《monastery》
[导读]：《monastery》 ◎ He Qing Lan Latent night dew of forest cover is still asleep No one ring, and the first planetesimals hanging in the east of the Milky Way The kingdom of the elves, based in the deep, deep rocks The old temple,...
《monastery》
◎ He Qing Lan
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Latent night dew of forest cover is still asleep
No one ring, and the first planetesimals hanging in the east of the Milky Way
The kingdom of the elves, based in the deep, deep rocks
The old temple, from scratch, everywhere, contemplated in the world of mortals, the changes in temperature
When the first bunch of fire like song splits a bloody path
All the fairy kowtowing, dare not high
The back of the only dance.Although injustice, also want to sing and praise
Look, such as glass snake winding path as if a secret
A narrow narrow mountain road, reminds you of river in spring
No margin, no one know where is the end of it
To burn incense to pray for the people, takes a kung fu
Too close to you, this piece of heaven and earth and any parts of the world
Forest wearing a wreath of glory, such as red curtain
Withstand the baptism of wind and rain, can stand the test of time
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That spread out, through the five fingers of the aperture, but slap
Soon spread the dripping wet of forest bird, vanity and ringing in the downtown
At the moment to deduce
The bird is spiritual, as lover full bloom season
At the foot of the XiaoTan with broken body, large section of the black and white film
There is a pale perfunctory lines and go into myth
A wisp of cigarettes away, who hold hand sign?On the sign or the short straw
Messy f operator, Korean pine finger writing meaningful
Is the voice of the broken, who resent the world or attached to the world of mortals
At this moment, the world as if silence, disappeared
Perhaps there is left, only the winding of bronze
2016.06.11.
◎ He Qing Lan
< a >
Latent night dew of forest cover is still asleep
No one ring, and the first planetesimals hanging in the east of the Milky Way
The kingdom of the elves, based in the deep, deep rocks
The old temple, from scratch, everywhere, contemplated in the world of mortals, the changes in temperature
When the first bunch of fire like song splits a bloody path
All the fairy kowtowing, dare not high
The back of the only dance.Although injustice, also want to sing and praise
Look, such as glass snake winding path as if a secret
A narrow narrow mountain road, reminds you of river in spring
No margin, no one know where is the end of it
To burn incense to pray for the people, takes a kung fu
Too close to you, this piece of heaven and earth and any parts of the world
Forest wearing a wreath of glory, such as red curtain
Withstand the baptism of wind and rain, can stand the test of time
< b >
That spread out, through the five fingers of the aperture, but slap
Soon spread the dripping wet of forest bird, vanity and ringing in the downtown
At the moment to deduce
The bird is spiritual, as lover full bloom season
At the foot of the XiaoTan with broken body, large section of the black and white film
There is a pale perfunctory lines and go into myth
A wisp of cigarettes away, who hold hand sign?On the sign or the short straw
Messy f operator, Korean pine finger writing meaningful
Is the voice of the broken, who resent the world or attached to the world of mortals
At this moment, the world as if silence, disappeared
Perhaps there is left, only the winding of bronze
2016.06.11.
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