Silence hits the lips.

Older and more silent
Why do you want to hold your head and hands so high when you touch them?
Why does your stove always burn so hot?
Food, tears, rivers, footprints.
The roof beam has nothing to stand up and stare at eternity.
Fifth, the resurrection of a river brings children for the first time.
Keke
Zhou song
We wave around in this kind of clothes.
We didn’t find a delta to attach to.
Tree meditation child
Fixed on both sides of the river.
They didn’t hug.
Did not produce bloody lips
They don’t touch the road.
go out walking in the night
Go through the land and abandon love
Touch the inscription, be angry and calm, and my head is full of water.
A black male
Have made a promise
Man is a sacred tree.
Full of initial chirp
Some red limbs fell in poverty in the rainstorm.
A lamp cleans itself in a dark hole.
A mysterious white cow from my hometown
Disappear at the end of the wild
We will find the dependent delta.
Girl on the green shore
After washing clothes and cutting wheat.
Walk into the reeds
tonight
Three old people