Fong's words

Big bookstores will have it, right? Xinhua Bookstore

"Vegetarian Rhyming Poetry About Fong" complete book (without preface and recommendation preface)

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What approach to eternity should I use

to collect and commemorate my own affairs of the heart

so that years later I can still remember what I was like at the time

when I was anxious, delighted, troubled, and happy

perhaps a plain, purely textual poem

Fang Dao, Wenshan Liu

Poetry In this territory

Self-made kingdoms Self-made genres

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The secret of the 106 rules

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1. Read you a poem

The eaves of a house after a rainy day are, as it happens, best suited to wind chimes

You look out of the window and see that the wind has just sprouted its buds very softly

And I've decided that I'm going to do it.

And I decided to travel on the cat's eye

So all the mysteries receded backward into the landscape

Only the things that are hidden deftly enough grow into dandelions

And then I followed along without any burden, very carefully

For fear of waking up the part of me that dares to dream of liking you

And so I read a poem. A poem for you

The movement of opening the book of poems is very careful, very light

Very light, very careful, like a cat with a wind chime reciting a poem for you

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2. Complaints on a hanger

This sort of, for the time being, indescribable emotion

was supposed to be given room for yawning and stretching of the legs and so forth, with a minimum of tension

So, some people specialize in the kind of courtroom evidence that's needed for an argument

But once one begins to sell it, and to involve it

that means one is no longer one's original self, and that's not the way it was.

But as soon as someone starts selling and involving

that is to say that they are not the person they originally intended to be

I opened the door and I realized that I couldn't write any more

Congested one by one on hangers under the eaves

Like a patchwork of elongated emotions, something that needs to be described only in a quarrel

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3. Simplicity

Your simplicity is a world unto itself

The clouds there are like warm quilts

The air is filled with pure innocence

There is a pure innocence in the air.

The afternoon breeze is as easy to sleep as a pillow

Your simplicity is a world of its own

Love becomes a butterfly, and lovers feed on an inexhaustible supply of thoughtfulness

Tenderness grows in the wilderness, and thoughts close in like a forest

In the twinkling of an eye, in the season of vows, a life together is a world of its own

Your simplicity is a world of its own

When the people are in the crowds, there are clouds, like warm quilts

and there are clouds, like warm quilts

in the air, there is a world of pure innocence.

In a crowd of people, love is so transparent that you can see through several people in a row

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4. The distance before the first kiss

Breaths that have been blended into a wheat color

are separated from their final relationship with the white of snow

are gradually adapting to the warm, slightly acidic weather

And the emotions of the plant, which has not yet matured fully

has not yet had the experience of aging enough to fall to the ground

Planted in a meadow, the color of the youthful diary

The epidermis is struggling to develop. a greasy green

And the vegetation is finally being flipped over for the summer

The genetic transfer of the flowering details

is straining at the development

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5. The Spoiled

A young animal, on the soft breasts, is out and about as it pleases

The story of the weaned North Country is only just beginning to bud

Surely the snow-whites have shaken off the mountaintops

So, the spoiled range begins to converge in a great circle

Yes, it's the daisies. Daisies, fragile by name alone

Birch forests embraced the whole spring's capricious hunger

The young beasts continued to walk the outlines of the ever-expanding territory

And the corner where I stood was precarious and happy

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6. A very delicate like

Too high a latitude to spy, sometimes lack of oxygen to drum up the wings

Purely distant bird's-eye view of the entire vegetation covered moonlight can only be

imagined

Therefore, the gesture should be further down. It is said that the humus at the bottom is nourishing for love

The moss-covered rotting logs that span the weedy pond are used as bridges

An ant-mosquito walks by the fern's tree, carefully carrying a slice of supper

The thick shade of the trees is suitable for a crush that is backlit and gentle, in the dampness

shade

And in the dark, in the light, in the shade

The dark, in the shade

The dark, in the shade

The dark, in the shade, in the shade, in the dark.

On a bridge of rotting wood, I examine with a magnifying glass where the ants have just passed

And, delicate as a tentacle, I love you with the utmost delicacy

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7. Thirty-one incorrigible words

A touch of nightshade describes you in the moonlight

The face is so clean that even the anger is bright and beautiful

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8. An ambiguous status

Tokyo crow, a Harajuku hair

Nara Yoshitomo's squinty-eyed dolls start to wear short skirts and bubble socks

Dreams are being utilized to speak for my subconscious mind

I was really close to kissing her on her apple-light cheeks

I was really close to kissing her on her apple-light cheeks

I was really close to kissing her on her apple-light cheeks.

