outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Wisława Szymborska
Write resume
What needs to be done?
Fill out the application
Then attach a resume.
Despite the long life
However, a brief resume is best.
Simple, concise is required.
Landscape replaced by the address,
Succumbed to the memory of swing unshakable date.
All the love that only marriage can provide,
All the children born to fill only.
People who know you than you know important.
Travel out of the country to be considered.
Membership because of Signature.
Glorious record, do not ask means.
Fill fill in writing, as if never talk to yourself before,
Always be separated from his only arm.
Quietly spent your dogs, cats, birds,
Dusty souvenirs, friends, and dreams.
Prices, not about value,
Title, non-meaning.
His shoe size, not his to land,
Used phony identity.
In addition, exposing one ear and then with Zhang's photo.
External appearance is important, not hearing.
Anyway, what is nice?
Shredders noisy sound.
Translated by Chen Li Zhangfen Age
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Bridge people
A strange planet inhabited by strange people.
They are subject to time, but will not admit it.
They have their own unique way of protest.
They make small pictures, such as this:
At first glance, no special.
You see the water.
And a river bank.
There is a struggle against the aircraft and on the boat.
There are bridges on the river and the bridge people.
These people appear to have come up the pace
Starting from a cloud because of rain
Poured down.
In addition, nothing had happened.
Cloud did not change color or shape.
No enhancement or stop the rain.
The boat forward in stillness.
People still running at the moment the bridge
Just running in place.
In this moment it is hard not to make a few ideas:
The picture is not artlessness.
Blocked off at this time.
The rule is no longer a valuable reference.
Time on the influence of events to be lifted.
Time has been neglected by the insult.
As a traitor,
A Utagawa Hiroshige
(A person, by the way,
Late years, and die for the time),
Time to slip down.
You can rest insignificant that it was just a prank,
Only two or three galaxies with the size of a joke.
But for the sake of comprehensive, we
Or make up the final essay:
Several generations, the respected reputation in this painting,
For intoxicated moved
The move has been seen as reasonable.
But some people not satisfied.
They further heard the sound of rain splash,
Feeling the cold rain falls on their neck and back,
They watched the bridge and the bridge of the people,
Saw myself there too
No end in the same race
Through the same endless, endless running distance
And have the courage to believe
This is indeed the case.
Annotation: poem for the Japanese Ukiyo-e paintings that artist Utagawa Hiroshige (Utagawa Hiroshige, 1797-1858) in 1857 by the "name of the One Hundred Views of Edo" in the piece - "Showers of chopsticks Bridge> This painting by Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) in 1887 in imitation of <rain bridge> and famous.
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Seclusion
Do you think over the reclusive hermit life
But he lived in the pretty little birch forest
A cabin in a garden.
Ten minutes from the highway,
In a clear sign of small road.
You do not need to use binoculars from a distance,
You can be quite near to see him, hear him,
Is a mass of patiently Weilisika visitors to explain
Why did he choose the humble life of solitude.
He has a dark brown Buddhist Converting,
The long gray beard,
Rosy cheeks,
And blue eyes.
He happily posed for the rose bushes before
According to a color photo.
Front is to photograph the Chicago's Stanley Heikki Rick.
He promised to send a photo back after washing out.
The same time, a caustic soda to complete silence from the old woman -
In addition to billing staff no one would find her outside -
In the guest book reads:
Praise the Lord
I
To see a real life hermit.
Some young people with a knife engraved on the tree:
Spiritual realignment in the bottom 75.
However, how the old cost more than the old fees and more went there to go?
Costs more than lying under the bench pretending he was a wolf.
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Home
Him home. Without saying anything.
Obviously unpleasant things happened.
He lay down fully clothed.
Under the blanket kept in his head.
Knees curled up.
He was forty, but at the moment is not.
He lived - but if returned to a depth of seven levels
Mothers womb, escort him back to the dark.
Tomorrow he has a lecture, talking about the total galaxy
Studies in space travel homeostasis.
Now he curled up and fell asleep.
Chen Li. Fen Zhang Ling Translation
Advertising
I was a sedative,
My home effectively,
I go to work effective,
I examination,
I appear in court
I carefully repair broken pottery -
You have to do is take me,
In the tongue dissolve me,
You have to do is to swallow me,
I washed with water.
