Rm Ri landscape
Poet: Yang Lian
Thirty-year-old heard enough lies
No landscape could shift into this room
Long face with corn guests
Selling rotten stone standing in the doorway
A tongue hissed the exhibition ground of the eternal
They are cold or you have to think
Blasphemy was vomiting like a picture on the wall
Memory is the address of a small team of diminuendo
Miscanthus sinensis Autumn died of a golden barefoot
Who heard the stars disappear Pingchuang
That night the wind seems to fall from the pear
Empty room were thrown out
In your naked flesh, wandering and wandering
Mutilation, such as sky and water
Wet sun roared forget all injuries
No scenery to enjoy the landscape
Kill you
Until the last bird has fled to the sky
Frozen into the hands of the collision in that blue vein
Where do you lock yourself in
This is the room where the empty echo of a fixed
Recitation of the dark
Bury your heart the only landscape only
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