expression shared the cold poems of winter, just like the balcony, ruthlessly tormenting the wall that I was painted by smoke and dust - the North Island famous sentence

· Grazing is a view of the statement that the fever causes the flock to expand like a balloon rises in the Scorpio constellation. The hot wind has swept away. My roof is within the walls. I am watching the skyless culture. The culture is a symbiotic phenomenon including the sheep's value wolf. The principle of the bell is nothing. In our vision, there is only one dry river. A few straight cigarettes. Ancient sages are infinitely lonely fishing their fish.

· The secret pod has five eyes. They don't want to see the white. They only listen in the dark. A color is a crying banquet when a child is born. There is a death in the white cup of the tablecloth. The boring tradition of the vocabulary volatilization is an aviation. The photo of the mountain river is reduced to the texture of the birch. People are always obsessed with preaching, emulation, battle and their dignity. The traveler looking for passion passes through the desolate cast of the migratory bird like a window. The artist breaks them with tools from behind.

· The mute whispered trumpet suddenly cried loudly and the director of the great tragedy was quietly dying. Two lions with pulleys were still on a fixed track, slamming into the streets, many addresses and names on the street. The mind is in the mailbox in the night, the ducks in the rain truck yard, yawning, the morning of the water, the doctor on duty is filling in the great significance of the tragedy of the death report. The trivial details of daily life.

· There is a crack between the night and the night. The language suddenly becomes stale like the first snow. The witnesses who are covered with black cloth tightly surround you. You put a pine branch on the ground and ignite them silently. It is a memorial. The ceremony is from the hill of death. I am condescending. Who are you to exchange with me? What is the white crane? A sheet of fluttering paper reads your answer and I know nothing about you.

· The Night of the Spirit---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- The small village and the village's skinny are covered by plague by several dead trees The road rushes to the hometown for centuries, the dust shields the sky, the guardian of the monks, only faces the things that have never happened, the snow piles that surround the dog, the fire window paper scattered in the eyes of the moonlight, the weight of the door is quietly pushed away, how light the night is 100 years old. The guardian monks only face the things that have never happened. The shackles are slammed into the wooden box. The black cat is slumbering. The mask of the old cat is awake and evasive. On the wall, the dream of a hundred years of igniting the oil lamp is only facing the things that have never happened. The land of the village, the temple, the smoke of the smoke, the inscription on the stone, the life of the life, the painless, the centuries-old memory, the ant colony, the scorpion, the scorpion, only the things that never happened - the North Island famous words

· Poverty is a blank freedom is a blank marble statue in the eyes of the victory is a blank black bird from the horizon to reveal the little bit of tomorrow's life spot disappointment is a blank in the bottom of a friend's cup betrayal is a blank lover's photo aversion It’s a blank, long-awaited letter. The time is a blank group of ominous flies that fill the ceiling of the hospital. The history is a blank, which is to be continued, and will be confirmed.

· After all, only one world has prepared us for a mature summer. We continue the game of children according to the rules of adults. We don’t care if the people who are on the roadside don’t care about the stranded ship. However, the sunshine that benefits the lovers is also on the back of the workers. The dark and tired night on the upper floor, even on the small roads of the date, there will be ice falling when the enemy’s eyes meet. This is no longer a simple story. In this story, there are you and me, there are many people.

· Tomorrow, no ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- This is not a farewell because we have not met each other despite the shadows and shadows on the road. Stacked together like a solitary fugitive tomorrow, who is not looking forward to the night, who is the sinner and the story that happens at night makes it end at night

· There is a petrified seed -------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ The undulating lies of the mountains do not deny its existence and represent humanity. All the wisdom and fierceness of the teeth are patiently looking forward to the only fruit after expecting the flowers to flash. They wait for thousands of years of desire to spread the history of the wordless. A blind man groped and walked my hand and moved me on white paper. Is that blind person

· Many languages ​​collide in this world, producing Mars and sometimes hatred. Sometimes the building of love rationality is silently falling into a bamboo-like thin basket of thought-filled blind poisonous mushrooms. Flowers rushing to a dandelion secretly growing in a corner of the wind took away its seeds. Many languages ​​in this world of flight language production can not increase or alleviate the pain of human silence - North Island famous sentence

· Space ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- Children sit around the ring valley and don't know what monument is in a city below The square black rain street empty sewer leads to another city we sit around the extinguished fire and do not know what is above

· Lost ------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- Along the dove's whistle, I am looking for your tall forest to block the sky. A lost dandelion on the road led me to the blue-gray lake. In the slightly shaking reflection, I found your unfathomable eyes.