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9. Virgo's Secret

The bushes burned away, stitch by stitch, by the campfire

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The heat had not yet been woven into the desert experience

Ancient burning winds thus finally chose to settle into burrows

The baked whispers took up residence

Drying out so many emotions that were still wandering

The whispers that had been pressed into the pillows of the tent

Were sewn solidly into the epidermis of the cactus

The canyons began to grow, sparsely populated

The canyons began to grow, and the cactus was a little more than an hour old. The canyon begins to grow, a sparse but sweet rain

The lights go out at the oasis, and the rain flows into the memory of the lake

This September's starry sky, lifted up in its entirety, is one I can't avoid

Bright and dazzling, the secret of attachment

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10. A bear and a eucalyptus

How to judge a piece of art from outside the country

Unfamiliar soil can be difficult to interpret

Imaginative compositions that are on the verge of extinction are no longer capable of depicting

those that belong to the grasslands where they grow freely

They are the ones that are the most important. The creatures of the steppe, where they grow freely

In the outback, where the forest expands like an ocean

All the details that must be attended to are inhabited by phenylphenol

It is not only the temperature of the green that is so vast

It is also the description of the endless dependence on the care of this kind of fresh air

This is a very different approach to painting, and yet, it is simply a matter of the style of the painting.

Even the price tags on the paintings are not available

Eventually, the critic cuts to the chase with the idea that body heat can only be exchanged for salvation

The theme of the exhibition is strikingly the same: happiness in the state of nature

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11. The feeling of being eaten

Finally realizing it's the organism of my emotions that's too fat

Fresh and freshly baked, with a crunchy beak

The spine is bent, the head bowed, and there's no need to learn

Once I was with the birds, but now I've easily forgotten how to fly

It's easy to forget how to fly. Now it's so easy to forget how to fly

Personality is plucked from its feathers and then tasted and baked

This is not the only time you've cooked it

I'm lying on a chopping board trying to taste your handiwork

To raise a glass when I've had my fill of wine, and to drink with you, and I feel like I'm being eaten

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12. A Cat's History of Love

Always, always, always, never satisfied with this jumping position

And the shadow that can't run freely when the sun is slanting

Complaining continuously. Licking its clawed, thick-padded fingers, it's reminded that it's still got the only instinctive demeanor left in it

Like the dried fish look-alike cat treats

They're only as good as they think they are from start to finish

But cats have cats in their hearts and minds

Keeping them in an exclusive, clean, plastic house

They don't get much further than a couple of square meters. And then it's only expected to look cute and obedient.

But this confined space dishonors its name, cat.

And in the blissful days of food and drink, it misses the fishbone splinter that got stuck in its throat when it was young in the wild.

But cats have cats

What's in that dark, winding alley beneath the sixth floor

What's in that orange garbage can that he doesn't know

Can he try to make his own way

In a non-pet, purely feline love affair

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13. Small Right Hand

The face of an angel is always in sleep, captured by the greed of the voyeur

The air, which is used to describe cleanliness, is the only place where

The mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains, the mountains.

In the rolling hills of the quilt, the secrets are always fertilized in the lowlands

The laughter that is constantly collected is never enough to feed the growing loneliness

Easily digestible kindness in the meandering creeks

softens the pillows of a certain defensive enmity

Happiness in the end, the freedom of movement of a few percent, without the need for a bunch of demands, is a little bit of a problem. And the tenderness of your new shoots, which will soon become forests

The sweetness, how shall I put it, I've decided to let the harvest ripen as I wake up

Not a little, slightly weak, little right hand

Trying to pick up clues as to why the skies have cleared

The last, last line of this, the last line, which I'll be fixing until dawn

The reason why the skies have cleared up, the reason why the sky has cleared up.

The clues to why the skies are clear, how you fell in love with me

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14.

