Zhang's latest work: People in the street hide their faces and go away

Zhang's latest work: People in the street hide their faces and walk away.

Zhang Infinite Things 2022-0 1- 12 00:00

There are too few people in the room.

I can't give all the medicine to a serious disease.

I can't agree with all cages.

There are countless wounds in the world, and I can only choose one to fester.

It's time to sprinkle salt, my lonely wound

Never enough to pile up. One person is too few.

I can only be a mulberry tree, but I am a locust.

When being pointed and scolded by others

I can't+1, I can't like it.

You can't point at yourself and scold yourself.

Reincarnation of

Snow turned into water. Hydration is zero

Nothing, piled on our heads, transformed.

-reincarnation, never avoiding people's eyes and ears.

Yesterday, a wobbly drunk.

Like a sick dog, crawling in the downtown area.

Chasing the crowd over and over again, shouting:

"Who wants to ride me, let me suffer.

This crotch shame "

People all over the street hid their faces and went away.

It's like they're all humiliated.

"fear"

I used my old body last year, and I can still use it this year.

Last year's doddering people can still drag on.

My mutilated body was washed away by the spring breeze in the street.

Nail shoes, garbage collector

They're wearing, like, faded clothes.

Like insects without names and surnames.

Curl up. Keep curling up.

Crawl, keep crawling

Ancient battlefield tombs

They are called, at most, at best, unfounded …

A hundred thousand wounds, a hundred thousand sheep, a hundred thousand cold jokes.

An imperial edict sounded like a whip and they moved.

Go to the frontier, watch the same full moon and receive the same snowstorm.

Go out, light up the same column and guard the same wall.

A night of snow? Typhoid fever Collapse?

I don't know, but they are dead. ...

The number of deaths, not specific.

Anyway, how much you die, how much you bury in the pit.

lick

Sunlight is quietly absorbed in the transparent sky.

Like a clever gecko. light

It is its infinite tongue.

Lick good and lick bad.

Some people say we're a little licked up.

Some people say it will take you and me away at once.

I believe everything, I nodded and nodded again.

"human letters"

I vaguely remember whether it was a pig or a dog in my last life.

Because fish and turtles suffocated in the flood.

For an old horse whipped in the mud

I vaguely remember it, passed down from generation to generation.

I gave bezoar, musk, antler and donkey-hide gelatin. ...

I'm useless, so this life

Be a man. It seems that this is

I have, extra

Promotion and reuse

Other endings of''

Prostitutes also died suddenly, in the furnace.

Burned the relic, but no one recognized it, and no one took it in.

There are also uneven blind streams under the overpass, carrying them.

A letter from home was buried in the rainy night.

There is also a little policeman falling in love in Seeds of Love.

An old lover of a drug dealer. An athlete who has lost his tongue.

Take a series of smooth steps in the snow.

In this world, there is never absurdity, and it is never just an ending.

Look, I have a raptor tattooed on my arm.

With hungry beasts. Now, it has withered into several flowers.

Kind cloud

Talk in the crowd

Outside the window, a row of clean bodies.

Hanging upside down. Those animals raised by humans.

Come back and feed us. Me and my

Butcher friend, sitting in a fishy meat shop.

Talk about something that doesn't exist. they

These were all hurt by knives and boiling water.

Mammals, separated by greasy glass

Listen to our conversation. They are quiet and peaceful.

Not taboo at all, let's talk about it.

Their price, color and even life span.

These soulless animals huddle together coldly.

Ignore it at all, this

There is no soul, only the age of the body.

walk to and fro

After closing time, if I never come back

In my room, even if there are rhinos, forests and wizards.

One sleeping whale, two.

Colliding comet

No one will find out if I ...

Gone forever, the waves will surge in the porcelain cup.

Every piece of tea will grow.

An island. There are still a few pages of manuscripts on the desk.

The person mentioned will also emerge from the paper.

They are all kinds. I can fall in love, fight and cry.

..... no master's room.

Law, execution ground and plague will be born.

To stop a new world

Every day, I take out this old key again and again.