However, the two of them are opposite to each other in the vast wilderness, holding a sharp knife naked, but they do not hug or kill, and they do not hug or kill.
The two of them have lived so permanently that their bodies will dry up, but they have no intention of hugging or killing.
Passers-by feel that chatting gets into their pores, and that chatting crawls from their own hearts into the wilderness and into other people’s pores. So they feel that their throat is dry and their necks are tired, and finally they look at each other and slowly get separated, and even feel so dry that they lose their life.
So there is a vast wilderness left, and the two of them are holding a sharp knife naked and standing like dead people’s eyes to appreciate this road. People are dying and bloody, and they are always immersed in the extreme life.
December 20, 1924
Such a warrior
Such a warrior is not an ignorant African native, but he is not tired of carrying a discerning musket. China green campers are wearing a box gun, and he is begging for the spirit to armor himself, but he is throwing a spear with a barbarian.
When he walked into the array of objects, everyone nodded to him. He knew that this nod was the enemy’s weapon, a weapon that killed people without seeing blood. Many soldiers perished here, and their strength was like artillery shells.
Those who embroider all kinds of good names with all kinds of flags, philanthropists, teachers of the law, young people, elegant people and gentlemen, all kinds of coats and embroidered all kinds of good patterns.
But he raised his javelin
They all vowed to say that their hearts are in the center of their chests, so don’t be partial to human beings. They both put protective goggles on their chests, and they have deep confidence in testifying in the center of their chests.
But he raised his javelin
He threw his smile sideways and hit them in the heart.
Everything slumped to the ground, but a coat with things removed from it won because he became a sinner who killed philanthropists and so on.
But he raised his javelin
He strode in the array, nodded goodbye, and all kinds of flags and coats.
But he raised his javelin
He finally died in the array of things. He was not a soldier at last, but things won.
In such a situation, no one will hear the war and call it peace.
peaceful and tranquil
But he raised his javelin
December 14th, 1925
passing guest
At dusk or one day
Land or place
The old man is about seventy years old and has a black robe with white beard.
The girl is about ten years old, with purple hair, black eyes, white and black checkered gown.
Passers-by are about thirty or forty years old, in a state of difficulty, stubborn eyes, dark beard and messy hair, and black shorts are all broken, barefoot and wearing a pair of shoes, hanging a pocket and waiting for a bamboo stick.
There are several miscellaneous trees in the east and rubble in the west. It is desolate and dilapidated, and it is buried in a road-like trace. A small earthen house marks a dead tree root on the side of a door.
The girl will help the old man sitting at the root of the tree.
Weng, why don’t you feed the children?
Children looking east who is coming have a look.
Weng doesn’t look at him. Help me in. The sun is going.
Let me have a look, son.
Weng, alas, isn’t it good enough for you to see the sky, the soil and the wind every day? Nothing is better than these. You have to see who will not benefit you when the sun goes. Go in.
The child has come recently, and Ah is a beggar.
Weng beggar is not necessarily.
Passers-by staggered from the miscellaneous trees in the east for a while and then slowly approached the old man.
Good evening, Mr. Guest
Hello Weng’ a, hello TOEFL.
Sir, I really take the liberty to ask you for a glass of water to drink. I am so thirsty that there is not a pond or a puddle in this place.