At the moment, just add a pinch of doubt

The cobblestones on the trail are silently shifting

A bunch of evolved ashore stops swimming back in the mood

All dehydrated in the garden, dry and expanding with pressure

Add a few tablespoons of daisies that will bloom eventually

The blades try to maintain their green face before the water rolls off

The cookout with the fire turned off is the first time I've seen it in my life

The first time I see it, I'm not sure if I can do this.

The picnic with the fire out, unleashing the original imagination on the grass

The spices in the pot, still a trace of fussy fingertips

Finally, we've fed our cat

But we don't know what kind of fish she's going to eat for her next meal

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15. What about the sixth impossibility

The color can't have such pure white frustration

The transparency can't have such a high level of sadness

When I started to be completely obsessed with your impossible look

even the most The most ruthless, cold and impossible embarrassment

that word crystallized into the beauty of the impossible

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16. Don't

I don't want it, I really don't want it

After my face has grown old and my youth has burned

Sentimental memories have congealed into a plaster

And I have to work painstakingly on a piece of paper

About love, all kinds of beauty

I say that it's really, really, really funny

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17. I've loved you

The reeds can only be white and beautiful in the winter

Spring is never a land that belongs to it

Some beauties can only belong to the people.

Some beauties can only belong to the past

In the lush green forest-like memories

The bird's nest is as good at hiding and disguising itself as an unspoken secret

Some beauties can only belong to the past

The rain of the summer has a painfully full and ripe parting

Letting the fallen leaves die of decomposition and decay, but with a smile on its face

This is the only way to make the past a reality. Some good things can only belong to the past

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18.

The waterfowl, soft enough, penetrates low over the hard

corners of its beak in the darkness of the rock

and is filtered out of the last remnants of its feather-light pride

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19. Apple Milk

Opening the fridge to the sea above the coral reefs of the South Pacific

The lazy tropics of siesta, my fresh dreams coming to me

Cats still prefer apple milk, preferring a certain kind of love

Your whiskers are a soft and loving presence

The soft and loving presence

Of your whiskers.

Habitual happiness is a state of mind where the angle is bent sideways just right

The left side of the sleeping person is attached to the body heat and relies on it

I woke up on the right side of the bed and left with a newly grown tail

Then I began to prefer apple milk like a cat

Preferring the cup of rich, flavorful future you also preferred

There is a future in the future, and I am not sure if it is the right side of the bed or not.

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20. A childhood friend

A lizard, always on the lookout, goes in and out of the snake's market in camouflaged skin color.

But buying ants by the pound, its lower-middle-class status is recognized at a glance

The sunlight, so slashingly hot in the air, prevents it from moulting its silent reptilian elegance

With a hat for shade, I'm unconsciously more folksy than I would like to be

I can't get rid of my home skin, and whoever said that hiding in the snake's den on four legs is a good idea

I don't know if you can do this, but I know that you can.

The lizard I mistook for a snake, the probe, was like the person I mistook for myself

As I carefully turned over the rubble, and the lizard disappeared in a puff of smoke, my emotions

were like those years ago, when he'd said his childish wow, what a shame

I'd have to put on my snake's coat again, and go back to the reptile bazaar

and his childish wow, what a shame was that I could once walk on my feet

I was the only one who could walk on his feet

I was the only one who could once walk on my feet. I used to be able to walk on my feet

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21. Mortuary

My mortuary stanzas and line breaks

are a kind of "mortuary".

It's a sadness that's extremely kitschy

To keep indulging in the laurels of masturbation

It's necessary to keep repeating the makeup that's so pleasing to the eye

When the jigsaw puzzle of picking up the bones has been passed down by word of mouth and become a religion

It's not necessary to be surprised at all the incense that's being worshipped

Only the ashes of the entire temple that's burned down can't be seen to have any style of form

There's no need to analyze and examine for yourself the fine dust that's been burned down. One must analyze and examine for oneself the dusty images

Then the poem begins to take on real weight

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Subconscious Violations

22. 22. The subconscious violates

The clear who in the dream world

Like the secret, obscene peeping in the dark

It is the only one who can convict himself

The sense of smell of discontent that is becoming a butterfly

The opportunist and the moth that is short of food

Want to take advantage of the smell to mingle with the taste and then munch on it

Stops stirring and then chews it.

