Muxin haiku

Excerpt from Joan Mecca's Random Thoughts

That morning, a group of new little reed frogs at the water's edge just started to sing.

At noon, the village chickens crow, and three peach blossoms pile under the white wall.

What makes you happy is not the person you thought.

It's still raining. It's all willows.

Bees smash glass and read Roman history. Spring afternoon library

The tomatoes in the market are very tired.

When birds are clear, what should they do first?

Although the train with dew is different from the rose with dew.

In the Spring Dynasty, rape was cooked and hung on bamboo poles to make summer porridge.

The cars on the road are very individual.

This is not a letter that has been read ten times in the war.

Grass by the Qingjiang River is enough.

The rats in the prison caused the jealousy of the prisoners.

In the hospital bed, I feel that the people who come to visit are all gruff.

The flowing stream therefore flows through.

Jiangnan is green stone steps and green, always like it has just rained.

Cicada stopped cutting in the distant mountains, and Ding Dingchan sang again.

People can't cough on windy nights, but they still have to cough

I saw the yellow-faced woman one night fifteen years ago.

The weather is sunny, and the yellow dust covers the willow color.

The bristlegrass is swaying in the wind, and the bristlegrass is constantly swaying in the wind.

At first, it was quiet, not quiet. Put on your clothes and touch the key.

After the summer rain, the smell of road divergence is also very provocative.

Later, I often said to myself, this is happiness.

Spent a summer in the river with a fan.

I haven't written it in my heart yet.

The railway in the north passes through the dark town, and only the hotel has lights.

The moon rose, and the slender dead branches together cast a shadow on the glacier.

In my childhood, I can still hear voices handed down for thousands of years.

It's another spring night, so I think of it as scheduled every year.

A child walking on the road is still so young. Whose house is it?

At night, there is no sound of clogs in the corridor.

A lot of rain will fall like a lotus leaf.

The beauty of the little red dragonfly surprised me quietly.

Grease the door hinge, and my mother sleeps next door at night.

Three centimeters away from my lips is just a luxury.

I have been with you for two days, but I still miss you.

I understand a seemingly lazy metropolis.

Don't thank me for taking my moustache to the station to see me off.

Cambridge sunset cup Algiers black coffee excitement is exhaustion.

Pick up the day when you squeezed lemon juice on oysters from the beginning.

There are many unnecessary screams on the grass playground.

When I came back one summer night, Gypsy was still holding a lamp under the tree to tell her fortune.

The disappearance of the church spire will disappear there forever.

Blonde teenagers with darts and balloons seem to have all the youth.

Spin, spin, all kinds of thrilling entertainment, cables with dead bodies everywhere.

I heard that the older generation in the suburbs of Paris can still understand the epigrams of food.

Adhering to the Greek classicism of body is an eternal classicism.

He forgot that he was a lovelier and sadder person than her.

The lamp shone on Gypsy's desolate chest, and she recalled generations.

Lilac is downstairs, and I am in a hurry to write a letter upstairs.

Looking back, that man was actually not beautiful, so I continued to think about my career.

The Atlantic morning breeze seems to smell the fragrance as far away as possible.

If the drizzle hits my face, my happiness will be doubled.

Today is the day of the American election. It is very quiet here.

This postcard shows cherry blossoms that bloomed several years ago.

Han, blue sky, Tang and Greenland are my coffee.

After a long time, a postcard came. An Andersen is sitting on a wooden chair.

Why don't you know that the delicacy of Chinese food is a kind of decadence in China?

This guy showed up like Wagner.

Send me a pot of mimosa, but she is Spanish.

Miss new york after three days in Boston is only familiar to new york.

Candlelight dinners are back in fashion. Gentlemen, thank you for not forgetting the past.

I'm probably the one who bowed his head and ate pancakes at the Greek barbecue.

The empty monastery made me slightly drunk.

Reading Ingrid Bergman reminds me of a lot of my own rich past.

I was about to speak when I was interrupted, and then nothing happened.

