Remembering my brother

2013.1.21 Reorganization

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The sky is hot and the earth is hot, boiling the air of the oil soup

Human heads, like blisters, are boiling in the silver pot of daytime

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Have you ever seen Jiang Zhu, every year at noon, don't wander alone

Jiang Zhu would pull and pull the ground, jumping out of the green and fluffy tombs

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The small river pebbles were full of stubborn corpses of rocks

Wild grasses and green hairs are like knocking bones and sucking marrow in the corpse bushes and are abundant

This afternoon, I will lead you on the other side in this Jiangzhu pastoral

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At dusk, the sun is faint and sleeps on the sharp hills

The crows of the night spread out from under the eaves and flew

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A corner lamp lights up the sun on the smiling face

A family with one chair missing can't surround a sumptuous evening

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The flashing time strikes the clock on time

Dreams begin to tick mysterious stories

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At night, like the red water in the yellow bucket of the farmer's house

The thoughts that can't be filtered are getting deeper and deeper, accumulating and accumulating

In the past, Beidou scooped dry, pale white and odorless water

Hopefully - tomorrow I will be able to dry a table of white starch

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White sky and deep sea

It's a double abyss that I can't swim in

Even the islands and reefs have become temples in their mezzanine

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It was dawn, and the red-faced sun led the way

On the tail of a long long queue

There are also shadows of the night

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In the morning, Jiang Zhu covered Jiang Zhu in his chest like a white veil

The debris of last night, like tiles, shoveled through the surface of life

The wrinkled scalp on his forehead jumped out of circle after circle

Finally, in the last lap, sink

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And the circle, which continues to expand behind you

Until the flow of life

On time

Place a qiē and re-smooth

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Postscript: The sky is hot, the oil soup boiling the air // human heads, bubbles like water in the silver pot of the day - this is definitely my unique image. This is the heaviest song of my life

Attached [What Shen Zhou said]:

1) That day is approaching again, think about it again, the pain is even more dripping! The grief is my own, but it affects you, I'm sorry for bothering you.

2) Quietly unfold our minds, and even perceive in detail that some of the leaves are peeling themselves away from the branches that have directed them for more than two seasons.

3) When I bid farewell this time, heaven and earth will be half closed. It's not a long night after dusk, and it's boundless warmth after bloggers come.

4) 03-1302:03 Ink attack good poems, worthy of master reading, the combination of Monet and Van Gogh.

03-1313:53 Who unravels the sinking boat and replies to the ink attack ¥ or you are high, it is the integration of more than two of their own exercises.

03-1315:22 Mo Attack replied to who Xie Shenzhou ¥ didn't find a proper word to comment, and found two painters to fill up

03-1315:43Who unravels the sinking boat and replies to the ink attack ¥ is not a full number, our thing, there is still a sense of picture, that Jiang Zhu, the oil soup of the air, no one dares to think like this. If you lend me some guts, we'll be happy.

03-1315:54 Mo Attack replied to who Xie Shenzhou ¥ To be honest, your poem is not suitable for too rational people to read, you have to have a big imagination, and people with great sensibility can get a product, which is beyond the scope of simple words

5) Remember the past, time is the best key.

6) I hope someone can read this poem carefully, although this poem is heavy, but it is heavy, it is a poem that the author values.