Waking up from a dream
The moment I opened my eyes, I wanted to go back to the dream again, just like a hungry poor man who wanted to go back to the feast he once had. Go in - God said: This is simply impossible.
The night is boundless, and it is impossible for me to open up a sky here; the night has no eyes, and it is impossible to separate me from all living things; the night has no fingers, and it is impossible The only thing that woke me up...
I turned on the light, and the light made the darkness tremble horribly. The secret that had been brewing in the darkness for a long time was broken by the unexpected appearance of a light.
——Darkness is not a visitor from outside the world. Doesn’t it know that there are lights in the world?
According to past habits, after I wake up, I have to wash my face and let the clean water Wash the sleep off your face and face a new day, but this time I didn't. I walked barefoot on the floor late at night, like a predatory cheetah quietly wandering near its prey.
Tonight my prey is a dream, my lover suddenly appears and then runs away.
Firefly
Give it darkness and add weight!
It cheers for the coming of this moment, and it needs to combine it with everything in a harsh environment Insects are distinguished. It is an exiled angel, embarking on a dark journey alone.
Give it darkness and add weight!
Its body is born to burn. It dances in the darkness, its small body has become a ball of flame, getting bigger and bigger. , broke through the hard structure of the night, giving the warriors greater strength.
Look, there are all the escapees. In the vast sky and earth, it is the only one flying freely and briskly.
Picking strawberries
The dots of red, covered by green leaves, made me feel timid when I stretched out my hand.
The closer I get to that red piece, the paler my hand looks.
Their peaceful and pure posture makes me lose all desire.
They have wings. My fingers startled them, and they began to fly, turning the fields into the sky. The secret realm they unfolded made me fascinated, cramped, and breathless.
The overwhelming sadness of their being without branches breaks my heart.
They fell again, onto this simple land. They want to keep themselves and let their redness become the eyes of spring.
Ladder
Level by level, I climbed up the ladder.
The entrance of the cave, perched above, through which I can reach the top, where the height above has melted away, causing me below to have endless desires.
My heavy body is climbing, and the ladder makes unbearable noises. Although I know its fragility, the predicament makes us choose each other. This is an old and worn ladder that I found in a dead end of the warehouse.
The ladder doesn’t want to sleep in a corner. It spends its whole life looking for two reliable points between the top and the bottom. However, after arriving again and again, it is exiled by climbers. It is used to seeing those people. face.
Now, my fingertips have touched the edge of the hole, which is the edge of dreams. In the last ditch effort, the ladder collapsed, and the frightened hole began to rise, getting farther and farther away from me.
A ladder and I woke up from tragedy at the same time!
At the last moment, the ladder left me with the last words: Don’t fix me anymore, I don’t want to do it again in the next life. Make a ladder.
I bundled the scattered ladders and took them to the field to light a bonfire. The fire attracted a group of idlers. They asked me what I was burning, and I said it was a ladder.
Listening to songs
On such a night, I sat in loneliness, listening to the sound of rain and your singing. I don’t want the sound of rain to drown out the singing, and I don’t want the singing to drown out the sound of rain.
The rain is spring rain, and its silent quality of moisturizing things makes people think that there will be a shallow layer of green on the earth tomorrow morning.
The song was sung by you. I smelled your familiar breath in the song, and heard a voice that moved people more than words.
This night was brightened by singing and rain, and its darkness took on a kind of nobility, unlike in the past, which looked like a witch's dirty rag in front of me.
The singing and the rain arrived at the same time. It’s just that I have too few ears. If I could have a few more ears, I would be even more perfect.
Ah! Let me go out and stand on the balcony. The window opposite is like the little red candle you lit for me on Valentine's Day, shining brightly in the wind.
Your singing stopped, but the sound of rain continued.
The fallen tree
Its branches were pointed upward to touch the sky, but now they are lying on the ground.
The tall shadow, the song of the bird, the lush leaves, and the quiet secret realm are all at this moment, like a glass cup, after drawing a golden arc, it fell to the ground and broke. .