· In the bronze mirror of dawn -------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ In the bronze mirror of dawn, the dawn falcon gathers only The focus of the typhoon center is a quiet singer like the shore of the cloud. The hospital is only frozen in white jade. The bronze mirror in the dawn shows the dawn sailor from the desperate patience to the happiness of the stone. The happiness of the sky is a small gravel. The happiness of the clam shell is reflected in the bronze mirror of the dawn. The sail on the roof of the dawn does not rise. The wood grain spreads out the shape of the sea. We look across the table and eventually lose the only dawn between us.

· It is a kind of temptation that keeps the sailors from dying. The stone dyke slid to the seabed. The dolphins crossed the star cluster and fell. The white sand beach disappeared in the dissolved moonlight. The sea water flowed over the stone embankment and the empty square jellyfish ran aground. On each lamppost, the seawater climbed up the stone steps and rushed into the windows and doors to chase the people who dreamed of the sea.

· The ancient pottery jar has a legend about us. You still keep asking whether it is worthwhile. The fire will extinguish the mountain in the wind. It will also collapse at dawn. The bitter fruit of the river will fall at maturity. At this time, as long as there is a sunset for us to crown up with everything that comes with it - the long nightingale turns silent moments - North Island famous sentence

· The taboo flowers are the history of the food snails under the sky. The paper butterfly dreams of a stone family. The red chess piece in the chest drives me forward. I am the shadow of the king or the pawn. I cover the fierce passion of the 50th generation. They are waving long whip

· Wearing a sleeveless dress in the morning, the earth is rolling around the apple. My daughter is painting a five-year-old sky. How wide is your name? Two windows are open to the sun without a pointer. Your father turns into a father. The escaped thorns on the confusing words of a red apple left your paintings five-year-old sky is how vast

· Art hundreds of millions of brilliant suns appear on broken mirrors

· Destiny children are free to beat the railings and arbitrarily beat the night

· The motherland she was cast on the bronze shield against the black wall of the museum - Beidao famous sentence

· Peace in the place where the emperor died, the old guns sprouted and became the crutches of the disabled

· Love is quiet. The geese flew over the ridiculous virgin land and the old tree fell, and there was a sound of salty rain in the air.

· Free and tearing confetti life net

· The candle that is deeply immersed in the darkness is looking for the specimen in the shale of knowledge. After the words are crossed, and the civilization sleeps to the wheel of the Tianming inertia, the endgame on the snowboard of the abstinence snowman has been put on hold for many years. A boy who escapes the rules crosses the boundary river to send letters. That is a poem, or an invitation to die.

· Red Sailing Ship ----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- There are ruins and broken walls everywhere, how to slide from the foot into the pupil The streetlights are coming out, not the stars. I don't want to comfort you. The swaying maple leaves are full of lies about spring. The tropical sunbirds don't fall on our trees. The fire behind the forest is just a dusty evening. If the earth is already The ice seal allows us to face the warm current to the sea. If the reef is our future image, let us face the sea and go to the sun. The desire to burn is the desire to turn into ashes. We only want to sail quietly. You have long hair that is floating. I have an arm and lift it straight up - North Island famous words

· Dreamwalkers in August -------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ The stone clock on the bottom of the sea rings and rings, and the waves are ringing. At noon in August and August, there is no sun-filled jib in the sun. The towering on the floating body is the August August apple rolling down the hill. The lighthouse that has been extinguished for a long time is illuminated by the sailors. In August and August, the market was again ringing with the stone bells on the bottom of the sea, and the waves of the dreamers in August saw the sun in the night.

· The life of the artist ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Go buy a radish--the mother said 嘿, pay attention to the safety line-- The police said the sea, where are you--the drunkard said how the street lights are blown up--I said that a passing scorpion lifted the bamboo raft and pulled an ambulance from the antenna and sent me into the ambulance. The hospital then became a model patient, sneezing loudly, closing her eyes, thinking about the time of opening the meal, and losing the blood to the bed bugs again and again. I didn’t have the time to sigh. Finally, I became a doctor, carrying a thick needle in the hallway to smash it. Night

· Night return----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- After the music of the air raid alarm, I hung the shadow on the hanger and took the one. The dog's eyes used to escape to remove the dentures. This last word puts on the old-fashioned pocket watch. The fortified heart fell into the water for an hour. The deep-water bomb exploded in my dream and heard my fear.

