Li Dong Cultivation Manual
I did a dozen push-ups on my stomach, dry flowers
Leaning against the hollow vase, the mighty elves
I like to hide in the narrow space of the vase and play
I continued to look for birds and bridges in the library
Information, many birds flapping their wings, the bridge hole is deep
The human body was dizzy for a little while, and I followed it a long time ago
Meditate in the direction of the flow of water, no matter who you are
After this moment, it will be more old, and the elephant will carry it
It was a bulky body, and that situation lasted a long time
Accept this unknown
She rode in a Siberian carriage and crossed the border
A little bit, the devil, apart from existence, is covered with snow
Strangers stare like warrior monkeys, distant eyes
Without a single flaw, the piece of Hetian jade in my hand
The silence of the past awaited me ahead, and it was very easy to be jealous
Disappearing days, Tagore's birds together, they each other
Familiar, do not mind the scenery at the train window, unchanged
Two women with exactly the same appearance and wearing azure clothes, used almost the same
The gestures liken saturn's surface bumps, I don't know how to define them
Obscure wind and rain, it seems that it has reached the moment of parting
Worms in the human world
Weekends wrestle with the sky, and they're fast
Covering the sky, I knew the warmth of her embrace
In the land of giants where grasshoppers are infested, I went swimming in the river
The cobwebs on the shore hang a metaphor for the end times, which is hot and hot
Carcasses are related, fancy insects seduce each other, Taoist tuna
I let go of what should be put down, but I am still not free, time
Time cannot be invented, but hypocrisy can be extended indefinitely
Hedonism belongs to the general hedonism, the wanderer
Drifting ashore, I held up the swatting flies of the midsummer
There was an old dragon clock worm, unable to escape any longer
Still love you, but don't say anything more
There is no talent for language, crazy clutter
The thorny bird, the back is blurred, the invisible hand
Regrets can be minimized, wandering days
I was slightly drunk from a can of beer that could take place
Anywhere, the missing person pushed the door in, I tried
Where does the future come from? But the darkness was cloudy
Osmanthus blossoms calmly, following the melody of the edge
And the thermal power plant is on the verge of falling into wood, and there is nothing left
After the establishment of winter, I arrogantly settled in my destiny
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