I know how to deal with, unfortunately,
How to get through the startling information,
_Set_back is not defined edge,
Make God's absence
Survivors to help you pick the clothes.
What are you waiting for -
Have confidence in the enthusiasm of the chemical.
You're just a young male □ female
You really should try to calm down.
Who
Must have the courage to face life?
Give me your abyss -
I will mark it with a soft sleep,
You will appreciate
To four-legged landing.
Sell me your soul.
There will be no other buyers.
There is no other demons.
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Family Album
Nobody in my family ever had to love perishes.
Happened, happened, but no matter the color of any contaminated myth.
Tuberculosis Romeo? Diphtheria disease Juliet?
Some even live to ripe old age.
None of them received half the pain of unrequited love,
Full of tears and not be write back!
Neighbors are always holding the rose end,
Appears wearing pince-nez.
Never in the clo_set_ and elegant carving strangulation death
When the mistress's husband suddenly come back!
Those cor_set_s, those scarves, those flouncing
Put them all into the picture frame.
Hieronymus Bosch painting in their minds there is no picture of hell!
No pistol rushed into the garden of the screen urgently!
(They died due to head shot, but for other reasons
And is in the field on a stretcher. )
Even if the charming man bun arm, black eye socket
The ball as if painted by a woman
Bleeding to gallop away
Not to you, partner, nor is it out of sadness.
Maybe some people a long time ago, before the invention of the photography is not -
However, not one album - I know not one.
Sad self-ridicule solution, day after day the day before,
And they, by sympathy, will the weight loss due to influenza.
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Meet by chance
We are polite to each other and exchanged greetings
And said it was a rare reunion years later.
Our tiger sipping milk.
Our hawk walk on the ground.
Our shark drowned in the water.
Our wolf in the open before the yawning cage.
Our snakes have faded lightning,
Monkey - inspiration, peacock - feathers.
Bat - a long time ago - have exited our hair.
We are stunned in the middle of talking to right,
No choice but to smile.
Our people
Nothing to say.
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Himalayan journey is not to
Ah, these are the Himalayas of the.
Ben month peaks.
Always static start
Back to the sky burst open.
Pierced the clouds desert.
A blow to nothingness.
Echo - the white silence
Silence.
Snowman, here we are Wednesday,
ABC, bread
There are Two times two is four,
There is snow melt.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, you are.
Snowman, some of us here
Not really a crime.
Snowman, not every word
Are the death sentence.
We have inherited hope -
Receive the gift of forgetting.
You will see how we
Have children ruins.
Snowman, we have Shakespeare.
Yeti, we play violin.
Snowman in the evening
We lit the lamp.
That height - neither on nor earth,
And tears will freeze.
Oh Snowman, half of the ball people,
Think, think, come home!
The case in the four walls of avalanche
I called Snowman,
Hard stomp heating,
In the snow
Eternal snow.
Annotation: Ye put (Yeti) is said to live in the Himalayan snowman.
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Museum
There is no appetite plate.
A wedding ring, then at least three hundred years of love
Not return.
Here are a fan - pink face gone?
Here are a few sword - anger gone?
Open string lute evening no longer sounded.
For eternity is out of stock
Million pieces of antiquities in the aggregate.
Rustic dream of going on the guards,
His mustache on hold against the display window.
Metal, pottery, bird feathers
Quietly celebrated their victory over time.
Only the ancient Egyptian Huangmaoyatou hairpin giggles.
Crown of life than head length.
Lost glove hand.
Beat feet right foot shoes.
As for me, you see, still alive.
And my clothes for the contest is in full swing.
This guy will fight beyond imagination!
It is more like to continue to survive after I am gone!
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Golden wedding anniversary
They must have had different points,
Water and fire, must have had big differences
Must have been a gift to each other and stealing Bing
Desire to attack each other's differences.
Clutching their unauthorized use, the collection of other
So long
Hold the left end to the arms of the air -
After the departure of the lightning, the clear and transparent.
One day, the problem has not yet answered already.
