Chapter 22 twenty two

【Hotel Night】 Lip print and tear collaboration love notice bravely climbed into the mailbox Mailbox is cold long time no use The seal is like a bandage swaying slightly in the wind The eaves of the building undulate softly under the paws of the black cat Big trucks roll sleep thin and hard sprinter dreaming of gunshots all night long the magician can't catch his eggs street lights screaming and exploding Egg yolk paint makes the night more rugged woman in nightgown Shockingly opened the door Running barefoot on the carpet like a deer Huge moth flitting across the wall To the flamboyant fire of the ringing telephone

earpiece silence only snow Singing on the wires far away [Farewell, white handkerchief] At the gate of a certain bronzing letter on a certain street in a certain city A man pulls out a neatly folded handkerchief Bandaging a girl's injured bare foot was not accepted Since then, I can’t remember which street or city the gate is on. A handkerchief is neatly and elegantly slanted in a man's blazer Every rainy day, sunny day, no rainy day, the girl's wound still hurts I can't tell how many days, months and years have passed The psychology of the man and the girl has changed many seasons

They met inside the door, of course not in that street or that city He's not a man, he's a briefcase, she's not a girl, she's a document They greet gently and say goodbye gently and wipe their noses gently The white handkerchief is embarrassing, the red blood stains quietly shift and spread in the heart They know the language of the birds but cannot talk Just fold the name into a small kite and fly high, longing to be read "No matter how round you are, it is not art if you are not inside the circle" A man breaks a pen every time he draws a "flat" on an official document

"But where else can I find you?" The girl crossed out a phone number from the address book and said she didn't cry 【Narcissus】 women are skittish An ancient refrain in slang Exiled the heart of countless petals of flame let them drift It is said that women are made of clear water Mr. Yihong went to pretend to be a monk Later generations dreamed of the Red Mansion for him a flower in the south Wholesale and retail to distant windows Borrow a bowl of water Reply with Biye Yuqin Calendula Silver Holder Poor Xianghun invincible dry heart just water yourself with tears

Without tears, the world would be desolate and dry woman's love Covers four-fifths of the earth's miles Luoshen is water Concubine Xiang is water Now girls deny their roots soaked in legends but The woman who looks at the water as a mirror always becomes softer Stretch out wave by wave The man gets wet bit by bit The little girl in southern Fujian has many narcissus cry Narcissus eats—— a whole street 【Resume】 my mom Wobbling in a marble urn dream with mother in the background so dripping into ice My brother and sister pooled a sum of money Mom moved to the cemetery with green grass and insects

Jiangnan Meiyu on the "Zhangzhou White" curtain stone Xili's mother's name we string extraordinarily white and crystal clear Grandma and Grandpa have been broken and leveled Under a new brewery, they Many sons and daughters are scattered everywhere and are prosperous bubble like Forever overflowing the rainy day of Qingming This is the land of geomantic omen The photos of the two old people are in the old furniture of the great aunt The moon is white and the wind is clear The spirit of the great-grandfather has no permanent home Back to the ancient Zhangzhou Plain along the native place column

The salesman he left behind can't be found I had to blow my nose loudly (Grandma said he suffers from chronic rhinitis) Take myopia and go door to door red nose like a snail sticking to glass windows the rain stopped A huge black shadow leaps at me from the wall I bent over to open the bookcase seized by one's own shadow The faint halo of the wall lamp is comforting I still accept that strange gaze from countless years ago The blur revealed in the darkness is me 【Death】 longing for velvety fingers hate that finger again velvety soft Already tasted herbs pain has no shape

You are the gracious light, the special smell hairstyle action scattered pieces Those who follow you only see your back Turn your face, you are a stone statue from hollowed eye sockets Your gaze is over everyone's head even the dearest I can't stand your light like radiated rock voluntary commitment to clay You can't feel your feet stepping on it, because Survive to fill myself up to the sun First plunge into the abyss of darkness no one can save you no hand can come close to you Your facial features have been abandoned for a long time but before dying your melodious smile

a hundred years later there are still people listen