Seeking Zhang Mudi's poem "Insect Flying"

Worms fly one after another.

Like a pure flame

Brighter, darker

Are all the same melancholy.

Naked revelry in the air

It's cold.

It seems that this has never happened before.

Silence and pain

In the clear night

have nowhere to hide oneself

There is also anxiety and joy.

Like a shy unrequited love

Maybe thinner.

Just a cloud of dust on someone's shoulder

Infinitely stretched by the wind

Suddenly disappeared.

I wonder myself.

How can such wings have a shadow?

Say like or like.

Will be in a trance, tears, at a loss.

Will forgive harm. Believe in love

Will pray for happiness for everything.

More bugs are flying.

The branches and leaves in the shade fell asleep on their wings.

I raised my boundless fingers.

Open to the world

The firmness, purity and peace of mind.