Spring" --------- Haizi ascends to the sky at the moment of spring, licking the blood on his fingers. Spring is empty, cultivating desire, advocating death. The wind is so big, the dust is so violent, and I don’t want to anymore. Engaged in burying, how many heads burst out of the ground in the spring, the cruel spring, every hand, every god, tears the earth's chest with blood, sun, where is your stupid son, where has he gone? The sky is so vast, burned to death on the surface of grief. O sea, the surface of grief where the sun shines. The son of autumn, where has he gone? Where has the only son in the ages gone? My daughter's heart is full of hatred and coldness. I miss you and love you, but I can't see you. Without you, she is like the sky without edges. The sky is empty and full of life. We are helpless. We cannot live in the center of grief. The light in the sky, you illuminate us and give us. Warm life, but we are not living for you. We are only living for ourselves. It is only a short spring morning. May you forgive me. May you live peacefully and happily in this primitive center. You sit in the center of the sun and sharpen your ax more and more. May you forgive me in a quiet morning and put me away in a bright center. May I go with you in this quiet morning and forget all the poems. I will live peacefully in the center, just like you. His ax grinds brighter and brighter, eats, works, dances, immersed in the light of the sun, in the path trodden by the sheep, the souls of the sheep swarm by, in the path trodden by the leopard, the souls of the leopard swarm by, where are we humans? The passage with a sharp feeling is like an axe, which is grinding brighter and brighter on my chest. The waves of the sun are dull and painful. I enter the sun, which is rough and bright. That night before, human beings carried their wives and ran wildly. This is spring. This is the last spring. Where did they go? The sky is vast and low, dusk, humanity is broken, my heart is in chaos, I am facing the spring, I am her blood and darkness, my heart is turbid and peaceful, I am here, rough and bright, earth, you buried me in the past and resurrected me today, silent with the spring. Compassion within me Sky fire within me blows into the wilderness The wilderness itself illuminates the bottom of the ocean in the final hour Where did they go before the last dawn?