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Original Edition, Shanghai Literature, April 2022
There is always someone singing in the depths of waking
Hu Sang
Distance away
Pretending that a man is not here,
Young, like a dog coming out of the night,
Sniffing the subway station in early spring,
Entering the sequence of hatred.
So many leaves, not a single piece is not greedy,
Force the person on the other side to grow into what it looks like.
I penetrated into a cup and lost
Heat, with the capacity of a cylinder.
At the exit, on the desktop, in the math
In the misunderstanding, a person drifts away.
The finite sky fell an infinite reflection,
In the generosity of the self, the eyes secrete salt.
Cross bridge lock creek
Walk around the street corner in the rain, just for shelter, and laziness.
In the turbid world, pick up a porcelain bowl and push open the dish soap,
The grapes we ate turned to the sea and summer.
Keeping the migration, trying to be good,
Become a signal tower that no longer moves,
The stream chases the stream, and the pebbles are the shadows of time.
The phone and fingers match seamlessly.
In the depths of the universe, we have just learned a pause.
Come on, this rude heat, we need silence.
Before falling asleep, the fluorescence shakes, and we do our best to make waves,
Turning a blind eye to the radiation, the bed became a little bit wider.
A bridge spans our lives at the beginning
It seems to be broken. We get used to waste and remove disasters.
Anecdote: Others
If it is mutilated
Calming,
Snow doesn't have to fall.
He will analyze
Plunge into the dull gaze.
Just cross the electronic waterfall,
careful
The retract step is blank.
Wind on the water,
The details are independent,
Wrapped around the lungs of whales.
Snow can't fall.
Plum rain cuts the night.
The season of alienation is disturbing.
Yet he was bent on going his own way,
Removed the abundant snow,
and locked heat.
Gravity on clothes
It doesn't contain knots,
Calmly choose
A flaw is exposed between the lips.
Memories are plainly shattered,
Become a café in the fall,
Become the footsteps and tone of transmutation,
Become the back of the security check together.
Ghostly
Drinking, who is sitting across from you?
Only silence knows
Where are people with insomnia.
Someone heard a plum breathing between his lips and teeth.
Whoever it is, dial it off
Residual car exhaust in the community,
Come to the bottom of the cup and think of others,
To turn back is to regret,
At the edge of the East China Sea, no one answered.
The night around the waist, the circle spreads,
In the darkness, in the heart of the tiren,
As if love were waiting.
"I'm here, and no one knows what I am."
Summer is like the return of the twilight,
Walk silently, every camphor
Pray for a paused night.
Some people sleep, some people retreat,
And a willow tree wants to move,
Who is it that has picked three thousand miles of road,
Just to tilt a city?
The mirror is a drapery that cannot be worn,
The darkest night,
There is always someone singing in the depths of waking.
The age of things
The wind is a bit old, a moving autumn sound
One night, wrapped tightly in slightly wet nostalgia.
Many limited bodies stand staggered, male and female
Identify with each other, in an awe-inspiring cooling.
A transcoding sea undulated and lost its docks.
The moon rises in the circle of friends, breathing in the filter.
The hometown is allowed to be copied, and the relatives are happy to be pasted,
On the same beach, the air weaves a unified festival.
The woman in the vintage English dress, lingering in the vibrato,
Wearing a medical mask, his smile was clicked by a hand that was far away,
The waist is like a peony, and it is installed with the usual charms.
The whole sea is collected as if it had never seen a virus before,
In the moonlight, our memory is infinite, and we want to love
Everyone who has loved, forgive every misunderstanding and parting.
The sand is live into a quiet snow, behind which is an infinite Asia,
I can hear so many people transmitting a warm liquid inside.
Empty city
A fog lingered between the buildings.
Maybe it should rain, go to the hotel, the bank, the mobile phone,
Such as autumn full of office workers' cochlear implants.
Twilight's chest is pinned to one identity after another,
The skyline of the Bund seems to be installed with joy,
But there was a suspicion flying over the road.
In you and my forehead, hanging low in the night,
Fill our desires and hopes.
Migrant workers, repeating the morning,
Stacked on top of noon, making data one by one,
Only the body remains in the sigh.
The dream of the light spirit is unbearable.
From the exit to the entrance, someone missed it.
From the platform to the platform, too lazy to meet.
Hollow coughing in metro line 10.
Go up the wrong building
You're from the other side of the green code
Turning back to the world, pacing through a block,
Become uninvolved.
That's the way it is, day in and day out.
There is a strange call on the phone,
It's like in a lake
A shadow that you suddenly feel
Insufficient power on the body. You believe
Every kind of human feeling and accident
It's all in one body
Old sites, you keep changing
Courier address book, in different ways
In the Fengchao cabinet
Take out the sweet bug.
Wheat Winter, Purple Jasmine and Honeysuckle
Such as silk winding
Chaotic flesh.
The fruity aroma makes you put bright
Moods are distributed to neighbors and passers-by.
In the familiarity of frost,
You go up a wrong building and make yourself
Lost in the QR code,
The key in his hand trembled slightly.
medium and high risk zone flow, flow,
You built it locally
A green,
Imprisoned his own discernment,
You roam, you roam,
The itinerary card is a home with a change of color.
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