· Let's go----------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Let's go, the leaves fall into the deep valley, but the song does not return. Let's go, the moonlight on the ice has overflowed from the river. Let's go, the eyes are looking at the same sky, and the heart is striking the twilight drum. Let's go, we have not lost our memories, we are looking for a lake of life. Let's go, road, road, full of red poppies

· Maple and seven stars ------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------- The world is as small as a street setting. We met, you Nodded and omitted all the past. I omitted the greeting. Maybe the joy is just a process. Everything is over. Why do you still take the red headscarf and see how beautiful the sky is decorated with maple leaves, and the sun has moved to the last glass window. The seven stars behind the huge roof are no longer like a bunch of mature grapes. It’s another autumn. Of course, the street lights are going to shine. I want to see your smile, forgiveness, indifference, and the calm eyes. Bright up - North Island Quotations

· Since yesterday---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- I can't go deep into that piece of music, I can only lean over and hover in black. On the record hovering in the sky, in the background fixed by lightning, yesterday, in each flower, the fragrance was scattered. Yesterday, I opened a folding chair to let everyone sit on the patients for too long. The winter coast in their eyes was long. It’s still a long time. I can only go deep into the coast of winter or vice versa. The red leaves that fly through the trees in the hinterland are deep into the dark corridors of the school and face all kinds of birds.

· We approached the sky in the forest of ignorance and on the flying carpet of the grass. When we occupied an apartment, it was like a car that occupies the truth. The car that climbed into the city's net climbed the wall of the cement. Unfamiliar letters to the stairs, the trapped stone lions are our common owners. Don't ask us about our age. We sleep like fish in the cold storage. The dentures are placed in the cup. The shadows are separated from the dead branches that we have been re-cut from the cuffs. a bloody red lips

· You can't walk out of this canyon. In the ranks of funeral, you can't separate the box wood and death ,, let the autumn continue to stay at home and stay in the iron cans next to the stove to make infertility bud avalanche begins - echo Find the psychological connection between you and the people, survive, survive to tomorrow and connect to the sunshine of tomorrow, from the diamonds hidden in your chest, you can't walk out of this canyon, because you are buried

· The wind is handsome and the hostile flag is screaming. Venus is screaming all over the square. Love and swearing bite on the same apple ladder. The hero of the age-revival dreams. The high-armed arm occupies the night sky. The clown stands up on the asphalt in the mirror. I close the door of the parole. Those future witnesses, this is the unfamiliar ashes of the flames of my exclusive dignity.

· When the broken water in the otter shakes a new leaf like shaking his own child to sleep, when the lights are shining, the raindrops are embellished on your shoulders, and you are rolling to the ground. You say, you are so resolutely smiled and leaked. The inner secret of the low clouds, the dark palms with your wet palms, the fragrance of the flowers and the stretched figure of my hot breathing street lights connect each intersection, connecting each dream net to capture us. The mystery of joy in the past is sour and condensed into tears, your handcuffs are forgotten in a black lacquered doorway, even if the muzzle and bloody sun make me surrender youth, freedom and pen tomorrow morning, I will never pay. I will never hand over this night, let the wall block my lips, let the iron strip divide my sky. As long as the heart beats, there will be bloody tides and your smile will be printed on the red moon every night. Wake up memories in front of my small window - North Island famous sentence

· There are no long stone steps leading to the most lonely place. People without different times walk on the same whip. There is no domesticated deer through the dream wilderness.

· When he was born, the furniture was tall, big and solemn. Nowadays it is very small and very old. There is no door and window. The light bulb is the only light source. He is satisfied with the indoor temperature but cursing the invisible bad weather. One hateful bottle is placed in the corner cork. Open, I don’t know who to drink, he desperately nailed the wall to the wall to make the imaginary Hummer cross the obstacles. A pair of slippers that chased the bugs trampled on the ceiling, leaving the ideal imprint of the pattern. He longed to see the blood of his own blood, the glow of the sun. Splash

· The wild goat stands on the cliff. The arch bridge has been aging since the day it was built. In the age of the pigs, who can see the horizon day and night, the wind chimes are as gloomy as the tattooed man, and the language of the ancestors can’t be heard. The desire to move into the stone to move the stone is the mountain, ups and downs in the history textbook

