Sailing quietly in the forest, talking about black wings sailing quietly, I saw the dusk river bend
Mother walks through the dusk wind circle with water in her hand, and the lover shrinks smaller and smaller, which can be put into her heart.
A group of shepherds thought of the rain in the south in the bleak shade of the sheep mountain.
The mountains are like delicate fishermen scattered all over the river, and the islands are like bird fingers sipping the sea at night.
Many sounds in the south, many sounds
Nine huge metals sit on the coast, and your city sinks one lilac after another.
I chased the bridge to a group of stone men and horses and waited for me to retreat quietly.
The horn accompanied me through the convulsive night, and put the cows all over the ground at dusk.
The dancing crowd melted like a tired face, picked up your moon in the cherry tree, and you had ups and downs.
Jumping off the dry river bed with one leg.
Uncover layers of sediment and bones stand in the wind.
At the necessary moment, South River let out so much indispensable love.
When a man is tired, let the child in his arms grow up quickly. The days are long.
The fire flashes like a wild knee walking, and the clouds flash like sky eyes flying.
Bring up the child before the dry season comes, that is, he leaves me.
I can also build fish fingers with straight patterns and let the sea bend and break.
What a cow looks at the stars falling into the sea and her lover flying.
In the coarse sand bowl, my feet let the village hold me to sleep in winter.
I’m pulling the sun on you.
Come to the seaside
4 dances
This small and cold water source comes from the forest, and the forest originated from the dance.
Along the way, you keep picking up and throwing things. You step on the moment when people miss you the most.
But the laughter is gradually away from the river bank, and you are a strange drowsiness spraying on my face.
Where you’ve been, the horns of cows turn around and even the hut sets the table in the moonlight.
You made a vessel, and the dream lines leaked to the earth in an unexpected way.
You hold a stone in the land as if you can’t leave it anymore.
Those who left gradually turned into hatred.
Day after day, the sun is not enough to enrich you, and it is not enough to destroy you
When another kind of knocking is getting heavier and heavier, you blow out the candle of time.
I lit another year’s light
Your true feelings were seen through the river by me in the vortex sigh.
Spring overcomes the law, and you step on the village to go higher than the tree bird and higher than the sky.