I am frozen in the river of no return of Chicago Xiluo Bridge, white jade and bitter gourd. On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the five tombs teenagers are buried in the fire, and the wind chimes curtain is sent to the painter. In the third season, I wait for you in the rain, missing the fairy tale of Yuantong Temple and Dinghu Lake. Li Bai calls out piccolo at dusk, searching for Li Bai's spring scenery like a net, so I think of moonlight, cobwebs, cuckoos, so-called eternal green grass, asking the candle to the light, January, the next date, forever, waiting for Qin figurines and
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Chicago
Okumo in the new world is at the forefront.
In the center of the dense net, small insects devour astronomical figures.
Digest it with its venom.
I jumped in and fell into the net—
One is subtropical.
Indigestible
Golden beetle
Civilized beasts, skyscrapers crush us.
With three-dimensional indifference, with sinister geometry
Press me, there are many zeros after the number.
Press me, press me, but keep pressing.
Floating in the gray eyes of strangers
Look west at the horizon.
Lost in the steel canyon, the sun sets early-
He is going to have a picnic in the South China Sea at dawn.
The baton in the bell tower provoked the prelude of dusk,
Vaguely, from Michigan, melancholy and sad.
Jazz came and the street lights turned on in clusters.
The color wind is rolling, and the crazy century is formed-
Sin is maturing, there are snakes and eve in the nightclub,
And the black cat barked and drowned God in the cup.
And the forbidden area of history, in front of the serious art museum,
Persians on the Great Wall are keeping vigil.
The blind lion is watching the vigil,
Wandering in the age of the threshold building, afraid to set foot,
High stone steps.
The nineteenth century woke up, the Renaissance woke up,
Delacroix woke up, Rodin woke up,
Many souls are sleepless, whispering and listening,
Listen-
Outside, the noise of the collapse of the twentieth century.
1958
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My solidification
Here, in international cocktails,
I'm still a piece of ice that refuses to melt-
Always keep the temperature below zero.
And the hardness of the solid.
I am also very mobile.
It is also easy to move and boil.
I like playing the rainbow slide.
But the sun in China is too far away from me
I am crystalline, transparent and hard.
And cannot be automatically restored.
1959