The black coffee that stops stirring is enough to mimic the late night

The snore that replaces the stagnant time is another refill

There's never been a problem with the excess of insomnia, and all the desires are sleepy

The surface tension of the glass allows the impulses to overconsume

The dawn that's about to rise under the surface of the water burns half the world

The other half ends under the quilt, the other half. Under the quilt ends all episodes

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23. Nightclubs are the East End's

equivalent to euphoric Wood that is easy to carve

In the cliffs where language is not valued, there is always an age of discernment

to check the license plates against the accents of the construction crews

This one, born of a fetus, with its thin, snug straps

is just a narrowing of the hairs that go with it

Here, there is a need for complementarity in order to be able to exist with ease

This one, born of a fetus, is just a narrowing of the hairs that go with it.

The makeup on their faces slows down as the frequency is determined

and is seen more clearly, those intense waits for the signal

The long shot is a blur of lipstick, traffic, and accosting

but it also maintains a kind of equilibrium in this area

Watercolors with their faint lines are perfect for painting over and then starting over again

The private clubs are always less likely to hang too clear a dialogue

The private clubs are always less likely to hang too clear a dialogue

. Private clubs can't easily hang on to too clear a dialogue

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24. A Moderate Curl of Sadness

The choir may look like a fish out of water, but it's not.

Or perhaps the Gospel itself should be slightly transformed

to avoid leaving behind any wall of unsteady consciousness

Fixing the immovable dream to end in a converging confession

In the uncovered square, anyone would have to lie moderately

They continue to dismantle the cloisters, avoiding distortions of the romance of the form

Near zero, the bells ring, and the Gospel is in a state of shock.

Bells ringing close to zero, concrete, straight, beautiful

Goethean forced to equal church, and that of course includes the stained-glass windows

What else is there that just grows into its name

Some words are just plain disgusting and depressing

In the Promised Land, at the fountain closest to the Lord

It takes a moderately curled-up sadness to make a wish

It takes a moderately curled-up sadness to make a wish

What else is there to do? Sadness to make a wish

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25. Fire hydrants attempt to create images in the night

Fading and diluted faith

is not pure enough, and we are happy to see the origin and thus the ability to mix any shape

and understand that storytelling has to be about the right night

The too-specific, structurally stable church

always raises the fear that the bat's tale will not be bloody enough

The feeding that shouldn't have taken place

does not happen on the far side of the novel, where the pen begins to drop

time, the constant infusion of time, the constant infusion of hope

and the desire for the future.

Time is a constant transfusion of the imagination

Listening to stories builds a fleeting sense of moral order

The tension of terms like factories, dark alleys, beer cans, and barbed wire

are uniformly demagnetized with the frequency of being searched for, as often as possible

So how can one describe the decay of the city

And one must also take into account the originality of the size of the clash as the nightscape crashes to the ground

And one must also take into account the originality of the sound as the nightscape crashes to the ground

What is it?

Where I woke up in a place where my brain was overburdened and stimulated by the atmosphere

I found a fire hydrant trying to create an image in the night

So it's still the best paper to write a story on

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26. Poetry, then spurned

How in the world do you mail a deft apology

The carefully folded words

Even before they are unwrapped, most of the lethal force

is avoided in the elegance of the plain letter, the handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, elegant, plain letter. The handsome handwriting on the elegantly plain letter

maintains a perfect ratio between the recipient and the sender

It's amazing how breakups can be so beautifully overdone

The damage is rooted in the stormy rock face

thinned down over and over again by the past, the past that's a mess

until it reveals the bloody bones of the I'm not in love with you anymore

So, in the hands of a poet, the heart of the taper is the only thing that's left to be torn out of your mind.

27. The style of the wind

Colors that can't even keep up with the speed

To argue on the ground that the Northern Lights are too similar to the Milky Way

The scavengers are eager to define what they define as garbage

In order to consolidate and strengthen the role they can only play

Because they can't measure the depths of their souls and the hunger for creativity

Then they refuse to examine whether they have any weight at all. And so, refusing to scrutinize their weight

Happiness sings itself without any shape

To this day, the only thing that can't be cut is the style of the wind

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28. change of heart

On the day I was sure you were gone

I typed in the dictionary and started to look up what boredom was

On page 237, on the side of the nine strokes of the 斤字, the character for 斤,""",

I could only find two words, "fresh."

