"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
.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
.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.