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A bed

A wooden bed

A wooden double bed

Two-inch thick mattress

Two blankets neatly folded into one

A piece of cloth, a

Three pillows, two on the right.

There is no single bed on the left.

The mosquito net was hung on the roof.

A man

Lying on the bed, reading a blank book.

I am writing letters.

Look at the blank space on the left.

Write letters and see.

The sound of buses on the highway

The sound of car horns and screams entered the bedroom.

I went out.

The sound of cooking rice, the sound of pots and pans, the sound of washing dishes

Quiet

He is listening to that silence.

He added this to the poem:

He added it when he didn't have it...

45 million worth of trust

In God's communist country

Farmers ( ) Christ

They are reinstalling.

Three farmers with their shirts off

Christ wrapped in linen cloth

The statue is kneeling and leaning on someone.

One in the left shoulder blade.

Insert the left arm like a human.

The third man came out of the old man's house.

The whole right hand of Christ

To carry it nobly on your shoulders

Christians in China today

At least 45 million, according to a news report.

Newsweek , May 16, 2014

As the country's economy recovers,

This Western theism

(The ghost that haunted Europe)

From underground schools

Testing in daylight

For centuries, with a bloody crown of thorns

The Son of God, the Spirit, suffered the pain of being human.

The right side of the head is fractured.

Labor and education camps

Remember when you came back?

(To be put back on the cross in the memorial hall)

To find the black sheep

To save souls

God's power

To spread the word around the world

God the Father

Savior of the believers

Sunday is for you.

The remaining six days are for the people and the party.

God's Cross Country

Forward, Christian warrior.

The red color of the People's Republic of China.

11-June-2005

Afghanistan

Worship time is not selective.

There is no more room in the mosque.

They worship on the street.

Oh... you who believe in purity.

Sickles and sickles

With a crooked nose

Alone under the sun

The wheat fields are like a royal palace.

They are harvesting on the other side of the mountains.

Running away from the sound of thunder

Cannon explosions.

At the roadside barber shop

They cut their hair.

They grow beards.

Entering the war

At the old hospital

The future is in short supply.

Broken legs and arms

In a terrible way

They become fossils.

Children of the time

In the missing injection

No faith

In the missing medicine

No hope

In the pipe, which is not even more,

There is no greater truth.

Hey... that bed over there.

One is also similar.

The war took him forever.

I have been granted permission to settle.

Life says

If you like the price

There's a war for sale.

Let's dance.

The hosts are going to war.

Are there many bodies?

In the river that was washed away

The young people are swimming.

Submerged in water

From the roof of the tank

They dived down.

Except for the laughter.

Flow that cannot be washed away • • • • . .

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