One night, their nature through the silence,
In the dark, guessing each other's eyes.
Gender vague sense of mystery gradually lost,
Intersection into a similar difference,
As with all the colors fade into white.
The two men who had been copied, who disappeared?
Who is using two smile smile?
Two voices who speak for the voice?
Who two heads nodded in agreement?
Who held to the lips gesture to teaspoon?
Who is peeling those who were skinned?
Who are still alive, who is already dead
Entangled in the palm of who?
Gradually, staring with twin brothers.
Familiar is the best mother -
Does not favor any one child,
Almost can not tell who is who.
In the golden wedding anniversary, this solemn day,
Both of them saw a pigeon flying the window rest.
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The joy of writing
Was written by the DOE through the forest toward the writing where?
Carbon paper is to tame her mouth like a copy of the
Drinking waters by writing it?
Why she looked up and hear what they sound like?
She borrowed the four to the truth the fragile balance of the body, legs,
Ears in the bottom of my finger.
Silence - this word also rustles through the paper line
And separated
"Forest" is the word of the initiation of branches.
White opportunistic ambush in the top of the jump
Random combination of those letters,
Round phase around the sentence,
No way to make Yu Tao.
Number hidden in a drop of ink in the bag even cook to
Hunter, squint,
Ready to tilt toward the pen,
Surrounded by deer, aiming their guns well.
They forget that Bing non-real life.
Another decree, in black and white command here.
I like to enjoy the moment with the continuation of
Yes, if I wish, cut into many tiny permanent
Full suspension of flying bullets.
Unless I give orders here will never have to happen.
No leaves falling would be contrary to my will,
There is no grass in the hoof of the period dare to self-bending under.
Does it really have such a
Ruled by me, overweening world?
I really tied to the chain of symbols of the time?
I really never take orders from the presence of?
The joy of writing.
Save power.
Revenge of the human hand.
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Stunt performer
From trapeze to
Trapeze, knocking the drums in the emergency stop abruptly
Silence following suspension through
Through the startled air, faster than
Faster than body weight, once again
Once again not a good fall.
Alone. Or can not be called alone,
Can not be called, because he has flaws, because of his lack
The lack of wings, very limited
Forcing him to
With no feathers, and now the focus bare naked
Timid to fly.
Easy to difficult,
The perseverance of the alert,
Inspiration in the thought. You can see
How he crouched to jump leap knees, you know
How he plotted from head to toe
Against his own body; you can see
How deftly he himself and the shape of the shuttle in the previous
In order to shake the world firmly in the hands
How to reach students on their arms -
Above all in this beautiful
In this, just pass, and time.
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Theater impressions
I think the most important scene of the tragedy is the sixth screen:
The dead from the battle arena,
Adjusting wigs, robes,
Pull out the knife from the chest piercing,
Since the noose off his collar,
Lined up among the living
Face the audience.
Individual and the whole of the bow:
White hand on the wounds of the heart,
Ms. suicide knees bow,
Cut off the head nod.
Pairs into the team's bow:
Anger stretch the arm compliance,
Happiness pleasure hanging victims watched the eyes of officials,
Rebel without resentment through tyrant side.
Trampling toe slippers with gold eternity.
Remove the cap margin with a hat and moral meaning.
Old habits die hard to keep going tomorrow to start again.
Those who died earlier into a column approach,
In the third act and the fourth act, or between the two acts.
Those who disappeared without a trace miraculously return.
Think of them waiting patiently in the background,
Costume is not off,
Makeup is not unloaded,
Lines more than the lengthy tragedy taught me heart.
But the real exciting is the curtain slowly fell,
You can still catch a glimpse of everything from the bottom:
Rush out here to take a hand to spend,
The other hand there suddenly picked up the sword fall.
Third hand at this time, the invisible hand,
Fulfill its responsibilities:
Grabbed me by the throat.
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Advertising
I was a sedative,
My home effectively,
I go to work effective,
I examination,
I appear in court
I carefully repair broken pottery -
You have to do is take me,
In the tongue dissolve me,
You have to do is to swallow me,
I washed with water.
I know how to deal with, unfortunately,
How to get through the startling information,
_Set_back is not defined edge,
Make God's absence
Survivors to help you pick the clothes.
