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Shu Ting Collection 舒婷 1213Words 2018-03-20
【Exile to the island】 exiled island in the attitude of childhood Get close to the warm land again You gather firewood and cut pasture Plant old corn with two distances look up occasionally Sending a group of migratory birds home There is no wind in New Zealand waters at the moment your eyes are foggy when they are outside you are inside The bright red beak knocks helplessly on the high wall the sky of the motherland covered with your blood now you are outside they are inside All secret doors click and lock Now that you've landed on the other shore, you can no longer back to the birthplace

The direction of view does not change The foot has stepped on the other pole of the magnetic field black eyed wife Sitting on the threshold and breastfeeding braid tightly coiled on top of head like a sturdy sunflower smiling and turning Seek your light source and shine You wipe your sweat with the sleeves of your tunic stand firm Gradually full on the track of fate Gradually golden 【An's Chinese Heart】 Ann's single eyelid has been swollen After getting the visa At the time of farewell, he was desolate at the age of thirty Put a little smile on our faces don't cry, you guys

keep the corners of your mouth close to your ears And he suddenly Bury your head deep in your arms Ann pointed at me and said: You are a happy girl English read as black dog then ann is happy boy is black skin Ann, Ann Your English and Mandarin and Fuzhou dialect, and Your favorite Proust smells like ponytail Ann grew up on a ponytail Reed Flower Beach by the Ma River It was Ann's first words, he hands and feet draw a huge nude girl can be seen from the plane hiding its face is Ann's eleven-year-old first love His verses are pea soldiers Rolling around fighting bravely and occupying the land

Ann travels and surprises his sentences so meritorious so loud As a result, Ann stuttered and became dwarfed. in the jungle of rhetoric His wings have long since fled The feet are always tangled Wait until the United States borrows him All his poems come to see him off One by one, shining brightly reproduced on his cheek the weather is very hot when you are wiping your face don't have to explain to us that's sweat Ann buys Chinese medicine, buys cotton sweaters, buys Shoushan Stone Buy a two-breasted tufted silk padded jacket in that mankato town Walking with hands behind hands, drinking Kung Fu tea, writing Chinese poems

Unfortunately, looking up the window, it is Snow in Minnesota Ann's nationality is neither in the padded jacket nor in the language not even on skin tone An's Chinese heart is a cotton jacket, language and skin color even the fishing season in the dream even way of saying hello Slip on the subway and immediately chant Amitabha Buddha American roommates call you "ang" whoever paid for your portrait in washington square called you zenith mother's letter You are a wet masson pine In the noise of friends gathering, you are short but long silence A cup of boiling water will keep you cool

Drink it when you push the door in and pick it up Wipe your mouth with your sleeve It is still the old habit of the Chinese 【Slope】 the slope on the way to work or the route home, you usually walk Some gasps.the slope to lift you up When the wind blows, your skirt flaps in the wind much like charge The moment when the slope cuts through history you are ufo Difficult to freeze when did it cross the apex you don't know feet Take the initiative to take you down down It's not only easy when the slope abandons you and much faster 【Red Guard Cemetery】 a fallen leaf, creepy

Dawn that alarmed the thin feathers in the cemetery Barrel-derived cornflower The years wash away the blood stains The youth that squanders the bright stars every year unbearable graduate The second sister of the Zhuo family with a canvas bag on her shoulders A round of red sun dancing in the palm across the courtyard wall planted on my chest my thirteen so radiant thirty years how to return this to you Rusty tinder, to break ground in your pure black dream, sister out of the mist feet in black rubber shoes The yard sweeper broke himself behind a bush Eucalyptus has your silver laugh

open the window cough running water rushing people start waking up you go to sleep 【absolute sound】 Moth through a piece of white paper, only use Silkworms with insomnia for more than 3,000 days The Whimsy of Stamps from a cold The wind in late autumn is too cool It is not advisable to caress too much for language beware of verbs in the midst of spring bite your hand back Dreams are just a pile of decay I have to walk around with lights on wily casually doomed misfire Where the bullets reach is already unclear But the trigger is irreversible The sound is nothing but muffled sound

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