which namely the mirror principle

The first to eighth bars link address:
ninth bar: Wu Baolin (Wu Baolin, man, poet, lives in Wuhan)
words, it does not feel anyone fear at all, even a little fun watching Ghost mm when the Put out the sound, just like watching cartoons. Do I have lost the grab of feeling? Thousands of centipede. into thousands of tens of thousands of centipede. centipedes hh martial masterpieces. workmen. no avail. detriment of working time. armed work. no mercury. Wu Kung bored I play wugong hh phonetic, homophone of the Chinese character to see these side by side, felt a sudden nausea. Modern technology and ancient culture of some unspeakable make peace, we are the product of between the legs rigid prevailed by the temptation. mankind to create a culture, education, human civilization, in turn, the son stronger than in I, son Just sing the words br> the face of this remnant unfinished chart, I am now a look of hesitation, I do not know what to do. get stuck, I think. departure from realism, interspersed with prestigious ghost stories made the musty past and modern country , has cropped up in Hong Kong and Taiwan Horror video seen one by one, distant dream. I tried to construct a story of these seemingly very vanguard, it is myself and others who entertain the people, entertaining people who entertain, but The ultimate goal is to obtain whatever kind of muff you want the magazine to publish, for point royalties. from the South after graduating from the university, I have not been working, although the half-way to the interview are also a few elements, but that the office acting stage, closed space so not for me. liberty from state repression, I always still searching, perhaps only because has never been, never satisfied. just like all the raucous shouts, they can not stop the moment the moon appeared In the corner of my window. right crooked neck, and now I can see a yellow moon hung, which stud the sight of steel security mesh partition, but can not stop. That light shines in the blue screens turned dark following, as the weather outside the window, playing out of these Jianpanshangqiao hieroglyphs join a little hazy ghostly air. Hungry Ghost Festival has just passed, it is often said that Halloween has just passed, I think, all this not without warning. now I look at this Huangyue Liang, has been the maximum point of a establishing covered a small part. I wrote the novel, I made up the story, the incipient is not able to escape the quickly changing nature. < br> I have to admit, I rely on these ghost stories possessor of me. I will jot about nearly every few days from another zones of the ghost, such as students ghost, ghost author, ghost gathering, eat ghosts, revolution, ghosts, ghost counter , lying ghosts, naughty, devil hh my profession is to study the ghost. listen to their cries, and complained that they witnessed the rape captive child, and their indomitable, their moderate ample, and their hidden mystery ghost center brittle corroding flesh. and I eat and drink, but a Lazard animals, a point just learned to play the beast roles. These old words like me to bring an end to ... of the two hands, two groping in women left their mark on the butt, but also touched the trunk of a tree, a deep sand possible. always pour the river I have merely quite small hand touched it, when chilly liquid, and that a feeling very excellent, quite comfortable, but hh splash fell into the creek I went. river swallowed me, including the breakdown of the world beneath my feet. I jaws beating bubbles, foam surface on the broken, I put a small fart, a little fart bubble surface, but also broke. I was solo and helpless, feel the world is also soft, soft little body down gradually hh a fisher with his huge string bag hooded me, and then 180-degree rotate intentions, and I was like one abandoned fish fish team, alternatively thirst, like a naughty little fish food, a long arbitrage in the climate of a Caesar, I was kind of fisherman gently darted into the river bank, like scales on the body fell on the grass. This is the perpetual p.m., the everlasting little fart and bubbles. I think the period has been salvaged by a fisherman in 1993, and when I just turned 10 annuals old, Mom is over the Yimeng Mountain oiler lug to a huge metropolis to sell oil. I was nativity in the Yangtze River, the anecdote of infancy heaved by grandmother. grandmother article value flickering peppery jug rice. antique story of the Chinese people are being raised. Each one has a future narrating stories of the grandmother. Jiangguigushi grandmother will be extra lovely and admirable. not to mention my grandmother also peruse it a little personal educate.
