underground river
The administrator gives orders to the chimney
Symmetrical fog,
Insufficient with this country.
The people on the set had to change the plan
Tie a line for surrender
Gray bulking
sinking downwards,
Bonnet all colors
Reflections and yellow bream finally appear in the river
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A set of sneaky photos,
It was absurdly named the Dance of Shinhime
The media session is not just a scolding of the crowd
As an individual speaker.
Slightly sluggish and irrational
It is filled with a neoclassical smell
There is a waterway hidden on the back of the frame
the whole that penetrates each other,
Shut up
Streams of consciousness from the East in the cold night
Keep your relative distance from her
Wrinkled moonlight,
Accompanied by the rusty hoe in the garden
Open the window in the hallway on the fourth floor
Wear glasses and tie
The purpose is to find in a flash
The dance under the lights was originally extinguished
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The bulging breasts were not my fault
Review after review
Ego, will forgive me,
It is his responsibility
Like Machiavelli,
He was charged with a crime unparalleled in the world
At least, Florence wouldn't think so
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Prevent a raid
From the side eyes of the nightingale
It targets one faction
Seemingly plain lawn
But the poet was expelled from the Republic
Circling around the roof, the classroom,
and across the river
After the alcohol leak,
The female gaze became more and more manic.
Dense undead in the river.
Carry untold dilemmas
A white butterfly
This exhibition of protected fakes is over
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He took the hyacinth as always
After the door of bicheng original desire,
A bottle of porcelain trimmed by his ex-wife
He was crooked on a desktop twenty-four centimeters away from him
As long as the floor-to-ceiling windows drift into the rain,
His masterpiece will be resurrected
Like a short dagger in your hand.
Paint bucket at your feet
It's time to witness the snow line falling again
About the Author:
Peng Yangfei is a 2018 undergraduate student in the College of Literature of Tibet University for Nationalities. He is currently a member of the Chinese Ethnic Minority Writers Society, a member of the Taibai Poetry Society of Shaanxi Province, and a member of the Shuishui Poetry Society.