#Poetic Prose#
#China New Poetry Association#
Deception (Essay)
Plough rake ground gas/original
Flies, mosquitoes, rats, and cockroaches are classified as four pests. In addition to the sublimated spirit, the air today is also filled with corrupt and depraved winds, sometimes very loud.
In the countryside of a few decades ago, the sheep's intestine trails circled around, connecting the peaks and ravines of the mountains and the grassy slope ponds.
The sheep dung that was sprinkled all the way, a few piles of cow dung, often on the road to the scenery!
The herders are accustomed to hearing noisy cries because they see a bone white cashmere and smell the fragrance of the tender flesh of the grass and grass that spreads over the mountains... But there was a fly that once flew, sniffing the rotten excrement under the scorching sun, dirtying its soul, nourishing its desire, increasing his tentacles, and from then on, mistakenly taking eating as a fashion, looking for dung everywhere for food.
Let it be fragrant and fragrant, let it be delicious and fluttering – not the cravings of flies, not hungry.
One day, the shepherds changed their profession and piled up cow and sheep dung together. Next to the swamp pit, the flies smelled a new hope - there was a paradise in the west, a stinking place, and they longed for it. The foreign fire ignited the biogas, emitting a strange light, and green the wings of the flies. From then on, firmly, buzzing, wandering in the garbage heap!
A churning stick in the clear stream, disgustingly frog out of the water; The fat buttocks in the wind have accumulated the protein and fat of maggots... And the sorghum in the green gauze tent, a touch of red that hides the thoughts of non-division...
In fact, flies and mosquitoes look at the wind and flee, never dare to face the wind; Rats and cockroaches hide in the holes, never dare to be arrogant in the city!
Since you have chased the distance, then embrace the sun with your back and wait for the sun to rise in the west!
