Friday afternoon
Bad fights
they shoot, with presubcscripted guns
we feel upset
we run all the way to Illinois
we refuse to speak
because all violence occur due to freedom misunderstiood
Back
at Kun Lun Xu, Mo Yuan shares the news that Yehua is back and his
student excitedly comments, "Seventeen (Bai Qian) can finally be married
off." Ouch, that had to hurt. Mo Yuan glances thoughtfully into the distance before breaking into a hint of smile to imply that he is at peace.
And
with a magical wave of a hand and a swoosh, Mo Yuan brings Yehua back a
living and breathing Yehua. He tells Yehua to head for the ten miles of
peach blossoms because it is the place where Bai Qian has carved out
his tomb stone. Yehua looks back and says, "Thank you, big brother."
Episode 58 begins when Bai Qian (Yang Mi) and Bai Zhen (Alan Yu) encounter a reincarnated Sujin (Maggie Huang). She is in dire straits as a human, desperately begging her husband to stay to no avail. tom lee wu and ossm friend, 2016, adrianne becka and quinnlan ryan took the photo patti johnson, Jema wood, and eric wood
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Valais" by Michael Hofmann:
apricots, hay, appear, beef, stone, carry, shoulders, piped, sensors, running, archaic, everything
Words will be posted here each Wednesday (most of the time).
Wang Zhilan, we call her Julia Barnes in America
wang zhilan and huo yuanjia, eventually wet
a story is made by stones
hard at core value
easy to read in wet eyes
apricots and running noses
soft mind carries strong wind
hay stacks rolled by ma wenqing and xie haifeng's love
piped lines are await for dripping tears
if water at lake Boomer is wild about staying high in skyline elementary school
See what C work for you?
See what C can do for all?
cold feet on wooden floors
skip stones
beyond water's smooth skin
artists go blind
running among crowded streets
reading someone's tips
we sense the angry tone
we remove some thoughts tugged inside
sweeping a citizen of texas to my brain
my father
lost in missing documents
my mother
silence and burying fears
long before someone
know the soft dimple
in her brown bags