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29. Personality

About hearing, it's the same world as the subconscious

Like a marriage contract, it can't be filled unilaterally

The crab that's used to swimming in a straight line is not a fish that can swim in a straight line. A crab that's used to swimming sideways can't be understood by a fish that swims in a straight line

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30.The initialization of a marriage

is a knife with geometrical lines and eye-catching colors. The eye-catching knife shouldn't have to cut through the light makeup of the temperament, nor should the clear, bright-orange, plastic plates hold the delicate euphemisms of the pink and the breakable

The vulgar, cheap gestures of those utensils make the culinary space feel very

injured

The contracted years must be renewed uncontested except for the death of a recycled resource

Extended

The wall, the light of an idyllic garden, the light of a lamp in the garden, the light of a lamp in the garden, the light of a lamp on the wall, the light of a lamp on the wall, the light of a lamp in the garden. An idyllic light on the wall represents the Proven?al kitchen

providing evidence that it must be redecorated, and cites the clause

proving that the tableware with the Pope's blood in it has been in the wrong place to begin with

the faucet, with no dishes left to wash, and the air beginning to dry out its plumbing

and the fresh ingredients beginning to be salted and cured and laid flat

in a flat bed

and the air begins to dry out its pipes

and the air begins to dry out its pipes. Lying flat

After drying, the steps are taken and the dishes are packed in boxes

The speed of their departure is unmistakably clear

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31. Exceptional innocence and happiness

The mirror continues to reflect according to age

using each person's level of repression, honesty or lack thereof

to determine whose hormonal credits will graduate

and you're always implicitly asking for one more turn and then choosing

The neo-Minimus carousel continues to go around the circle

and the carousel of the new Minimus continues to go around the circle

and the carousel of the new Minimus continues to go around the carousel.

And all the way around, I'm tugging at the morality of the old seal script

My fingers continue to thrill with the apprehension of approaching

Like lips lingering on the pleasure that lingers on the skin

Sweat is clear at the bottom of the murky rush

This whole scene is colorful and the child smiles flawlessly as if he's china

It's reminiscent of swinging, cotton candy, and the idea of the child's life as a child, a child's life as if he's not a child. I was hypocritically kicking myself in the midst of a picture of extraordinary innocence and happiness

It turned out that my love could not have withstood prolonged starvation

the occasional frenzy of needing to be fed a whole meal

I remembered with extraordinary innocence and happiness the impromptu thirst in the countryside

And the color of my love for you was frozen in the midst of this splendor

My memory wall was filled with memories of my love for you and of my love for you.

The wall of memory is knifed to the bone

You gasped for breath and sang in a murmuring voice in the countryside

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The bloodthirsty muzzleloader resolves to stop hunting

Based on an assumed understanding of the composition of gunpowder

The most unpleasant thing to think about must be the bullets that are ready to go out of the box

Never again will you know what it feels like to hit a bull's-eye

And of course, the rightness or wrongness of nitroglycerin against a flame

It's as if the barrel of a gun rubbed against the bullet at high speed

The taste of the bullet is a little more than just the feeling of the bullet.

In the smoky wilderness, where no grass grows,

exposed gravel can't detect the difference between the prey and the hunted

and the extra time spent no longer being hunted

overpopulation has not been solved

and it is progressively attacking the anxious defense

of the country. The defense

attempts to loosen my walled mouth

at last, my lips speak up and refuse to be persuaded to surrender

I immediately pull out my brass-polished gun, bayonet gleaming

magazine loaded, trigger cocked, safety off

aiming at the habit of sneering and snorting at me from 1,000 meters away with my right eye

and I'll be there in a minute, and I will be there in a minute, and I'm not sure if I can do that.

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33. Everything is unproven

The whispers of irresponsibility never cease, they breed in the traditional way

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Parasitic on the stable but dehydrated will of the pack

The constant exposure of the sun scorched the shadows, and all the bounty

The followers, good at hiding, then memorized more tales of valor outside the castle

Werewolves and vampires, words of great originality

have for centuries been confirmed only in novels.

