Han zongbao
wind
The wind blows.
A grass is moving. It hung its head shyly.
Then the wind blows more grass.
More grass is moving, and they lower their heads.
See toes and wet soil.
The wind blows on my freshly washed face.
My heart is moving.
The wind blew up several clouds in the sky.
The clouds are moving and the sky is moving.
The earth is also moving.
The wind I see is colored.
It looks very quiet, the color of the sky.
The color of the sea, the color of summer.
The color of a new blooming cornflower.
It is the color of the wind.
2006.7. 1
The fox crossed the farmland.
I saw the little white fox.
It flows gently.
Green cropland
It carries its story and window.
Those blue pigments
It wants to paint the blue sky.
It wants to paint a teenager's finger blue.
It wants to escape from this sultry summer
Run into the snowy winter
Settle down in the open snow.
2006.7.2
cornflower
There is a large cornflower on the hillside.
So quiet, they are blue.
But they are a little too blue.
Those beautiful flowers have become
An endless area
Centaurea cornflower
Blue cornflower. They are burning.
A teenager lost his way in this blue fire.
He put the color of this hillside
Mistake it for the color of the sky.
2006.7.3
a rainfall
The rain finally came down.
It has been going on for so long
A rain, a rain that has fallen.
Let the hearts of two people
Had a little trouble.
A forbearing rain, a rain that should not have rained.
Rain is still so natural.
It rained all summer night.
It puts more than 30 degrees of air
I cleaned it carefully.
A rain dispelled the summer heat.
Bring cool and comfortable wind.
I also brought some
Inexplicable sadness is like water.
It's been raining.
Those white, blue and black clouds
Those floating clouds
Allow them to put down those weights.
Pull yourself together again
A rain. It rained in summer.
A rainy day.
It makes people happy and sad.
For this sultry summer
A rainy day.
Better than never raining.