论文部分内容阅读
伤口爱情是水的提纯,茶香中缭绕的分子。割破了茶叶嫩绿色的纹脉,以及幼时幻想的咽喉。犹如悬置的爆裂,蓝质花瓶的导火索。药引中抽条的迹象明显,苍白的肝硬化。季节中的余晖,被簸箕拾起。没有愈合的光进来。我的伤口失散人间,差遣的火焰时有时无。给伤口穿上鞋子——布鞋、皮鞋、高跟鞋、休闲鞋……无家可归的脚,量身定做的鞋,这个时代的西红柿,一生的羞赧与汁液献给了太阳。扑面而来的海潮,将是我为爱流淌的全部血泪。
Wound love is water purification, tea-filled molecules. Cut the tender green veins of tea, as well as the phantasmagoric throat. Like a suspended burst, the fuse of the blue vase. Drug cited in the obvious signs of pumping, pale cirrhosis. The glow of the season was picked up by a dustpan. There is no healing light coming in. My wounds were lost in the world, sending fire sometimes without. Put on shoes for the wound - Cloth shoes, leather shoes, high heels, casual shoes ... Homeless feet, tailor-made shoes, tomatoes of this era, life’s shame and juice dedicated to the sun. Blowing the tide, will be my blood and tears flowed all the tears.