The sky collapsed in an instant.
A small car held a thick tree trunk upright and drove away, trembling with pride.
A group of piglets also came to eat, their dirty mouths chewing and arching among the lush green leaves. A tree couldn't bear such humiliation. It struggled to stand up again, but its branches and leaves trembled a few times in the wind, and it still fell down again sadly.
The tree stump clinging to the ground looked up at the sky palely, and its hatred made it cling to the ground tightly, waiting for the next spring.
Hills
Hills should rise and fall in front of your sight. There is a road at your feet that winds around it and then stretches into the distance. The farewell person stood on the road and watched until the back of the traveler disappeared on the other side of the mountain. When he came back to his senses, a drop of tear on his face was already cold.
Hills should be curved, and their existence breaks the flatness and straightness of the land. This graceful curve, contained by a small square window, grows in the young man's mind. After growing up, traveling thousands of miles away, the mountains and hills are clamped in the wanderer's heart, and he knows the direction of his hometown at a glance.
The hills, in spring, should be full of wild flowers, a space of longing, lit by fire; in winter, they should be covered with white snow, a peaceful paradise, with the hoofprints of little beasts and plum blossoms lurking in the daytime. .
A hill, its umbilical cord is connected to Mother Earth. The purple color of each rock becomes darker as it goes deeper. If you listen carefully, you will find the heartbeat of your hometown in the earth's veins.
There is a pair of eyes at the highest point of the hill. Its depth makes the hill no longer chaotic, and there is light in the deepest night.
Flower Language
The lover I have been looking for for a long time is so open within the simple fence. We met by fate, and we expressed our purest feelings in the world:
Let me pick you up and take you home, or let me be your hard-working gardener, holding hands for the rest of your life, like a shadow.
My petals will fall, my flowering period will pass, my current beauty has touched the hearts of many people. ’ Hua shook her head sadly.
I don’t care about these, I have searched inside the high pink wall, I have waited in the cold season, I have penetrated the barriers of wind and rain, just for this day, I came to you and went to you. Promise from the past life!
Then, let me bathe you in the moonlight tonight, dress you up, and step into "Liao Zhai" to be your bride.
I saw that from top to bottom, the flowers were completely transparent, and every vein was filled with the feeling of lovesickness.
—A flower will be my lover. From now on, we will stick to every ethereal and juicy night dream, unwilling to come out.
Mountain Language
This is a pile of steel!
Eternally and silently stick to the land of my hometown.
The ups and downs have eroded the appearance of our ancestors, but the mountain remains young; the world has crushed the many glorious dynasties of Qin and Han, but the mountain still stands.
Now, I stand in front of the mountain, looking back on the journey, and the life like earth is filled with fragility. The strength of steel, the longing deep in the heart.
I threw the past years and the mountain into the fire in my chest, smelting, smelting, and re-smelting.
A man’s backbone, forged over thousands of times! Implanted into a life soaked in too many tears.
The sun shines through, the soul is shining and the bones are strong. A mountain is my backbone from now on. I will be proudly independent and unyielding.
Creative Notes
Birds are my favorite animal. What first opened my childhood mind were things that could fly in the sky, such as crows, airplanes, clouds, etc. They fit the fantasy of a rural boy in a remote land.
Corresponding to the wings of the bird are our legs. We live in the land of reality, but as a thinking person, we cannot be too rigid in reality, we must also be in the soul Raising a bird, along with a bird, we can discover many poetic things: flying, emerging, flying, phoenix nirvana... Therefore, birds play an irreplaceable role in my creations. As my life experience deepens, Birds also intensify my exploration of thoughts in the flesh. They often wake up my sleeping soul and lead me to the holy heights.
Haizi said: "The deeper you go, the darker it becomes, but after all, it cannot be as dark as my wings." Every bird raised in the soul is imprinted with the poet's distinct personality and cannot be copied.