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Selected Poems of Star Buds
noctambulism
I learned geckos
Learned bees again
When I was learning hares
The eyes did not turn red
Learn dragonflies
The back also does not pull out the wings
Because of my innate habits
Just stay away from these animals
When I saw that there were fish in front of me
Then sleepwalking can be turned
Place on the surface of the water
It's like taking out an egg from your body
creator
The still life that greets me on the table knows one thing
Common sense about the "self" and the fissioner
There are gaps in still lifes, and we take this as the beginning of the rationale
Still lifes that are constantly falling and still lifes that are ignited with skulls
For the fissioner of the order
Still lifes are draped here in human skin to adapt to our dialects
It is two pieces of born wings
The Creator returns to our members and gives still life another pinch of its eyes and nose
Until it reveals a friendly smile
Come over to us with these light-colored empty shells
Shake hands tightly
Grant us the method of cracking
Vivid muscles envelop the group of teeth of the divinity
Ode to ghosts
I extract the finest ashes for the bears from and from the part that died
Frozen meat Cold air blower and sickle threat before we do not distinguish each other
Who is not human?
The bear asked me many questions as small as the added effect of the cake's sweetness on my own thinking
The real problem is the part of our spirit that dies alive in each other's conversation
Have you been stolen by a neighbor of good deeds?
Or consider whether there is a basis for the concept of good and evil? If I had vetoed even the threat of the cold air blower and the sickle
Knowing that the bear was sent by Heaven to prevaricate his throat
The friendship we remain will not last because of the only commonality of walking on two legs
The future has not yet happened
The cake of the moment is the delicious scenery outside the window
Our silence was amplified by the microphone like a fish inflated in an interior where only air coolers and scythes were present
The bear took a step back
That is, the Tao The bear turned away and left for the Tao
The bear traps the companion in front of me in a threatening aesthetic paradox in which I am trapped in the notch of its top hat
or be given the attributes of a ghost
Satanic song
The golden toad on the flower stand when I have insomnia
Insomnia with flea in boots with me Insomnia is insomnia is insomnia
You just can't lie down
Watch out for the moon cutting off the waking heads of disobedient children
Made into lotus flowers, golden toads jumped on the sheets
Masquerade as me
Green neck fatally put on a pillow towel
Wait for the judgment of heaven to come
Take the opportunity to swallow little Adam riding the moon into his stomach
Fleas make a kicking sound on one side
Simulated gods approaching so many bright lights
Thus shine on the multilateral of the great conspiracy of the human world
Who the hell died
Whoever buried the evil Virgin in the boudoir
Hedgehog artist
Hedgehog Blood Exchange Mask Deal with me over the Internet
So the hedgehog who studied the motion of the celestial bodies
Start playing with art
Swing your eyes straight and your legs to the corners of your mouth
The size is converted to five centimeters
And the edges of the hands and feet should not be glued to the wooden frame that fixes the movement, and the hedgehog's twisted mouth shape
Shout out under the normal state of time freeze-frame
It lost its voice
The friendship between us became odd and the hedgehog swayed in front of me
A certain catastrophic limb seems to be at any time
It may fall due to slight fluctuations in the climate
The Missing Grey Horse
The gray horse did not belong to itself at the beginning of the trembling
It was full of light behind the mask
Huge pale, a tired woman holding a whip asked it to kneel
simulates our image and posture
She called horses "slaves."
The four hooves are now like the skirts of the quirky colorer
A flying scepter glimpsed from the side
So she had to remove those legs
Buried in the philosophical traps of Mr. Nietzsche's thinking
When she told people that Turin was an empty and dead city
The ponytail cannot be used as an instrument and can only be used
Block the blackened facial features of the fleeing victims
Wheat valley will not fall in vain in the air
On Saturday, the horse stood like a tombstone
Inside its crumpled eyelids were the axes of some nameless pawns
It has been lost vocal cords here against the precepts of the Empire
It will be quickly deleted by a black wind
Xingya, formerly known as Rao Jia, was born in southern Anhui in 1995, and studied poetry in Ningbo in 2013. His works have been published in periodicals and magazines such as Poetry Journal, People's Literature, and Youth Literature. He won the 25th Rougang Poetry Award and the 5th Guanghua Poetry Award. Published the poetry collection "Animal Alien Collection", "Branch Book of Mistletoe", and was killed on a mountain climb in February 2022.