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"I like you to be silent"
I like you to be silent, as if you disappeared Same.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice cannot touch you.
It seems like your eyes have flown away,
It’s like a kiss has sealed your mouth.
Just as all things fill my soul,
You emerge from all things and fill my soul.
You are like my soul, a dream butterfly,
You are like the word melancholy.
I like that you are silent, as if you are far away.
You sound like you are lamenting, a butterfly mourning like a dove.
You hear me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.
Let me be silent in your silence. And let me speak to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with silence and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.
I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared,
Distant and sad, as if you are dead.
At that time, one word and one smile were enough.
And I will feel happy, happy because it is not true.
"Unexpected Encounter"
We greeted each other politely,
Said this was a rare reunion after many years.
Our tiger sips milk.
Our falcons walk on the ground.
Our shark drowned in the water.
Our wild wolf yawned in front of the open cage.
Our snakes have lost their lightning,
Monkeys - inspiration,
Peacocks - feathers.
The bat—so long ago—has left our hair.
We were speechless in the middle of the conversation,
We smiled helplessly.
Our people,
There is nothing to say.
It turns out that he has already become a passerby.
"Crossing half of China to sleep with you"
In fact, sleeping with you and being slept with are almost the same.
The force of the collision of two bodies
It’s nothing more than the flowers that are forced to bloom
It’s nothing more than the virtual spring created by these flowers
It makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened
Most of it China
Everything is happening:
Volcanoes are erupting, rivers are drying up
Some political prisoners and refugees who are not cared about
The elk and the red-crowned crane at the muzzle of the gun
I walked through the hail of bullets to sleep with you
I pushed countless nights into a dawn to sleep with you
I am countless, I run into one, I go to sleep with you
Of course I will also be led astray by some butterflies
Take some praise as spring
Take one Villages similar to Hengdian are regarded as hometowns
And they
They are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you
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