Provide a few classical styles of pine that will never burn in front of the fireplace.

Why are ruins always like this? I can't see anything.

On a windy night, several newspapers scrambled to fly. I'm afraid I'm one of them.

After driving for a long time, my body touches a foreign body and it feels like touching my skin.

Love vows of disabled people who merge two singing slots

To you, I am like a shadow swaying on a white wall.

Snowflakes are not flowers when they touch the ground.

Dawn and dusk are opposite to the newsprint wrapped earth.

I am a patient, you are a sick doctor, and vice versa.

There is infinite meaning floating on the surface, which is the most fascinating.

According to the old woman, according to the sunshine in the swing park.

Anyone can write a gripping memoir.

I am no longer the lover who quarrels with Bos in the world.

On sleepy days, I will have more hope at the window.

Only hibiscus flowers roll into buds and then wither.

An oval face in an oval mirror.

The clothes hanging on the rope talked from afternoon to evening.

Believe that virtue is a sincere conversation after the wave of happiness.

Eternity is unlovable, and there is endless stupidity.

It doesn't matter that all the clocks in the world suddenly ring at the same time.

We knew that the scenery outside the window was beautiful and we didn't open the curtains.

New buildings don't talk, old buildings can talk.

Elderly partners sit under cherry blossoms, mainly cherry blossoms.

The beginning of each season in temperate regions has its sacred atmosphere.

The blue hydrangea is so blue that I smoked half a cigarette for it.

I can stand the pride of plants.

The midnight fountain divides into three streams on the stone.

The noise of the desert in the distance, harmonious rolling and low humming are all youth.

The black forest is not a black forest.

The stone carving on our lawn is where Jesus is every day.

In fact, happiness is always small and tight.

The childlike beauty of young people is a scam to attract love.

The only unforgettable thing is the delicious taste of the Rhine carp.

In the dark, the red star of the cigarette butt on the ferry is a person.

The burning smoke in the country twilight is fascinating.

Fortunately, you are not you in the dream, and I am not me after all.

Fish that swim all day.

The grapes in the refrigerator were held out and hung in the sun in the window for mass.

The noise of autumn insects in late summer shook the night.

In winter, there is still a desert around the colorful coat of the village girl.

A beautiful teenager who came to Qingshan to add branches and descended on a bamboo raft when peach blossoms flooded.

But some people's faces are ugly like a group of grievances.

Although the knock on the door at night in the mountain village is next door.

Boredom is the last taste.

There are thick and subtle customs everywhere.

Pedestrians on the road may not have backpacks, but they all carry a story with them.

Suddenly, I want to smell my wet shoulders.

Anyone who robbed that race for a long time has a ruined face.

China in memory is only the humanistic essence preserved by mountains and rivers.

Wrong shoes in socks.

Close your eyes and cover your distant and diffuse body temperature.

I like almonds, peppers, mustard, ginger and mint.

Everyone remembers the oblique pale white sunshine in the hospital corridor.

Are you really as keen on reading newspapers as the lighthouse keeper in the last century?

In winter, the board tube is as warm as a dead bird.

Later, the moonlight melted silver on the silt of the river beach.

The quiet window hooks in villages and towns at night, like the wheat fields in the chest, fluctuate due to the wind.

I haven't seen the beautiful sunshine falling on the blue brick floor through wood carving for a long time.

Accustomed to a gray Sunday, these six days are not black and white.

Loneliness is half sacred and always will be.

The thin girl with unkempt hair squatted by the sewage ditch and brushed her teeth seriously.

Spring in the northern land covered with yellow dust is a struggle.

Loneliness is nature.

In this century when self-evident has become self-evident, this is a good collision.

Every day, my heart becomes cold.

A place where you walk in without looking at the street sign or the house number.

What I enjoy is the joy of getting back on my feet from my friends.

It's always things that have nothing to do with me that force me to think hard.

I had a childhood, trains and planes, and my childhood was ugly.

