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Write a prose poem for you, a modern poem.
-Write to Fangxian County and sit and watch Yun Qi.

I fell asleep, curled up in a big era and a small abdominal cavity, blindfolded and plastered with posters of the whole town through the window! In fact, I have no world, my world is only night!

I am crawling, my limbs are bent, bending in a big town and a small village, overlooking the unknown world along the rugged mountain road! In fact, I have no world, my world is only panic and ignorance!

I stand, trembling all over, trembling in a big dead tomorrow and the eve of dawn, looking at the alternating chapters! Actually, I didn't recognize it either. My cognition is only hunger and deformity!

I began to walk, full of panic, in a budding season and panic on a deserted street, looking at the new red and fresh green, I am not qualified to enjoy it, but I am eager to change the color of tomorrow!

I can finally walk upright and embark on a bumpy journey. There is almost no day and night. Even so, I didn't get starlight and rainbow leaves in the afternoon!

I began to sneak on the detour. Although it seemed like a short night, the bright moon at night heralded a bright dawn for me, so I closed my eyes and meditated for a season. I will start an expedition at dawn to conquer my unknown and my dream kingdom!

Hanging beam on the head, stabbing stocks on the cone, are all inner stories, the pursuit of up and down, the departure of seasons, all of which have become the past years when I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers!

I have not failed myself. God and Wang Di gave me everything that should belong to me, even if it was only to stay away from loneliness, hunger and cold!

Actually, I should be satisfied. But the world is always lacking! I know what I missed, so I've been looking for it. I'm trying to find my one thousand and one nights!

But there are so many hardships in the world, I spent 100 thousand nights! So, I almost want to seal myself tightly in the dust as before, waiting for my fate!

Once, I shouted for help hundreds of times to the words, I shouted for thousands of times to the wind and rain, and I placed thousands of high hopes on the sun and the moon. I asked, flowing mountains, which direction are you in, or which mountain are you in? Can always give me a silent world of mortals, the five mountains are actually silent!

Therefore, I no longer yearn for, no longer desire, I want to accept my life, accept the incompleteness of my life; So, in the spring of March this year, I retired to Fangling. I want to drink regret, wine and blood in the jars of Li Xian and Li Dan under the sword of Xue Gang! So lose yourself, so forget yourself forever!

But the world is always moving forward in the red dust. Maybe God's grace and mercy are not always drowsy. In the hopeless days, I finally found you by the Xijiang River, you, Wang, the clear spring from Shennong!

You are so clear and beautiful, so simple and true, so elegant and moving, beyond everything. It can be said that you are a silent mountain stream out of print! The whole body shines with attractive and intoxicating' transparent attraction'! It's just a past tense to be ashamed of flowers and close the moon. The mood in the Jianghu is only a moment. Even the magnificence of the three mountains and five mountains is only a retired one. You are the only one I have ever seen, forever!

A thousand words can't express your elegance, and three days and five months can't express your charm; Tired words can't explain your wisdom, and tired thoughts can't describe your plain truth; If the word beauty can sum up all your inner and outer beauty! Then you must be a unique beauty since ancient times! If there is an emperor, you will definitely make BLACKPINK's debut in the Sixth Palace go up in smoke!

My literary thoughts have messed up the articles of association for your beauty, and my words have lost their power for your beauty.

I love, I appreciate, I admire, I cherish, I sing-the beauty of your internal and external cultivation, let me end with a little poem!