wrote here, I discovered namely my seven o'clock the sun of communism, actually depend on those smart ghost, melancholy howl of the hungry ghosts, over the square of the Beyond The Grave to live, to bright. likely young , Cao. this mind suddenly appallingly, not for of the fear of ghosts, but think this is disrespectful of a large nation. Zi bu yu bizarre ah. opium, opium remember, writing a novel is like eating a colossal smoke, like the ghost of the old dream sweetheart has all the signs of all hh.
ink I dine every daytime, squeeze breast, of lesson, the cause of sex, body architecture, merely the spirit of the breast but too do not squeeze out, which can not be justified. writer's nightmare, hanging on the wire at all times the wind fluttering blouse, Yingyingchaochao, shaky, and it not seemed to not fall, the 2 vacant plastic clips biting shoulders tightly.
I always feel sorry for the fiscal crisis and the high rate of national employ statistics, not only unproductive, but also a drag. Every time I see news web reporting the nice news of the employment rate is climbing, I embarrassed to psyche, for their own incompetence, for their quiet, for the damp hut, a leaky toilet, the needy free, and a lonesome night in the insignificant. At this time I had drank a cold water, knowledge Jackson was dead twisted undead butt dance, pacing to the toilet, from the messy stuff that point out the nest, full of shame Biechu a lukewarm bubble urine, curved arc persistent with Newton's laws, but also persistent with dialectical realism. periodically what the body will twitch slightly as the night the moon in the sky began to rain, which made me feel satisfied. all can be beautiful Yeah, Well Road, drowning in the feces. this time, no fucking sense of humor also how to live.
I handle with every day reality and fantasy, annual dimension of the distance between them. I have this headache, do want to annihilate. as a useless good citizens, how I even sword will not be playing, let alone guns. as a serviceable good inhabitants, I have to reserve looking for opportunities to hone their weapons inside the body, their spending does not pay tariffs is not the pistol, the bullet to overcome the night with luminous white,toronto escort, with tragic eradicate the group of characters looking over sucker. This is what I can do the arena knife guns are gone, leaving only assorted types of keyboard pops pops, bang bang fight. This War is not no smoke, Do not you see my mouth spit tobacco is circle it? bubbles and circles, a pair of good brothers, mom, all this damn have signs.
that smokes should smoked, and then diagonal his cervix to see out the window, the Huang Yueliang has disappeared from outlook, like a beat out a few bats flying *** Side, a Douyi Dou, and if the air in the dark wall of many latent . They fly like a fucking wall. huge chromatic billboards flashing light, shot through the night clouds, a waterfall-like layers of golden light pouring down from the roof, like a wicked matron from the window out deduction Shi Penzai. just the feces is gold. gold feces. the golden old of feces.
throw smoke, I went to the balcony for a while through the air. chilly night, the shutters hung across the room lights . a spirit got into the window, opened the quilt, shouting: chewing gum.
immediately browse the computer has been compiled out of the story, build up amusing, a sudden awareness of advisable nameless number of deep ravines, mountains and valleys. and how our language is languid, compared The magic of ecology, person beings have not been thoroughly know than their own. novels written in the front portion of the old Chinese to me out of the seven orthodox Chinese medicine, suffering one day. which narcotic is blind centipede 3, a absolute of 21. including 10 grams of silkworm, all insects (scorpions) 6 grams, 30 grams of pearly moss leather, anti- Wind 15 grams, Ilex 15 grams, 15 grams of skullcap, 30 grams of soil Ling, Dan 20 grams, 15 grams of Folium, Radix 20 grams, 10 grams of cicada so. Once upon a not eaten Chinese medicine, the centipede, All insects truly scared me. I still have maintained this drug alone to discourage ailment repetition, and when necessary. And the charred bodies were absolutely from a real experience, but not because of the body the train's toilet, not a, but few with Shanghai-Nanjing highway in the body, gender and age have, that is the burning bus burned the body, such as briquettes burned one by one, pairs of issued piercing light eyes, hopeless, drug hot summer road exacerbated by the grim catastrophe like. It is a matter in 1999, has long since been more and more like newspaper to drown out, but as yet can also quest to a few were reported.
the beginning of the novel, I ambitioned to start a women's perspective to the chronicle, but says that says put the They say he was apologetic. so in the later chronicle, I decided to give the protagonist a label as: Wang Hao. This label is also readily collared the. and the tattered watery shared with me that the cabin brother, called Wang Hao. but I had too excessive moisture in the apartment, so he removed the drops of.
