Don’t stop before the glass of wine is finished, poetry and prose

1

The person who never forgets

Already married as a woman

No one can resist the weapon of time

Put away the questioning

Reconcile with reality

Hold her hand

Walk on

2

< p> Many stories have returned home

Set off in the spring of next year

The farewells of that year

have long since dispersed

Success or failure

It’s all scenery

Without the storyteller

Listening to the story is the same

3

Through this journey

Even though there are thousands of worries

I know how to give up

The wind that comes when it comes

Morning Just stop

Don’t wait any longer

Thirty years of gratitude and hatred

All turned into this cup

Drink up

I have exhausted all my love and strength

to repay this destiny in this world

4

Another year

Go to the temple to burn incense and chant sutras

Make great aspirations

Hide love and resentment

Hide everything in the past

Meditating under a dry lamp

Painting in the morning

Standing in the wind at noon

The waves are rising again

Hot blood

The wine is not finished

Don’t stop drinking

5

Finished painting

Soul portrait Taking time out

Walking on the street

Not knowing where to go

Listening to Farewell to the Grassland

My thoughts fly to the grassland

6

After so many years of searching

I have already understood

There is no turning back on this road

Angry Screaming Dream The knives, fire, swords and blood are all buried in my heart

The fog, frost, wind and waves will all turn into that silhouette in the setting sun

No matter whether the flowers bloom or not

The snow will not fall

Whether you come or not

It will not stop