What are you waiting for -
Have confidence in the enthusiasm of the chemical.
You're just a young man ╱ woman
You really should try to calm down.
Who
Must have the courage to face life?
Give me your abyss -
I will mark it with a soft sleep,
You will appreciate
To four-legged landing.
Sell me your soul.
There will be no other buyers.
There is no other demons.
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Under the stars in a small
I call it certainly apologize to the coincidence.
If there is any place making errors, I must apologize.
I hope not because I am happy with them as has been angry.
Hopefully, the decline of the deceased patient and tolerate the memory.
I own all the time every second apology omissions.
I would love the old love new love as apologize.
The war from afar, ah, forgive me flowers home.
Wound dehiscence, ah, forgive me tied to the fingers.
Minuet music for my people to apologize for shouting in the abyss.
Five in the morning I was still asleep to the people waiting at the station to apologize.
The hope of being hunted, ah, forgive me for laughing from time to time.
Desert ah, forgive me not timely send a spoonful of water.
And you, has not changed all these years, always in the same cage,
The same fixed stare intently looking at the Falcon Air, ah,
Forgive me, although you have a specimen.
I have four legs for the table to apologize to the trees being cut down.
I'm short answer to the problem of huge apology.
Truth, ah, do not pay much attention to me.
Dignity, ah, make me leniency.
Ah the mystery of existence, please tolerate Chela seams of your clothing garment.
Soul, ah, do not condemn me occasionally to keep you.
I apologize that they can not ubiquitous to all things.
I own every man and woman can not be the person to apologize to all.
I know that in life I can not find any reason for their excuse,
Because I own is my own obstacles.
Oh, words, do not blame the words I borrowed a heavy,
Also Auntie bother to make them seem easy.
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Letter of Thanks
I owe those
I do not love many.
Furthermore, it was even love them
I feel relieved.
Glad I'm not
Their sheep in the wolf.
With them I am quiet,
I am free,
That love can not be given
And taken away.
I will not abandon the doors and windows
Waiting for them.
My patience
Are almost comparable to dial meter,
I understand
Love can not understand things,
I forgive
Love can not forgive things.
To communications from the meeting
Not eternal,
Just a few days or weeks.
Always swim with them all liking,
Concert,
Visiting the cathedral,
Enjoy the scenery.
When the seven hills seven river
Blocking us
These mountains and rivers on the map
At a glance.
For their
I live in three dimensions, the
Horizon due to changes in a real,
Neither lyrical nor pretense of space.
They do not know
His empty hands full bloom a lot of things.
"I do not owe them anything,"
This pending issue
Love will be said.
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Smile
Witness the hope that the world would rather not want to hear from
Its song. So politicians have to smile.
Bairu Zhen Zhu clothes means that they are still happy.
Complex game, goals distant,
The results are still unclear - sometimes
You need a row of nice, shiny teeth.
Head of State must show not wrinkled brow
The runway at the airport, in the conference room.
They must specifically show a huge, multi-tooth "wow!"
In the pressure in the body or when emergency issues.
Their self-regeneration of facial tissue
The heart of our camp sounds, eye lens to change focal length.
Diplomatic skills into the dental surgery
Herald a golden age for us tomorrow.
Lousy, so we need
Sharp front teeth laughing and kind and friendly molars.
Our time has not yet secure, robust to
To face exposed normal grief.
Dreamer kept saying: "fellow brotherhood
This place will become a smiling paradise. "
I do not believe it. If so, politicians
To not have to do facial exercise, and
But only occasionally: he feel happy
Happy spring, so the only touch of face.
But human beings are sad.
To be it. It was not a bad thing.
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World grain of sand
We call it a grain of sand,
But it is not claiming to be grains of sand do not claim to be.
No name, it still flies very well, whether general, special,
Permanent, temporary, false, or the appropriate name.
It does not need our glance and touch.
It does not feel they are watching Bing and touch.
It is the fact that fall on the windowsill
Just us, rather than its experience.
It, this is no different from other places, and fall,
Sure that it has completed the fall
Or still fall in.
Window is a beautiful lake view,
But the view is not self-view.
