Go home.
Mei Shanzi. Day after day, thoughts tighten the bow tighter and tighter.
All people are an arrow ready to fire.
years, pull the trigger.
Arrows flew out.
Roads, railways, stone roads, rivers, and the sky.
Galloping arrows everywhere.
Although the form is not. First, the trajectory is different, but the arrow.
All point to one target: home.
People who come home. There is no one who does not return to the heart like an arrow.
To Populus euphratica.
Autumn Moon Maple. In the distance.
Listen to the gasps of geese.
March, is for fantasy.
Where the warbler flies and the grass grows, the grass does not grow.
I keep an inch of land.
Let the wind of the season blow into the veins.
Blue sky overhead. Carry the dust cloud.
Silence all day long.
Lock in the dreams in the dust.
Take those thin shadows away.
Confront loneliness.
He Yuzhong. It's a homework I have to do every day.
A pot of tea, a cigarette, a manuscript of poetry.
A full three hours, and loneliness.
Immerse yourself in the confrontation. The tea is fragrant, and the water surface is slight.
There was still a hint of warmth rising.
Take a puff of cigarette in the rising fog.
Slowly precipitate thoughts and personalities.
As well as lighter and lighter dust.
The truth.
Mind Solo. The truth is there.
But you. When you can't produce evidence.
It's not the truth ......
In the world.
Lake Center Pavilion. Drink black tea and make three slices of ginger.
I know how to maintain health and protect my body.
Blind cheers or.
Blind eye. Learn to play Tai Chi and spend your spare time.
Push back and forth, and make a fuss.
Some edges. Lightly cover with cream first, then.
Snow in a pinch.
Make black white. Go south and go north.
The emerald sea.
Stained thousands of ravines.
Some flamboyant.
I was caught in my arms.
Drunk me. Can't write a word.
Autumnal equinox.
Li Wei. Do you feel cold?
If you feel cold, that's it.
The autumnal equinox is the dream that separates the two sides.
A glass door.
Every dream is a dream on the other side of the door.
Dreamed. Only on this day, you are not.
Either side of the dream dreamed of.
But you're not you either.
You're just an image of yourself on the glass door.
And you're on this day.
Feel the coolness.
It's you. Duck tail flower.
Blue Nights. It's the other side of the rainbow.
Dressed in a dew-soaked hometown.
The thirsty mountains are eyeing each other.
A flag grows wildly in the wind.
April flowers bloom. Hugo. Gauss's pen blooms for you.
The melancholy Van Gogh was poked by Maimang.
Hooked on your nobility.
Pebbles of the stream on the shores of the river
Yao Shiying. There is a fish-shaped stone lying on my desk.
The owner of Yogishizaka washed in the stream.
Send it to me.
The colorful lines are sleek with life.
Crossing the scars left by the thorny grass.
Stroke it every time.
I smell the verdant spring in the countryside of Yogishisaka.
See a row of trees by the stream.
Leaning in the direction of the village.
It is the experience of life.
polish the character of a poet.
It's a flowing water with affection and affection.
Nurture warm and mellow words.
Sea.
Zhang Yihe. In the spring breeze.
The rocks and mud are soft.
The sky is filled with happiness.
Murmur and cyan come to life in the spring.
When all things grow.
I. Riding the waves, ......
Tashilhunpo MonasteryTwilight
Li Zhefu. After taking a picture of the Sertan Lama.
His smiling appearance made me speculate for a long time.
Much like the man on a thangka.
But I can't remember who it is.
The monastery collection horn sounded one after another, and it crossed like a fantasy.
A woman turning a prayer wheel recited a word.
An oracle of a painting slipped out of the twilight.
Her night had just begun.
In autumn, close your eyes on the rape flowers in August.
The red apricot was drowned in tears.
The man's chrysanthemum platform had long since fallen.