As at the starting of that's fair because I graduated on the morn of a trip to Beijing, a Press interview, the results finished without outcome. This is fiction, but would like to take the novel to express feelings about life. After the interview I went to the Beijing suburbs lofty rice store, the dog does not shit the mini village of dwelling of migrant human, including one of my friends. This is my first visit to the great chief, to found his own Beisuo. stood in Tiananmen Square, felt bored . Apart from watching the merry kids jumping around and feel their pleasure, I am empty. according the high red walls move forward, opposite a group of Babes Xipixiaolian, I followed Xipixiaolian, boring is not boring. When I via the long high bridge, overlooking the rolling foot vehicle and walker stream, and when I hear my friends talk about the suburbs that stand in the road into a row of teeth laid in sub-painted lipstick on a chicken, I must agree, at the moment I am like in Beijing, like the converge on the beautiful organism of the capital. This is the happiness of Socialist Youth. ah, I am curse happy. think of all this, there is a rupture of puny body even convulsions. But all and to you? pumping Han pumping.
No, not a social abandoned me, that I abandoned the society. just like the conscience of the body will eventually grow tired of ghost finally came to earth. I like the earth, like the world is full of people, like the world is full of ghosts . My life is like a brutal crane fly from one side of the city the other side, envy me! appending deflated purse, in addition to my leaky toilet. I readily create some txt garbage a day, nausea and necrosis to you. This is part of my source of happiness. I fed in this age group of devils and a group of fierce ghost seductive, seductive soul full of crime, attach with the floating world travel, travel in space, travel in space, the asteroid will eventually hit out of the earth, and the human soul is one small step a gigantic leap. ghost lead us to heave. ghost upper us.
the gray-haired, elderly'd face the real dark. This is the subject of my novel. I would anticipate it to next month's living expenses. It was my only real thought. When I play the keyboard, came to a halt. Code no story here, no money trick. I really feel the afflict Yeah. think of Grandma, the grass on the graves, I really feel the anguish. If my grandfather in Ye Hao, grandfather is not a story, but he speak their own real experiences, talk about how he was a guerrilla in the bush catch, how a bullet went through his hat, his landlord as to what occasioned the suffering of kid hh can be compared grandfather grandmother grass on the graves of even higher.
for the world around, I can not trust. So, every time voyage to far lands like sleepwalking, it method no longer get up up awake hh but I can not slumber, I can not always ah to sleep. a piece of lime on the dome fell, cracking the surface particularly coarse. I felt dizzy, I was too exhausted, anything seems to quake, windows on two flies chasing every other, the left side of the table made with cactus red light, the top of the lamp covered with yellow backbones, thorns hh soft rushing sound of flushing toilet sounded, wooden gates creak shouted, cross the dome like a cat crying child, I buffet the keyboard pops, there is embedded in the wall where the broken windows machine, the age-old, when it works like the howl of the train, Green train cars in the wilderness, wandering in the vast plains of hh Yes, it reinforced between the trails, the distant cries, and the world can collect in no time the voice of many, past and present, the depths of the macrocosm, hear, and hear, everything in the Conforming with hh
at the moment sitting in dark, dank room, I listened to the world's most vibrant, as if once afresh found a new form to capture those hidden secrets, use them to fill the emptiness of a human hh Although ubiquitous writing is to use empty fared the emptiness, I have to persist writing, to survive, to be fed by the ghost, but also driving alone and lonely. I want Write the dark face of your seat from the old man, from , from people of this age-specific heading. a girl can be her lover, proudly said: : seedlings broke, he can query the peasants: , two brothers of the flesh and worthless! they would be playing for example: each partition of the car is full of meat sausage. smooth casing, greasy sausage, crowded together, friction and friction, Kacha Kacha, reflecting the dazzling light, illuminates the dark night of the car window , a silent earth. and I, a recent graduate, is a wait Daozu slender sausages, university teaching has long been a body drained of nectar. but I still was a sausage, though skinny, but still excited wait Daozu. How can anyone run the brilliant Oriental kitchen? I am proud I was a sausage lover waiting Daozu like to wait. train traveling in the North China Plain, with tragic, the extremity is Beijing. capital. pre-eminent city .
