It was at that age.
at that moment
Poetry to find me.
Poetry seeks me.
I don't know, I don't know.
I don't know. I don't understand.
Where did it come from?
Where did it come from?
From winter or rivers
Or a cold winter, or a river?
I don't know how or when.
I don't know how and when to come.
No, that's not a sound.
No, that's not a sound.
They are not words or silence.
Not words, not silence.
But in a street, I was called by the branches of the night.
That's the call of the street from time to time.
Suddenly from other people
Suddenly, it came.
Return in a fierce fire or alone
In the wild and dazzling fireworks, on the lonely way home
I have no face, it touches me.
Liquid alliance splash yue 6? Xiubao? Is the moon mountain burning? Mandarin fish?
I don't know what to say.
inexplainable
My mouth doesn't know the name.
It's hard to describe
My eyes went blind and my soul began to touch.
The sight is blurred and the soul begins to move.
The fanaticism of forgotten wings
Forgotten hot wings
I deciphered the fire in my own way
I tried to explain the fire.
Pure nonsense, pure wisdom of people who know nothing.
So I wrote my first pale poem, pale and ethereal, which was just nonsense, the thoughts of ignorant people.
Suddenly I saw the sky loosen.
Suddenly I saw heaven open the door.
There are horrible plantations on the open planet.
The stars are shining and dancing in Lin Yuzhong.
The shadow was riddled with arrows, fire and flowers.
Shadow flying, like an arrow, like a fire, like a flower.
Flying night, the universe
On a windy night, the sky is vast.
I am infinitely intoxicated in the vast starry sky.
I am so small that I am addicted to the starry sky.
The mysterious light image makes me feel like a part of the abyss.
Under the influence of lightness and mystery, I am a drop in the ocean.
I rotate with the stars.
As the stars rotate and drift.
My heart broke free in the wind.
Heart and wind, free exile