· The curtain of the unfolding time is broken, the sky is drifting, and the days are hitting the boat. The boat is slid on the heavy snow. A sheep looks at the distance. Its empty eyes are like peace. Everything is renaming the earth's ears to maintain a dangerous balance. This is death. Bell

· I have to go to the other side to change the color of the sky and change the color of the sky. I am moving. My shadow is standing on the shore like a tree scorched by lightning. I am going to the other side to pass a lonely tree in the bush. Wild pigeons fly to me - North Island famous sentence

· The huge house I belong to is only the table, surrounded by the infinite swamp. The bright moon illuminates my bones from different angles. The dream of the skeleton is still standing in the distance, such as the scaffolding that has not been dismantled and the muddy on the white paper. The fox that feeds for many years is waving a fiery tail to praise me, hurting me, of course, and you, sitting on the opposite side of my face, showing off the lightning in your palm, turning into dry wood and turning into ashes.

· For the world, I am always a stranger. I don't understand its language. He doesn't understand my silence. We exchange only a little contempt. It's like meeting in the mirror. For myself, I am always a stranger. I fear the darkness but block the only light with my body. My shadow is my lover's heart is the enemy

· Portrait of the poet of the year --------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- The inspiration from the cuffs is endless, you walk through the day and night. In long sentences and alleys, you are born and old. Although the ambition grows along the edge of the bald head to pick up the dentures, you are more like a child turning around and writing the name on the wall of the public toilet. Because of stunting, you are everyday. I have to swallow a few pieces of hormones so that the sounds of the sounds are as smooth as the ones next to the spring, and the nine sneezes are on the paper. You don’t care if you repeat the money. It’s not necessarily clean. Everyone likes the fire truck to scream and remind you to praise. The moon that paid the insurance premiums praised the axe that did not pay the insurance premium. The heavy ones were more powerful than the thoughts. The blood was dark, and the night was as numb as the frosted big-footed fingers. The groves that turn into the roadside will be the guys who wear the laurels. Every tree has an owl in each tree. It’s a real headache. They always like to mention the past. Well, I am a rotten fish with you.

· I speak Chinese in the mirror. I have a winter in my own park. I put on music. Winter, no flies. I leisurely brewed coffee flies. I don’t know what is the motherland. I added some sugar. The motherland is a kind of accent. I heard it at the other end of the telephone line. My fear, then we fell in love with the abyss

· Lock your own secrets with your drawers. Leave a comment on your favorite book. Invest in the mailbox and stand silently for a while. Look at the pedestrians and watch the pedestrians in the phone room where the neon lights are flashing. The old man wants to support the ship on the river. The ship rang the empty whistle. In front of the dark mirror on the door of the theater, he stared at himself through the smoke. When the curtains were isolated from the Xinghai’s lamp, the faded photos and handwritings were turned off— North Island Quotations

· You sail in the foggy sea without sails. You drift in the moonlight night. There is no anchor road. It disappears from here and the night disappears from here.

· No signs, no clear boundaries, only the cliffs of the prayers, leaving the dull traces of the years and a little majestic commemoration of the children going to the beach under the moonlight, the whales in the distance are rising high fountains

· The gulls woke up their wings and screamed with their wings, so screaming, the heart of each acacia tree and the children’s heart. It’s just pain in this little world.

· The horizon tilted and swayed, flipping over and a seagull fell and the hot blood rolled up the huge puppies. The omnipresent nightlight covered the gunshots - this is the forbidden place. This is the free ending. There is a pen with a feather on the sand. With a slightly damp breath, it belongs to the trembling ship's side and the season wind belongs to the shore. It belongs to the slash of the rain. Yesterday or tomorrow's sun is now here to write the secret of the notarization of death.

· A flash of feathers floated on each wave. The children piled up a small dune of sea water and surrounded it like a garden, shaking the moonlight in the clearing of the sky to the horizon - North Island famous sentence

· Ah, palm is your silence, lifting the rebellious sword, once again winding up the hair, holding up the banner, waving the wind, and finally the borders are always in the hearts of the children.

· Night, wind up and set up a robber for the lurking murderer to lay a row of shells

· It’s enough to have a sky without sin. It’s enough to have the sky. The piano is calling for the lost voice.

· Despicable is the pass for the despicable, noble is the epitaph of the noble.