Chapter 6 "Poems about Fang Wenshan's Suyan Rhyme and Foot" 51-60

A straight line of pride is hard to slow down and follow a circle No matter how bent it is, it cannot be bent into a bridge with a certain bending angle. Even if a whole forest is cut down and a whole village is burned The coordinates of the medieval world still persist without any change Hand drawn bible maintains the manners of a certain ceremony just a bite of french bread doesn't insult you to pray in italian But the monk insisted that the Venetian accent should not be mixed with other condiments This oil portrait of the duke in the castle is like a Renaissance poster Beneath the painting is a self-deprecating note signed by the duke in quill

Thirteenth-century latin is now like a two-line notation A resplendent castle can of course be built in any insistence But in the face of true love, there is only one attitude to admit mistakes is the basic style of a gentleman Two Italian lovers insist on arguing over who should apologize first in front of the oil painting Coincidentally continued this ridicule that lasted for more than seven hundred years I suddenly realized that I was Xia Tian Those between the ice cubes we call dots It's also bold and unafraid Suddenly those flames that feel themselves to be flames The paper in my sleep is too late to open my eyes

Just burn and be bitten by that bit Suddenly understand the cigarette that will eventually be smoked I also started to be presumptuous and bit my lips Wait for the sudden consciousness to understand these words consciously Youth has already gone far away, there is only one point left I use the first person to describe past love and hate transcribed in our script I cried in the second person in the play Parting from the one I love most It's too late for me to describe it in the third person youth that has already turned around while driving away from your house Self-esteem is the hurt that roars right in front of me

Sometimes that's the only clue do you need anything else dear Don't you know there's a feeling called imagine Hanging sofa needs to have an excellent sense of space Realize those imaginations with a subjective lens That picture is very easy to judge Even the slightest word that is too obvious should not be put Especially sweating and shortness of breath I live in a romantic address like a sea of ​​flowers in the left atrium Those thoughts that were accidentally crushed by me when I turned over How should those contents be interpreted in dreams? There's no way I could swear while I'm awake during the day

Seems like dim lights on street corners are particularly good at brewing something or something The glass window reflected by the candlelight also seems to be stirring something, which makes people exhausted I almost always suddenly remember something I forgot on the way back on the subway in a hurry add sugar Finally, at the end of autumn night, I opened my mouth and swallowed something and got up to pay the bill How to stir the smoke on the edge of the cup after turning off the light does not need anything special dress up The appearance of the creamer liquid before leaving finally shakes something and then the story is

continue to extend Delete the whole section of cross-splicing and then use normal speed play Mocha coffee with creamer and sugar in a street corner coffee shop is on my mind breathless What kind of courtship advertisement needs to be rehearsed on the street where the atmosphere is right Feathers proclaiming that the drink with wings is for those who yearn for flight sell Always lying in the corner just right Foil pack The row and number of strawberries planted affect the first time they are sucked by the lips after leaving the factory sucking taste The croissant in the window has bowed silently for generations

Smile The heart-shaped lines are squeezed out with cream This body temperature is heated and baked Blessings have an expiry date, just like festival posters will be cleared before they are posted in time bowl of sour The cake is like the castle of the story in the sound of wishing, I have layers of layers in my heart silent prayer Over and over again, I only want the kind of beauty in fairy tales Has been releasing the arc of goodwill and nutrition Even when you bow your head, the mountains are full of charming ups and downs By the way, a shaking hello After a drizzle of olive oil like truffles hidden under the leaves

Began to clarify the description of its profound facial features Even such adjectives about taste can be seen very clearly The foie gras is cut in at the right time so that the wall gradually thickens its thickness Mushrooms grow after rain in the depths of red wine cellars Non-stop reproduction, non-stop emergence It is inevitable that there will be some domestic cats who forget the taste of raw fish Of course the smell of those distilled winds bothers me too like those cats who forgot their first heartbeat for food In other words, it is more important for the paint of the flower to stay on the canvas than to put it in the windy outdoors

Freshly baked blessings only exist in the cake cut on the spot The next day's advertisement is just a systematic and complete smile A drink without a can opener is like doing nothing politely In other words, the temperature of the rain can only be known by those who have run a few streets carefully There are very few people who understand these things Just like you've been trying to find a four-leaf clover