It exists in this world, colorless, invisible,
Silent, odorless, and painless.
In fact, bottomless lake, lake shore in fact no.
Either unaware of their lake, wetland, but also feel it yourself,
Of the spray itself, is neither singular nor plural.
They hear their own splash in the
Does not matter small or large stone voice.
All this without the sky in the sky,
Sun_set_ did not fall,
Do not hide do not hide to hide an involuntary clouds.
Breeze rippled clouds on the ground without him -
The wind is blowing.
A second in the past, the last seconds of the second and third seconds.
However, they are the three of us alone seconds.
Time flies as a messenger to pass an emergency message.
But that is only our simile.
Character is a fabrication, rapid is virtual,
Messages and people not involved.
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Clothes
You take off, we took off, they take off
With wool, cotton, polyester cotton made
Coat, jacket, short jacket, a double breasted suit,
Skirts, shirts, underwear, home slacks, skirt, socks
Put in, hanging in the discarding of the
Back, both sides of the metal screen;
Because now, the doctor said, the situation is not so bad,
You can wear clothes, adequate rest, walk out of the city,
Have problems taking a before going to bed, after lunch,
Few months, next spring, come back next year;
You know, but also thought, that's what we worry about,
He imagined, and you are all admissible;
With trembling hands tied to the, fastened
Shoelaces, buckles, adhesive tape, zippers, buttons,
Belt, buttons, cufflinks, collar, tie, button hook,
From the bag, pockets, sleeves out
A sudden significant increase in use
Crushed, a little, there are patterns, checkered scarf.
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Sky
I should have this start: the sky.
Cut a window sill, cut window frames, window reduction.
An opening, but so,
Too big to open.
I do not have to wait for the stars of the night,
Not eagerly
Look.
I have placed in the sky behind the neck, hand, and the eyelids.
I tied tight sky
I staggered pace.
Even the highest mountain
No better than the deepest valley
Closer to the sky.
Than the other place anywhere has not
More sky.
Moles rose on the seventh day the opportunity to re-
No less than wings of the owl.
Objects falling into the abyss
Fall from the sky of the sky.
Granular, sand-like, liquid,
Inflammation, volatile
Patches of the sky, an immense sky,
Waves, piles of the sky.
The sky is everywhere,
Even the existence of dark under your skin.
I swallowed the sky, I discharge the sky.
I have a trap in the trap,
By people living,
Being hugged hug
Answer the question.
Is divided into Heaven and Earth -
This is not thinking about the overall
Appropriate way.
Just let me continue to live
In a more specific address
So people can come to me
Quickly find me.
I is characterized by
Ecstasy and despair.
Translated by Chen Li Zhangfen Age
- Translated From the above, "Xinbo Szymborska _Select_ed Poems"
(1998, Laurel Publishing Company)
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Epitaph
Old School in this buried a woman,
Like a comma. She is the author of several poems,
The earth gave her eternal resting,
Although she does not belong to any literary factions.
Her grave has no luxury decoration,
In addition to this poem, burdock and owls.
Passers-ah, you took from the bag calculator
The fate of the 希姆博尔斯 card a minute of silence.
林洪亮 Translation
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And the beginning of the end
After the war,
Always someone to clean,
Battlefield clean and tidy,
And clean itself never appears.
Always someone to rubble
Swept into the road next to the
So that the carts full of corpses,
To pass through unimpeded.
Always someone to clear
Sludge and ash,
Sofa springs,
Glass fragments,
And bloody rags.
Always be those who brought in wood,
Good shore sloping walls.
Fitted to the window glass,
Placement of a door hasp.
These efforts will not happen overnight,
Security they need years.
All cameras
Have to go to another war.
Bridges need repair,
Stations need to be rebuilt,
Rolled up sleeves,
Has been broken into pieces.
It was a broom in hand,
Still think of the war occurred.
Some people listen,
Kept nodding.
Some people began to look around,
Was boring.
Often been
Dug under the trees
Rust broken swords and guns,
And thrown into the waste heap of them.
Those who witnessed
War of the people,
Had to step aside
People who know little of war,
Few people know,
Or no understanding of the people.
