The wandering warbler in the tavern

Only the sapphire one is the most attractive

Noble in keeping an expressionless face from beginning to end

There are far-sighted eyes hidden behind the soft silk

What a ridiculous hero

Stiff arms Pose in a specific pose

Just for ladies Rely on

Performing with all your heart on the colorless stage

Who can predict the ending

Pain Struggle

Broken clown

Soaked coat

Snake-shaped short knife

Curtain call

The looming man sits on the bridge

over and over again

The falling wooden box caused large splashes of water

Then he left disappeared under the black cloak

The ancient bell rings

Hero is intoxicated

The one caressing his cheek

Glossy feel

Smiling in eyes Like spring flowers

Feathers betray wings

The Holy Spirit abandoned heaven

The swords of the duel show their fierce light

The skin is broken into pieces and injured

The blood sings along the legs of Jesus

There is always someone who will fight to the death

There is always a winner and a king

Even if it’s just for

Just for women

The closed door of the tavern was opened a narrow gap

No matter how bleak it is

That eye can also frighten the soul and pierce the heart

The figure is completely covered by dignified clothes

Thick skirt

Cascading feather fans

Gently quivering between breaths

Block the bottomless gaze

Take turns burning the remaining half of the cigarette into ashes

Then I kiss your chest with my left hand

Passed by

The corners of the lips are slightly raised

Dear

What are you going to say

What have you been thinking

You didn’t do anything

Soft body underfoot

Your seemingly harmless smile has been severely trampled

Lie quietly by the sun-covered water

The whole body is plated with a holy halo

That’s just a corner of Green Manor

Rose secretly growing without watering

Even if it falls in love with the red river

There will be no blue flowers either

(Article source: Woye Literature Society)