圣洛朗的眼泪(33)

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I live in my test papers,
Red blood cells and white blood cells swim in groups in my body.
The cells turns into paint and coagulates into platelets,
A celestial map of the sun and the moon is painted on the cracked skin.
I come to the hue of Van Gogh"s starry sky,
The fatty acids in the serum protein are squeezed out,
The three primary colors on the palette blend lights and colors
A map of the world is drawn.
My map is of dense and grainy,
I"m crossing mountains over and over again.
I"m glued under the shadow of the micro lamp,
My wriggling is observed through the microscope.
There are thousands of bacteria crawling through nitrite,
They occupy the CMCC highlands.
I"m being chased by millions of molecules in DNA,
Molecular stars fill the night sky.
The drum face of my dream is knocked, sometime and sometimes,
The South Mountain and the North Mountain are intertwined with each other,
The sun and the moon are in vogue, and the universe is in circulation,