The knights ordained, in the end, have only ever been able to prove that the world is a place where the world is a place where the world is a place where the world is a place where the world is a place. An ordained knight can only possess the gem for the length of his life

So what is eternal love all about

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34. The Game of Rhymes

Anyone who knows me knows a secret

The story begins with a pre-set ambush

Often, it begins with the emotions that are hypothetically brewing in the background

and then, in a pretentious writing style, I write down two kanji characters

Tear Drops or Flowering Season

and then, for each paragraph, a phrase, a word, and then a word spacing

The white space between them is, in fact, the only space between the two characters.

The white space between them is intentional

designed to please the eye's reading order

to make the ending seem powerful

Of course, the middle of the story needs to be embellished

with poignant and sappy phrases

sighs or farewells

Does all this fuss build up to the end of the story

just to make the story readable? Just to make the story look beautiful

Self-righteous

No. In fact, all my efforts to pile up

Pile up all these rhyming words

Are just to make the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the last line, the impeccable line, the love for you

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35. The best shape of transparency

Or rather, it is the wind that decides, sifting through the valleys for the right sounds

After all, it is the wind that travels, and most of the cares that have been taken, as expected, have reached the border.

The love that stays in the treetops without a shelter, the love that stops for a moment, is already transparent in the best of shapes

The youth that is being tempered by the fire, that is poured day and night into the vessels that hold the container

And then, in the forest, in the process of the seed falling to the ground and the germination of the seed, it is demanded to harden

Today, you are the only one left who cares for the number of centuries that the grit takes to crystallize

A diamond is a piece of work, that is a piece of work that is not only a diamond, but it is also a diamond.

Diamonds are a work of art that is squeezed and squeezed again before it can be shown off when it comes out of the ground

Finally, I came out of the forest and took the letter from you on how to make glass

I began to heat it up, refine it, extract it, and make it so transparent that it was unconsciously crossing the line of love

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36. There is a misunderstanding going on all the time

I hate myself. A casual stroke of the pen is a heartbreaking heartbreak

An easy sigh is a heartbreaking tragedy

Just to hear from him, I really loved you

It's not like I've ever loved you before, it's like I've been in love with you. I really loved you

And don't regret our memories

I could grow old in an instant without a second thought

Something so shallow and rhymed

has a beautiful name, love

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37. Jamaican reggae

Water stains on old bills are turned over

I start with the head on the next one

The world on the other side of the Pacific

The Civil War of 1861

The forests of this forest, this world, this world, this world, this world.

This Mr. Lincoln insisted on letting what was bound to happen happen sooner or later

only this is not a proselytizing god, and it will be treated as if it were the same kind of man

In 1994, the U.S. $5 circulated in North America

This Mr. Lincoln's likeness was used for coffee, music, and alcohol

On the other side of the Atlantic, across the ridge, in South Africa

Mandela tilted order from white to white. Mandela has tilted the order from white to black, but that still doesn't change the seasons.

It's still snowing where it should be snowing, and the Jews and the Aryans are still sorting, and the dollars are still bleaching the world, and I'm crossing the street across the street, and I'm buying a CD-ROM for 360 dollars, and I'm buying a CD-ROM for 360 dollars.

The whole thing is Jamaican reggae

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38. Scandinavian heavy metal

The window glass outside the bakery growls with discontent. Outside the bakery, the window glass growls with discontent

The scent of the baked goods makes out with the other side

The snarky magazine reviews are buried under the streetlights as garbage

A bunch of anarchist winter snow with a warm hand

Pushing through the bakery door, I hear clues

Inside, the glass is eager to argue, but it's me that's resisting the temptation

Anarchist heavy metal.

Anarchist winter snow returns to the street, ears pricked

Disheveled leftist youths at the door picking up garbage

The magazine from 1968, in Norwegian

Led Zeppelin, cool, a tough guy

The streetlamp stays on the side of the street, guiltily blaming itself

It's still got a few things left to take away from the leftist youths

There's another page. One page, 1987, Guns N' Roses

Considered a cultural threat by the conservative radical right

The rest of the magazines, all of them. No, I can't. I need to know more about it.

The winter snow of anarchy has never been united enough

Can't protect the music in the garbage

The tantalizing aroma of the baking of bread is finally spilling out of the shop

The store's windows outside would rather be in the same place as the store's windows. The windows outside prefer to hang out with the anarchist winter snow because it's too cold in Scandinavia and you have to be a man

and the music you play has to be heavy metal and rock and roll

and you can't protect the music in the garbage.