No. 042 Prose Poems The Crooked Moon (3)
(3). The moon is released
(March 9, 1994)
Tonight, I use the strings of longing again
Release this crooked moon
This kite, but grandmother's hand
Lift so high, so soft
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A bend of the eyebrows fluttered in
The face of the night beauty became
The Galactic Ship is finished
One of the acacia branches in the cosmic tree
Acacia is done
A lover's lips
It became a nozzle for the night bathroom
Rinse men and women from dirt shells
Let the body of acacia shine
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I went back to my grandmother's arms
Only a thin layer of clothing
Grandmother used her hands like moon buds again
Rub my eyes open
Why is there only one winged bird in the sky?
Loneliness has become a question mark
A hung air-dried wing
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I don't cry
I just want you not to withdraw your hand
This line of longing is so long, so long
But you have fallen far, far away
It was an old skull made of water
A relic of an old ancestor
The three souls and seven spirits of the ancestors stood on it
Shine on us
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And why the half of the smiling face in the sky?
Gradually smiled
Whenever the moon bends
I'm going to fly
My nostalgia
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1). I have also been a teacher, and I can appreciate the dignity of the teacher.
2). What the sinking boat can do is the first one. The third sinking boat wants to apologize to you, and it doesn't hurt to keep it, but the sinking boat is not a person who should be delayed, and it is already difficult to recover. Those will also have a negative impact on you, let's let the spring dream be traceless. As for the second one, it touches the principle that Shen Zhou adheres to, in my heart, once you become friends, you will not lose each other for life, this is a firm and unwavering mountain, and there is no negotiation. But we can make friends to each other, and whoever says that there is a gap in the middle will not make friends.
3). A smiling face, a heart, a piece of music, a glass of wine, a small gift, wishing friends a happy May Day!
4). Pick up the broom to sweep the sorrows, pick up the rag to wipe the troubles, wave the shovel and shovel to grieve, May Day is coming, hurry up and have a psychological cleaning, I wish you a happy May Day, endless happiness.