Trains
- Commemorating the Years of the Hometown of Firming about About Average
Two three pieces of pillow
Just like a person walks forward and three steps.
That is in the dusk of childhood, a person walks forward along the train.
The sky is dark, and the train road is built on a bulky highland.
Both sides are corn fields, black and negligent.
Tired, sit on the track, sit still
When you are bile, you will run when you go back.
Two jumps in the pillow, the steps, the steps, I can jump three
Sometimes more.
How long is it a matter of time?
how long?
Tracks and lights hanging on the sky
The road, full of coal, long culvert
And the curved curvature of the door is not far from the door
Road to the top of the mountain,
Just like broken line but I don't want to have a long kite.
Occasionally in my eyes.
When I
From Sichuan flow, the road is just like escape,
Then come back to day after day
When I came back, it occasionally in my eyes.
Let me look like a gap of individual countries.
Today's newspaper said:
A person dies on the bus.
But what does the death of a moment mean?
We live for life, working for work, for money and money
The days are chaos red lights, and they are lucky to escape the car.
The days are Monday phobia, we don't understand history
Don't understand philosophy;
The day is that we occasionally miss the mother who died for many years.
The days are my naked computers in the dark corner
I cried.
Turn over the entire city to find a familiar train
I hate me and sorrowful feet;
The eyes of the night and the night are also hateful.
In addition,
That 10,000 lights are warm and tempered, and it is also a place where the baby is born.
This place is far away from the volcano.
Who can't distinguish from Deniang, who is the army who is a slave,
At this time, the gods flew away, and they were busy picking fresh, just being scored.
then
Identify one by one
Since quietly, you will be in the mouth of pregnant women.
What is this place?
Who let me fall into a coward to fall asleep on a paradise, one
The well-behaved pine is going to the tree, this little guy has not come back and look back.
The disappeared has no trace.
Didn't wake up, maybe it's deliberate, I will continue to find in this old man's dream.
Train road, one three in the pillow
Just like a person walking forward, step two steps three steps
Suddenly my head was cut, I realized that I realized.
Childhood is not far from me, I even saw a group of children on the trailer covered by snow.
Snow, a careless child with a snow block wrapped in the stone to me,
The blood drops slowly slid down on a white side.
JPLATEAU Sunday, September 19, 2004, is written in Guangzhou Tongde.