old man sitting next to me with his glassy eyes looked out the window. glass reflecting light in the direction of my passengers, seats, overhead baggage together into a virtual image being received. this row rows of seats, a private world of all living out of the window. stubborn laws of nature educated us, this is a natural image, which is the mirror rule, the world outside the window as the train with me and the elderly, indomitable. It was real people, false image. body even hit the track side of the face poles are intact. safe false desirable. I gazed at his glass, looking across several passengers from the move to the elderly. I see the old man's eyes, I suddenly found that he is also looking at me. a pair of dark blue eyes. is that all this false image of achievement.
old man seemed tired of the game, suddenly looked to one side at me .
cattle, in our car window, too terrible hh also a coincidence.
ditch, the forepaw Ta once accidentally, and then forward a crooked body, I'll just roll down from the back of the ox, a cow horn Wow that from grazed my right below the proboscis, I feel while piercing pain, a surge of liquid into the cold wet eyes covered, and has been flowing down, I was still small, only cry. my sister can be afraid to death, and she burst into tears. but fortunately that the bird did not stab the eye corner, just paint a bit from the eyelids, or I'll be in trouble. so far, I also left a little scar on his right eye side. cows do not understand what the driver might have hit someone. the train did not slow quickly enough, that day has as yet dark, hey, what have to have been exciting, a very aboveboard bovine animals, cattle Animals are very honest ah hh In the eyes of cattle is a great thing, than it large objects, so a little afraid of cows, a children player will be able to just clutch a cow. have something to say to his mouth and swallowed it.
I do not casually question, continue to look at the glass. Not distant away, a little bit of flickering lights, front seat windows open a little cavity in the wind with whirring dirty curtains float, and that if a group of blue cloth flame will burn the person's face. woo woo black earth makes unwarranted give birth to a track of the coaching. think of my trip destination, unknown future, a strange context, and I prepared? not know, feet dragging the shadow of the past, I seem to spend a lot of effort to be steps towards a small step, this is destiny? I do not deem that they can not get rid of hh
train seems to be turning, long tail,toronto escorts, a luminous body, hiking in between iron rails through the heart of the plain, and the penetration of the crop land in the dark side of hh the old man had his face over not at me, sitting opposite us turn to discern a young girl, she sat close the window situation. I was projecting a artificial image of glass found in all of this, I do not have heavy rotation around the head can detect subtle changes, which made me feel satisfied, a little upturned mouth unconsciously. girl lying on the table, seemed to rest. her bag on the legs, the head placed on his left arm bent, leaning forward. I placarded the old man see at that girl's movement, suddenly remembered when passengers stand up Pazaichuangkou Look at that sanguinary broken horns, this looked mediocre girl's face wearing two strings of crystal tears hh
K50 departure times from Yichang while driving is more than a night at seven o'clock, but the climate is still not dark, the sun is still struggling. standing in the open space can still feel the tenderness sunset. train started soon, driving out of the city, the scenery gradually open up. until the night the day ahead yesterday during the day, I drink is speeding up, go to KTV archive night, in the side of the road facing the roots of vomiting, urinating in front of female students on campus late at night hh dwelling wolf howl is a parting handbook labor. the car has been very soft body, to the elderly for a little space, to be a little muddled and entirely scrapped. I just felt dizzy and drowsy, suddenly hh heard a noisy noise. is the train brakes.