The path bends straight and the sheep disappear with it.

Like a willow, I hung my prejudice green and hung it down.

Crawlers swim fish, birds and animals are often in a daze.

Empty boxes of beautifully packaged porcelain cups and plates were thrown at the corner of the road.

Unfortunately, a white hat is also called a white hat when it is dirty.

Several tall and dead trees in the lush forest were particularly dark after the rain.

Shaking young people always walk, because there are many bank deposits in time.

The cheap rococo copper bed in a small shop in the suburbs is so luxurious.

Scenery? The scenery is in people.

People are used to putting one hand on the other.

In the autumn afternoon, the silent couple walked with their children and slept in the cart.

Young people are hopelessly emaciated.

Indigo and white stone washed jeans are pleasing to the eye, so middle-aged people like to wear them.

Find a holy and beautiful garbage truck every day.

Two enthusiastic people have a seaside cabin and don't love each other at night.

The tired autumn in early autumn excites those leaves.

The kitchen was quiet. A woman peeled beans thoughtfully.

It seems inevitable that sparrows can jump and walk.

Children play quietly with young people, and the old people are also very affectionate.

No one can but crash like a car that runs so fast.

He said he had three first loves.

Time changes everything and people's temperament. Unfortunately, I am an exception.

I am addicted to tasting a spoonful of rococo.

Fat people and thin people will inevitably forget themselves together.

I often smoke on the edge of tragedy and feel angry on a small scale.

In a person's life, there are really not many words that must be made clear.

I used to be a wild crane in the clouds.

In those days, it was Luo Yang in Galand who could rival Byzantium.

Sitting in a graveyard surrounded by Jesus.

It's been a long time since I had the pleasure of running to meet people in small steps.

At that time, I had half an orange in my hand and a face of Mediterranean sunshine.

Your hair is the best ornament of the human body, not to mention a joke.

It's a pity that religion can't save mankind and God.

Good is acacia, that is, wearing clothes, evil is that chickens and dogs don't hear each other.

At this moment, I think I am the king of the forest.

Armed knights eat nuts and lobsters in the castle.

Modern times are much more lonely than ancient times.

It's the kind of person who has read more books because of his obscene personality.

I pinched the speaker's lips and smiled.

There are some very quiet sounds. That's the popular silence.

Do I often see the failure of you and the creator?

Everyone in Manhattan street is dressed up, no one is watching, everyone can see.

Truth without feet and wings argues together and it flies away.

What is sweet is the misunderstanding that couples have just explained clearly.

It is often said that China Jiangnan can be divided into boneless Jiangnan and boneless Jiangnan.

Rubinstein, a 95-year-old pianist, has withered hands.

Don't look for me.

Is God really cunning and harmless, you Einstein?

Long and unreasonable silence is always accompanied by bad news.

I like the uninhibited spirit that comes out of bookishness.

I was also surprised by the bookishness that came out of the savage spirit.

What are these foreigners thinking?

Get off and read. Faces of all races are paperbacks and hardbacks.

My face is often like a clock face, with long and short hands on the corners.

An inspirational word is one that can inspire others.

That guy who looks like a rose is really nothing.

It is such a person who writes in silence and breeze.

I planned to emigrate when you didn't know what to do.

God is not at home today. He went to Spain to see that thing.

I don't participate in happiness, and I don't participate in misfortune.

Because I like simplicity, and I like magnificence.

I had another carnival in Venice.

If you want to see me, I am at the crossroads of sadness and happiness.

What can be done is to return to nature after a long journey.

The Random Thoughts of Joan Mecca is a collection of Mu Xin's essays, including 46 essays by Mu Xin. In this book, readers can, as always, experience Mr. Mu Xin's "rich and skillful" writing skills, as well as his characteristics of "making good use of strange words like Han Fu" and "saying something unique where others can't say it". For the publication of this book, Mu Xin did a lot of "subtraction", deleted all the explanatory statements about "I" in the book, and kept a kind of implicit idiomatic style. )