City, hands stained with oil
It's getting longer and longer, in the countryside
A path fragrant with wild flowers
In space, walk lower and lower
Harvest, no more
Autumn patent, a circle of walls
Inflated desire, wanton castration
spring, summer, autumn and winter
Bank kidnapped, locator
Set up boundary markers where you reach
Draw at will
The eyes of the cattle spew
Angry flame
No matter what, it won't burn clean
In the countryside, pieces of stubborn ringworm
Blackened heart, spewing
Black blood, emitting
Greedy smell, diffuse
Dazzling gas
On the plate, gradually jump out
Three legged chicken
The raven, still breathing, stands
On a dead branch, send out
The last cry
Towering sorghum
Spit out, not ears
Thick black clouds cover
Sky, blue screen
Wash the ink from the chimney
From time to time, it falls from the sky
Floating on the riverbed
White fish scales
Green smoke curls, small bridges and flowing water
In the machine, compressed into
Postal flowers, pasted in the corner
Stamp, round seal
I don't know where it has been mailed
The country is ill
Trembling, struggling, groaning
Waiting for the doctor, immediately
Injection, a cardiotonic