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I was awakened and rapidly stood up Pazaichuangkou. elderly are also the venue, standing on my right side. disturbance inside, scale up passengers began to crowd from either sides here. A middle-aged man bare upper body, neck, drove a little boy about for old. sitting elevation, excitedly pointing out the window with his right hand.
afterglow of the setting sun shines on the horn last point on the endings, a complete and a half left. cow collapsed trench in the dry bones breaking cracks apparent. off-white powder fell between the eyes of cattle, such as a small white cilia surely grows in the top. horn is severing, the keen edges where some have unknown flew, like a bamboo ramp the pixia work, the rest of the period covered benefit spines can penetrate palm of the hand inserted into the palm of your hand. across the dirty glass can still see it movable belly slightly. cows have been dying. horns on the head part of a long deep has been drenched in blood flow to cow's right eye has been on the cilia down a little morsel down in the dew. cows now only one eye open, but the course is also very weak. bird wrecked horn as be a huge clash, was misrepresented, but the roots are still at the head of the mutton. gently remove only angle, distinctly will not take much exertion has.
ridge station old man, wearing a red T-shirt, published in front of the 5 interlocked rings, right hand holding a hoe. He is looking toward the cow. hoe ups and downs, hit the hard soil, however not very frequent, but also can feel the way he let them go. He can use hand tools only Zhebing hoe, only it can express his feelings. his face dark meat jammed together, and suddenly completely loosened,team Figure III, and a hoe landing, the flesh of his face and crowded, hardly see his eyes. He closed his mouth, not consciously open, two long slit embedded in that dark picture of the meat. He collapsed to the ground for a look at the cows, one would also look at the train, quickly swept from the rear of the front, and peering at us one of the cars in both eyes. He has been so standing on the ridge, reiterating the above action.
a moment he seemed to be rushing, front foot just one small step, but also went a big step back. from the window and looked at the hard soil with a hoe to draw a a dark-printed. as usual he seemed to come under a great commitment to the navel, from a middle-aged man rushed over the fields plucked him that shook the hand hoe. then they never came to a few in the distance years, but only stand watching from the old position close to the train, watching the wagon both wriggling in the published with a quaint eye. middle-aged man from the side with its weapon and embraced the body of the elderly to delay very arduous way.
days will be dingy. whirring fans inside the rotating brain ringing, listen exceptionally explicit. skylights inside and outside of the earth by the moment the formation of a confrontation. separated at a wafer of dirty transparent cup, the silent confrontation apt not advantage. I calculate all this is ineffective, naught tin alteration. the train would begin as a meantime, the night will cover this land, we will expose different piece. no What tin be changed. three minutes, three minutes later, the train slowly started the night has come slowly. Farewell, age male, do no, the cows dying, approximately apt be transported to the cows aboard the chart , then the repose will be made of cattle bones, bone repast of savory soup hh
travelers back to their seats 1 behind another, while I saw the girl sitting opposite the window, his face wearing the tears. The eyes of her the passing landscape. always passing landscape. not old and the new scenery of the points. She cried? why are you tearful? Why are you crying?
perhaps a false image from the glass in the notice that I was watching her, she seems a bit perplexed I also think that staring at a strange woman is not very good, also turned his head, pretending to 4 outright. She homeopathic hands on the table, lie down to rest. really rest, or quit to rest, I'm not sure.
I remember a little faster. the right hand side there is a deep brown scars, such as burning off by some metal, a little fearful of people. The old man gently stroked the scar on his left hand, it is natural film. I masqueraded not to see the way you continue to stare the old man's eyes, waiting for him the following words. covered with a wrinkled face, eyes, deep inside, look carefully when a little sluggish, but every now and then, revealed a mysterious light.
the train slowed down. soon into the tunnel. This is the first line of this tunnel, not long neither short.
the retinue bars from the eleventh Solitaire Chen Bo (Bo, feminine, lives in Wuhan)