The Plateau in Pajamas At this moment, the pajamas are awake, while the plateau is asleep. Only the lambs scattered all over the mountains and fields Draw milk from the breasts of the clouds. At this moment, the cave is damp. No language, just a tingling tremor. The spring water in the valley washed her away. She squatted on the smooth pebbles, Blooming trumpet flowers and autumn chrysanthemums. At this moment, the pajamas are awake. A singing of harvesting souls. This is the drizzling rain driving the carriage, swimming in the treetops, Go on vacation to heaven. The cave is once again damp. Expose her Nestle. Through the swaying branches and leaves of the tree lined path, guarded by petals Flower plate, she shyly bloomed. At this moment, my pajamas are ...