Modern Poetry
Nonan undercurrent
第九日的底流
Luo Men
Restless as the sea's sad sleep Dove Ninth Symphony with the ground, I'm on the floor Photo
Project alive, trembling of the United States in addition to this, what else can go to the eternal.
Overture
When the baton of Toscanini
Amputation disorder
You are my way Autopia
I was way way you live and hold the remote recovery
Klosson my old housekeeper
Office when you are not still dark with night lights
Locked courtyard off the fire
World backlight and sleep
You step back pedal discs in the immortality of the rings
I will follow you into the spring swing
The spring in that the sound of Lin Yilin
Woven textile with you year after year in the small attic melody
All have a beautiful dress
Day of laughter, such as La
I will be your voice Gan Guangpian
To become the kind of response can be seen
A
Diamond needle to draw Spire
All the buildings are left from the heads
Spire rose into the sky pillar
Lead to an infinite blue lofty
Busy with a simple rounded shape of the United States
Flow through the glass window to view wine as
I have drunk into that deep sleep into the bottom current
In the infinite into the ground trembling in quiet
This is not only the sound of screams
Tone shine in your country in the tower
Pure time clock's hands are still pinch
All things return to his lovely face is still based phase, as
My state of mind as beautiful as elegant fabrics into your transparent
Flashing dumb silence to the snow in the winter like the passing of years
II
Call the day of March in the skies
Sunshine through the lattice windows and audio ring
Ningmu vision of positioning Ruming Lang
Is a quiet audible echo
The whole sky sitting on a church steeple
All eyes are looking into it
The direction of the children look like in the assembly in amazement
Sunday poured into the body to put a net clothing
For six days later it will be dirty again
Number nine in your circle Chamber Mu Chuang
All structures similar pattern of light clock mode
My Sabbath is a soft sponge cushion embroidered with the full moon sweet-scented osmanthus
The unpleasant-ness out nail like blood
Pain is in your resting under the bandage wrapped
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Eye was wounded by vast
Days still turn into a round the clock
Lin Yuan is still drawing the season with the leaves
In the dark winter poin_set_tia is held the torch to the kingdom of heaven
People in a small card will save a good myth
Snowy night hunting by bike car chase
Finally break up the lights in town to meet the Sabbath
Windows open like the cover of the Bible
Shaped like a church in your house number nine
The contents of the fire has been burning through very warm baked
Plagiarism is not something to go impatience river
Shotgun hanging on the wall of the hoop and stick
Are we all look to Concord to participate in choral
With all the attention went into the deep
IV
Often encountered in the corridor corner shock
Style lights like you to calm the night, as the degree of my
Phase two cars that pass rush
Two died in a road intersection will be
When the winter sun to visit the garden leaves
I was also on the calendar is a look at the date of death for a long time
Yesterday and tomorrow the two sides opened the door to the occasion
No proof, there is no arms in no hurry to reach all
"Now," it still looks like a flower arrangement to replace one of the stellar
And continuous loss of the House of the Dead is also heightened
The corridor of the quiet terrace near to downtown to pick up the Office
To meet the bride and the purpose of dumping surplus Hongzhan on the church
Your voice is on the ninth day the eyes of Santa Maria
Scheduling people to step into the style by
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History of the castle across the bridge and Metaphysics
Huang Lin was a man lost in the thin birds
No green to confirm that it is a tree
Trapped in the mirror room blurred by the light and dark all day hanging
Sharp like the sound of body waves in the whirlwind
Moment is just like the sun reflecting on the rush to stand on the Monument
In static and dynamic between the two leaf shell closure
Are to be nailed to the time of the death of the butterfly book
Ban the entire winter and the dark rapids and pale in the body
The mirror room a light color on death row cemetery
Now you must flee those who cross the projection
To sell the work in the morning and afternoon
Then go head buried in the plate to recognize your God
The echo in that Shajian in the other hand has touched the forehead of the eternal
Six
Hope before the mirror so the death stare seemingly idyllic meditation
The dark side was invisible light house keeper all day
Eyelash hanging curtains hanging
Was actually a boundless infinite gentleness of the body can be touched
Often seems mysterious light through the blind eye the first time
Vision of the construction of static standing posture to flow out first met the wavefront
To keep a heart charm to make permanent the following into
Things will happen when there is no throbbing wave of water over typhoon season
When the burning ruins of solace after the Inter-like bird from the palms from
Voyage into the ninth day when the story out loud background sea
The world will be quiet if you Ningmu
Live in heaven far the corridor connecting
Look up the stone steps toward the Muslim village
The pace of exploration on the Hongzhan to stable
Seven
Silent echo chandeliers overlooking listening
Hi no intention of moving step may travel to play in the wake of flying birds monuments
Those insinuations are often startled by the mirror, as the party
Fishing in the lake fishing in the light tower shadow position
Over the river away from the blue acoustic sound waves away
Before and after the harvest season of hope and Guo Wu is a match with the process of burning off
A lot of anxiety at the time of the head falls off pole
A tip can not be achieved but not the pain often arises from damage to blood
When the days are lost if the eyes off the children Zheng
A patient's hands to seize the drugs and the coffins were
Watched the release of a prisoner to another prisoner out
Those who call it heavy silence in remembrance of childhood, such as the
Caught in a whirlpool by a boosting gesture
The "final" as it is always a prelude to fall slowly
Eight
When the green from the top of the tree shall be broken pulley spring is a stall
Deep end only in the static sound of fallen leaves is
Eyebrow hair in the end the season with a scary face to flee
A hunting ban fog in the winter wet season window
A walk between the teeth to explore the properties of blood
Liu Buchu to a river to see their way to go
Years still to go into the depths of the stomach that way
Walk in that direction had been more variable
Exploration of the distance between the first loss of the vehicle involved in vision may spin
Whistle so disposable towels at the station on a floating
Glimpse back in the lamp so gorgeous tailoring and sewing day
No one is not a cloud floating in the cloud base position to follow the rest to follow
People felt the tower has been gradually climbing inverted chill vertex
After they went downstairs waiting for you to go out that door
Nine
I was silent all day long island relief waves
No language in the original soulful meditation and Hill
No typhoon season in the bright curls like sleeping off the voyage in sail
I look into the distance is far outside the days of sea and sky sea
A place to be seen not look back Head
Miles driven road vehicles in the trackless snow buried rut
Hands are vast checking back door of the chest, such as churches close
I will be quiet island, such as crossing the busy harvest season after the Sabbath Manor
In the longer see in that mirror one city lights in a city noise
Moon and stars who are tired of running feet could be that round at
World line is a permanent permanent dumb blind
When the sun_set_ in the passing flow is not back to the east end of the morning
My eyes will be dark on the crossbar in the final
Approached the car to listen to car audio and car audio sound to go far far away
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