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A horse stepped on the ground
Space-time is abstract, and so is the world
A wild horse was startled and slammed into it
A frozen snail wants to have a body cast in cold iron
Just as we are trying to imagine whether an ant is hollowing out the ground
Just as we quietly dig up the graves of strangers
A snail has a unique shell
The world is distorted upside down with time and space
The Western Chu Overlord could not lift the Jack Ding
The story of the Four Beauties is not true
Su Dongpo's "Chibi Fu" disappeared from our textbooks
The existence of the cave man at the top of the mountain became the first unsolved case in history
However, the truth is that a horse did not step on the empty ground
It just slammed into a crater
X witnesses who were killed
The drowsy head rushed forward
The soul fell to the ground
A drop of rain can kill it
The abyss is huge, and does not dare to stare
Climb the olive branches in the dark
The resentment that bursts out of a person cannot escape
The river embankment is willowy, drifting with wind and snow
The song of the sea can eat people and dig people's hearts
The terrible lie hasn't started yet
Bloody handwriting is scrawled
Stardew spawns silent witnesses
The handle is all-encompassing, covering the scene of the crime
The murderer escapes, judges, lawyers, witnesses
Collusion with each other
Blank paper
Forcing the illiterate suspect to draw and detain
The shadow on the road, the maniac behind it
Quietly follow in the footsteps of the people who have no chickens in their hands
Wait for an opportunity
The buried flesh and bones closed their eyes and closed their mouths
Don't forget to add a fire to burn, the clue is broken
The truth remains silent forever
Horrible bloody picture
The whole world of simplicity has been defiled
Justice is on the way, hopefully in tomorrow's code
When will the unjust, false and wrongly decided cases of witnesses reappear on the horizon?
August shines with golden light
The morning of awakening and the twilight of the end
Fall together, fresh air, smell the floral fragrance
Makes us feel the happiness that rolls
The afternoon sun was shining, and we hid from it
Its light always hurts us
It makes us sweat, thirst, heat stroke
The stars at night have their own looks
Cool evening breeze, comfortable mood
In the quiet light
The male grasshoppers outside the window make a crisp and bright sound
Tiny crickets, one-piece wings
It also makes a pleasant sound
"The poetry of the earth never dies"
"The poetry of the earth never stops"
The grasshoppers and crickets got lost and scrambled
Afraid to miss the golden night of August
August, like insomnia in love
Quietly waiting for us to explore and give
The autumn wind suddenly blew
In the dark gray sky
The first autumn wind suddenly blew, and autumn rain was its lover
The autumn wind is awe-inspiring, and the autumn rain is lingering
Listen to the sound of the wind and rain
A bouquet of deep, indulgent roses
Two warm, quiet cups of tea
Let us indulge, so that the autumn wind and autumn rain do not know the way back
The autumn breeze is exactly what August should look like
Hazy, not arrogant
The autumn wind wandered from my dreams, beside my pillow
The autumn wind suddenly blew, and the awakened eyes wandered more and more
Annex the Morning Light
There is an endless road in the enclosed alley
From the heart, the hermits gave their lives to God
Seek eternal life, and after death the soul can ascend to heaven
What followed was a bloody hoax
Life sinks, souls fall, and flesh corrodes
Why did you choose to go into seclusion, and you have to come back
Are you also a scam? Self-deception
In the night, God has left, taking your souls with you
Day, God continues to deceive, you lost bunch
Do you believe in a God or bless your God?
No, you hypocrisy, God is illusory
Shakyamuni, Jesus, God, all empty illusions
Can the so-called faith really be exchanged for the cycle of birth and death?
Squirming flies, crawling maggots, flying eagles circling in the sky
The weak eat the strong, life and death, probably involuntarily
The afternoon of the glow, the glittering dusk, the dark sky
The morning light is running, carrying the soul, attaching death
If there is an afterlife, will it continue to shine brightly?
Is it time to wait again for rebirth? Is it possible to wait for death again
About the Author
Sun Xunhuan, pen name Chenju, born in 1996, a native of Bijie, Guizhou, founded "Unexpected Literature" and edited "Youth Poetry Museum". His poetry works have been published in literary journals such as The Sun Pavilion and Poets Geography Weekly.
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