My father and I
Walking on the silent road
Walking late at night
A dark forehead
We got on the bus.
last bus
There is a kind in the carriage
The emptiness that belongs to my father and me.
Father drank two glasses of wine.
There is a cloud on my face.
Seems shy in the light.
He gripped the handrail tightly.
I know he's here.
Try to control drunkenness
Prove with a serious expression
Two glasses of wine is nothing.
He used a firm step.
Take the step of getting off the bus
Overcome the softness under your feet
Re-enter the night
Overcome quickly
A corpse that began to tremble.
I watched him from behind.
Skinny, stumbling
When crossing the traffic lights
There is a car coming in the distance.
I felt his nervousness.
Like crossing a stormy sea.
When his shoulder slipped to the left
The right foot is more stable.
When he leans forward,
Heel stop immediately.
20 13/5/7
Red plaid sweater
I am sitting in the living room.
The mother-in-law came out of the bedroom.
Wearing a skirt
Red plaid sweater
Strange feeling
Attacked me
Since my mother-in-law came to my house
Don't let your wife
Throw away old clothes.
One by one.
Put it on herself.
Appear in front of my eyes again
Past
Old desires
I'm with my wife
A slow-moving life
Let these clothes get old.
The weather is getting warmer, too
Wear old clothes
There was his wife's laughter.
When there are hugs and caresses,
Gentle language
Red plaid sweater
Warm and full of desire
at present
Wear it on mother-in-law.
On the aging body
20 12/ 10/2 1
Full Moon night
An orphan
Standing in the sky
An orphan with a big head.
Nailed in the boundless sky of light blue ink
Like Jesus.
But there is no sadness on his face.
Like a painting
It's far from everything.
Is the sky in the picture.
Distance from the breathing world
An orphan
Standing in the sky
Big-headed
Orphan of light
Look at us.
Look at the sea, the lights, me, the corral and the cornflower.
It overlooks everything.
It doesn't want to look, but it can look with its eyes open.
20 13/6/ 1
Liu Shude Tonghua tou
Giant scissors, toy crocodiles with big eyes
Take it in the gardener's hand and give the willow a haircut.
Click click, on both sides of the road.
The hem of the willow branches and leaves was trimmed neatly.
Now, I am like a happy father.
Look at two rows of girls with identical flower heads.
Every one is my daughter, every daughter.
All grow in the wind, and the sun shines on golden honey.
They fly and hover on the ground.
Hair jingled in the air like a wind chime.
Daughter will eventually grow into a goddess, a colorful cloud.
Kiss their faces, the sky is full of beautiful butterfly knots.
20 13/9/ 10