SobrietysPlant painting

A c l u s t e r o f b l u e e l v e s

C H E N Y I N G 0 9 0 7
PurposeRecorded
p a i n t i n g
S o b r i e t y s P l a n t

P A R T 1

Don't want to be folded off the branch and lose your

soul.
C a n ' t d o t o u g h Wa l k i n g D e a d . Wo u l d r a t h e r s e l f - d e s t r u c t t o
d e s c r i b e t h e d r a g o n f l y, wa s d i s c a r d e d .

P A R T 2

Dreams about walking

M a n y s t r a n g e p l a c e s i n t h e d r e a m , l e t p e o p l e h a p p y, b u t d o
not know where to come. 

P A R T 3

The silence of course

If we can take this as a matter of course silence, it seems
that we can be a lover of course.
 P A R T 1

Don't want to be folded off the branch and lose your

soul.
C a n ' t d o t o u g h Wa l k i n g D e a d . Wo u l d r a t h e r s e l f - d e s t r u c t t o
d e s c r i b e t h e d r a g o n f l y, wa s d i s c a r d e d .
 O n e d a y, m u l e .

Bring home a handful of flowers. I don't know how to treat each other.
Looking around is a joy, using only water to irrigate. I went to sleep and forgot
to take pictures of them with your camera. When I woke up the next morning, I
found that all the flowers were dead. The more beautiful you are, the more
dismal death will be. Yellow and shrivelled, like waste paper. There can be no
delay in a day.
 W h i t e f l o w e r s r e p r e s e n t t h e b e g i n n i n g o f s u m m e r.

In this way, this short, insatiable beauty goes

SobrietysPlant
deep into the bone marrow
It's nostalgic, never to be resonated.
painting

This white flower represents the beginning of

summer.

This white flower represents the

beginning of summer.
Like a woman's elusive personality.
Irreconcilable stoics
 Tw e e z e r s b r i n g m e m o r i e s o f
the South

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In the baskets of the old
farmers on the street, I saw
the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful
of flowers.
In the baskets of the old
farmers on the street, I saw
the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful
of flowers.
In the baskets of the old
farmers on the street, I saw
the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful
of flowers.
In the baskets of the old
farmers on the street, I saw
the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful
of flowers.
 In this way, this short, insatiable beauty goes deep into the bone
marrow
It's nostalgic, never to be resonated.

mule.
O n e d a y,
This white flower represents the beginning of summer.
Like a woman's elusive personality.
Irreconcilable stoics
h a nd f u l o f f lo we rs . I d o n 't k n o w h o w t o t r ea t e ach o t h er. "
 Tw e e z e r s b r i n g m e m o r i e s o f
the South

In this way, this short, insatiable beauty goes

deep into the bone marrow
It's nostalgic, never to be resonated.
This white flower represents the beginning of
summer.
 Short and hopeless beauty

Te x t c o n t e n t
In the baskets of the old farmers on the
street, I saw the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful of flowers.

Te x t c o n t e n t
In the baskets of the old farmers on the
street, I saw the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful of flowers.

Te x t c o n t e n t
In the baskets of the old farmers on the
street, I saw the white cotton thread
strapped up a small handful of flowers.
 P A R T 2

Dreams about walking

M a n y s t r a n g e p l a c e s i n t h e d r e a m , l e t p e o p l e h a p p y, b u t d o
not know where to come. 
 Wa l k

6One day in the month, I had a dream.

I saw myself go by boat to a strange place. Follow the wide green river up the current.
The water waves are rapid, there are huge plants, one plant stands up. The stems are very
thick, the leaves are large and grow in the middle of the water. There are large flowers in
bloom on the distant peaks, suggesting that more flowers are blooming deep. The green
leaves are layered and green.
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-About
Pacific Ocean, sweltering ferry, plane gliding in the
sky overlooking, Turks, nameless town......Often you
will see rivers, rivers, valleys, vivid colors of plants.
Unidentified person.

This place, like many strange places that have

appeared in dreams, makes people happy, but they
don't know where to come.

A lot of dreams are about walking. See yourself by

boat or by plane (not known why, usually on these
two modes of transport), go to all kinds of strange
places, see all kinds of strange people.
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Pacific · Sweltering ferry

There was a man in A b o u t Wa l k i n g

that dream.
A white dress. A back, walked
o u ts i d e th e d o o r.
He seems to be
discriminated
against.

A b o u t Wa l k i n g
But I think he has a
subtle sense of A b o u t Wa l k i n g
pride. I was
impressed with him. My dream will have
an extremely
gorgeous color,
more solid than the
o il co l o r.
Pacific · Sweltering ferry

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Walk
People will record his own dreams, Jung is a, and so will one of my
friends who do rock and roll.

Dream
What happens in a dream is something that cannot be encountered or
even imagined in reality. It becomes a continuation of life outside.
The blue waters and the
deep green hills

R e m e m b e r t h e s h a p e o f t h e s k y, c h i m n e y s , c o l u m n -
li k e s m ok e , a cr o s s , cr o s s , a s cl e ar as wat e rc o lo r.
It seems to be jet-setting. The scene is
s p ec ta cu l ar.
 Ty p h o o n w e a t h e r
in hometown
By boat, you see the blue waters of peacocks and the
deep green hills. The texture of that color, as if blood
was squirting out of the eyes.

Remember the shape of the sky, chimneys, column-like smoke, a cross,

cross, as clear as watercolor. It seems to be jet-setting. The scene is
spectacular.

A dream that has been repeated for several years is being chased and
running non-stop. Always run in a back-to-back place, corridor, or a
door, numerous twists and turns of the laneway. I'm very tired running,
but I can't stop.
P A R T 3

The silence of course

If we can take this as a matter of course silence, it seems
that we can be a lover of course.
 I t w a s o n w h a t n i g h t . Yo u h u g
m e . We s a t t o g e t h e r a s i f w e
were rotating the pace of the
game.

Silence

long silence. After the silence, the glass smoke tank was
filled with long, short cigarette butts and scattered soot.
Wa l k i n g -
-About

If we can take this as a matter of course silence, it seems

that we can be a lover of course.
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of the wooden staircase in the
yard of my home.

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He was seen lying out the It's probably a growing bone

door at first, then got up and growing at a young age.

knocked at the door.

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confronted him across the Falling and Soul son steam in dreams And i dreamed of the dead. I
door. know that he is a soul. can't see the face, I don't know
where to come from.
Silence
Smoking too much, so often feel oxygen-deprived dizziness. I wish
I could follow you awakely. Show you my picture when I was
twenty years old. The contours converge and the eyes are
transparent. So thin and clear.

In the back seat of a sweltering car, sit by your side. There is a

change in your breathing. Oh. I am such a sensitive woman. So i'm
blushing often and i'm sad.
 Smoking too much, so often feel oxygen-deprived

There's always a man who loses first. dizziness. I wish I could follow you awake
Show you my 20th-year-old photos.
A L WAY S .
Contour Convergence Eye transparent
So thin and clear
In the back seat of a sweltering car, sitting next to you
There's a change in your breath.

You turned your face to see me. The air

between us became as calm as water. It was
as if we were facing each other. But there is
always a man who loses first.
Thanks for listening.

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