Village meditation is like a dark treasure.

Two villages sleep across the river.
Haicun slept more deeply.
Distant journey
Flat wheat appeared in the rain.
The scenery in these rains is strange.
It’s already dark and raining.
I sit in the water and write to you.
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Minyiren
Even three blind people
Want to go far away
The red tambourine is in the middle of the night
Knock suddenly
There are no dead people.
Didn’t bury jujube crutches.
Knock
The heart sleeps in the farthest place
Even three blind people
Want to go far away
That night.
Eating sorghum cakes in the dark
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Spring night morning
night
I put the ancient roots
Carry it to the ground.
Frog green calf moon green eye socket
And a green shell. Green.
On my back
Flowers in succession
(early) morning
I went back to the village.
Tap on the door
A drinking bee
Fall on my neck
She thought
I may be a well with high ground.
Mom knocked on the door.
Across the well