Some people would lie
Have antecedent
And consequences of bush,
Wheat in his mouth,
Eyes looking at the clouds.
林洪亮 Translation
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Virgin pity subgraph
Male born in the town:
See the monument, praised it grand,
Off on the steps of the museum abandoned two chickens,
The mother lived to find out where
Knock the door and crunching open the door.
She straight waist, straight comb yo hair, eyes crystal of.
To say I am from Poland.
Easy words to say to each other. Questions loud and clear.
Yes, she loved him very much. Yes, he always did.
Yes, when she was standing in the prison wall.
Yes, she heard gunshots sing.
Regret not bring a tape recorder
And a camera. Yes, she knew how it was.
She has read on the radio his last letter.
She has sung on TV the old lullaby.
Once she even play movies, open eyes staring
Strong arc lamp until the outflow of tears. Yes, she was recalled moved.
Yes, she was a little tired. Yes, it will go in.
Stand up. Grateful. Say goodbye. Go out
After the next group of tourists around.
Huang brilliant translation
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I was too close to the
I was too close, to the extent that he can not be dreamed of.
I do not fly him and he does not escape
From the root of the tree, I was too close.
Singing fish in the net, it is not my voice.
Ring rotation, not on my finger.
I was too close. A burning house
I'm not in there, for help with. Too close
Let the bell in my hair shake harmonics.
Too close, the same can not be entered as guest
They never closed their office.
I will not die, so lightly
So random, so far away from my body
Like that in his dream. Too close.
I enjoy the sound, I saw the flash of a single shell language
While I'm lying in his arms. He fell asleep
More close than ever, and he was
The cash register of a wandering circus people, with a lion
Now he is turning into deep valleys,
Covered with leaves, snow-capped mountains were closed,
In the gloomy sky. I was too close.
Can not fall from the sky to him. I cry
He will wake up. And poor me
□ I received the form.
I was a birch, I was a canary.
I have that out of my
□ Korea cocoon shell color has been
Disappeared from the astonished eyes of grace,
That wealth of wealth. I was too close.
Too close, he could not dream of me.
I put my hand under the head from this sleep to extract.
My hand was numb, studded with needle
On each tip, are calculated sat a waiting
Down to earth angel
Davenport Translation
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Yashi Luo camp next to the hunger
Write down, write down, with ordinary ink,
The paper in general: no food,
They all died of hunger. All? How much?
The grass is so big. How many pieces of leaf
On behalf of each? Wrote: I do not know.
Documented history of bone on the body in full
A thousand thousand and one into a whole.
That one seems Lingding does not exist.
A fictional fetus, empty cradle
That smile, cry, and expansion of the air,
Stepped into the deserted garden visits,
A no man's land.
We have become in this body on the grass.
Silence like a remnant of perjury,
The light of day, green. ─ ─ next to a forest
Bark peeling off, sucking moss group.
Before the blind man
That the assigned amount of the daily landscape. Air, a bird
The shadow of its great wings,
Move their mouth,
Zhang mouth jaw joint, teeth.
Night sky
With souls on the sky,
Dancing in the dark as the arms,
Holding an empty glass.
The Tiecha on the barbed
Turn a person
They sang songs, the sound over and over.
A lively battle song horrified people.
So.
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Heraclitus rivers in
Heraclitus rivers in
There goes a few chopped fish, fish fish,
Build a fish a fish, a fish in a fish inside,
A fish from a fish, where the besieged slip off.
Heraclitus rivers in
It says your eyes ---- ---- fish like the sky shining
I would like to travel with you to our common sea,
Above all to find a fish fish fish,
I was a lone fish, a favorite fish alone
(At least not a wooden fish stone fish)
Write a few small fish in the Yinshan, then the short,
Perhaps it is confusing to the flash of darkness?
Review a poem is not finished
Female authors say the Earth really is small,
The stars, she said: "There are still more than it needs."
She was shocked countless endless dead planet,
In contrast with this theory may be!
Evidence can be found! Ah, the poet.
While our prophets ---- return to Earth
Fengyun Perhaps "no one seen to rotate," the planet,
The author seems unable to resist women
Expansion of a strong sense of aloof, and
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