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[For more specifics, see the book "The Structure of Modern Poetry."] 】

In order to let the "broad" readers understand how to read my novels, I hereby state that you can leave a message in the comment area if necessary.

First, self-made words can be divided into individual meanings for interpretation, and then contextually understood.

For example, [discarded publicity]: abandon, give up, do not face, hide. Creation, a thing, also refers to the occurrence of one or more emotional events. Publicity, split interpretation or parallel interpretation can be done, depending on your own choice. Propaganda, dissemination, paraphrasing. Yang, madness, outburst, a procedural description of the event, or a rising interpretation of the meaning circle [high rank].

Second, word description.

Example: Qiange and I are both bards [a], not making poems, just lyrics. We are not allowed to compose music without reaching the age of composing poetry.

Qiange and I are both A, A also, maybe, pretending, not having the function of composing poetry, A is still young, immature [rhetorical discipline], and is envied and hindered by people. [Event amplification, social understanding]

[For more specifics, see the book "The Structure of Modern Poetry."] 】

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Thereupon.

Put it in your mouth.

Biting off the head, blood, blowouts.

Remove the hands, muscles, and roots.

Take one bite at a time and let go of the pain you have.

Stained blood-white.

One bite after another, the large and small intestines are lent.

Stained with horror.

One bite after another, there is a hypothesis of love in the spit.

This is the third, poetic combination of description. This ingredient is rarely used in this novel, but if you understand it from time to time, you will find that it is less formal and more content. In most cases, it is a metaphor, and it is not suitable for the understanding of the public's so-called light novels, the amount of information fluctuates in the text, which requires more energy, there is no lack of information, and there is no illustrative foreshadowing for "incomprehensible", and sometimes the mixed psychological vocabulary will be used with exceptions, but the basic meaning is the same as that of the dictionary.

Warning: If you can't read or imagine that "what I'm talking about" is your own objective condition, if you don't speak well and your own mother tongue is not learned well, this is a fault in semantics and needs to be investigated, but I am not a doctor and am not obligated to write for you, or rather.

Don't try to define my kind of experimental text, you're almost impossible to qualify.

[For more specifics, see the book "The Structure of Modern Poetry."] 】

Thank you for your understanding!

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It's off the field.

There was a lack of personnel activities, and the scene was chaotic.

This is the case on the off-set of many films, as the production crew sacrifices "order" and inevitably suffers from the chaos of its absence.

Absenteeism, descriptive, disordered.

It's not just a dynamic time stacking that can't be seen, but an orderly "disorder".

The Black King thought, this is the plan. When the shrinking eyes arrived, her heart was full of joy and hatred.

Qiange looked at the dim deliberation venue, the statue of the crow in the faint light of the distant sun, all in the branches, melted into half of the sky and night, Qiange lowered his head and went to find the flowing light in the light.

"Hot, uncomfortable, off?"

The plan continues. The Black King is an "artist" who dares to create self-referential creations without authorization in this era, and in her, Hitomi Intuition is the possibility of the invisible. She was able to contend with the writer, not in war, but in thought. The idea of obscurity, indescribable, and readable is not revealed in the form of writing, but only a little free will, from which a little protective desire for the White King is born.

"Take it off?"

The plan continues. Chika and I are both bards, not making poems, just lyrics. We are not allowed to compose music without reaching the age of composing poetry.

The flow lamp was not satisfied, and stuffed the clothes into Qiange's arms. The arm leaned forward until the boy was no longer on his feet, staggering, and being pressed under the girl, and he saw the discontinuous graffiti, because he didn't want to see it, and it was she who forced him to think about it.

The egg behind the two was white, it was white before, and it is still white.

"Blood-red, danger, I, comfort."

"Li....... Side? ”

He missed the moment when Field was there.

"Incubation, mother, organism, necessity."

He misses taking history in the far sun.

"Always, thank you, brother."

The Mother of Creation broke her waist and kissed the subtle floating body on the horizon for emotional lending procedures and rituals. He tried to explain to himself that what Liulan did was to have a better understanding of the "Dream Classic", which is desire, and clearly developed everyone into his mission, and this circuit has no possibility of turning back.

The pair force field, catapulted, poured into the line of sight, the two formed a sitting and lying posture in it, returning to the world and spitting on the waist, turning back, rewinding, the girl developed an absolute hatching temperature, curled up in the light, warming the little life. Life is formless, simple oval, archetype and psychology, Qiange understands very well, this is the fairy tale that his father once told him, the love magic inside and outside the thin belly of the swan mother.

The eyes of the world opened and closed several times, and the girl was obsessed and kept awake, and her back was covered with yellow blood.

The eye is located on the back of the shoulder blade.

[Presumably when I was a child, I was shy, look, even the family crest was shy to avoid us.......]

The eyes of the world are flowing with selfish totems.

[Liulan is very greedy, if she does something to you that she has not done until we are at our age, you have to forgive her and make her understand. 】

The eyes of the world are covered in white clothes and cannot see clearly.

"Why?"

"After hatching, no more will infection can be carried out, and only the Black King [Discarded Propagation] is eligible for the next step."

"Stingy..."

She bit the towel, turned her back to the boy, removed her corset, and returned to the world into the dark dawn.

"It's dawning, and Yuanyang is starting to work."

Not far away, the carved carvings in the caisson gradually creeped, and those Shikigami who galloped on the field ran out, surrounding the sky above the Collapse Temple, imagining what the two humans under them looked like.

After changing clothes, Qian Ge took the egg into the shadow, misfitting the two figures, but in it seemed to let out a shrill smile, sharp and abnormal, and the earlobes were numb, chasing the girl out of the shadows, and only shouting at the boy to carry it, back it.

Memorize it......

Maybe the rest of the journey will have to be spent on my back.

Carry it back!

The big eyes of the water spirit suppressed me, and after that, she said that it was slightly dry.

Before leaving the Collapse Time Palace, the black-robed old man never appeared again. But he was able to touch the Black King's [Soul Voice], which was a very rare thing. There is no record in the book, and there is no corresponding impression in the memory, in fact, this is also a small part of the "Dream Classic". There are too many incomplete paragraphs and sentences in this book to compare them one by one. However, the Abyss Pavilion is still being maintained, it is too early to go back, the plan of the Review House is underway, and Lu'er needs to know their situation.......

"Plans, in the future, visit?"

She drooped her hands and overclocked and shook like a pendulum, and suddenly conjured up a large piece of bread, cake, strawberry cake, tray, spoon, and silver sugar cubes.

"Cracked jam? Where did you get it, it's a recipe from the last century. ”

"Fey, Er, De, she-wolf....... Gift. ”

I tried my best to suppress a wicked laugh.