Feng zhi
A postman in green,
Walk with your head down,
Sometimes look at the roadside.
His face is ordinary,
-Satisfied with his life,
Without a little sadness.
Nobody paid attention to him.
Day after day passed.
But, in his little hand,
Got some luck from the girl of my dreams.
When he knocked at the door,
Who cares or thinks,
"It's time for this home to be terrible!"
snake
My loneliness is a snake,
Silent.
In case you dream about it,
Please don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion,
With warm homesickness in my heart:
It wants dense grasslands-
Gorgeous black silk on your head.
It's as light as the moon shadow.
Walk past you;
It takes away your dreams,
Like a crimson flower.
—— 1926
We are ready
We are prepared to accept it deeply.
Those unexpected miracles,
In the long years, suddenly there was
With the appearance of the comet, the wind began to blow.
At this moment in our lives,
It's like the first hug.
The joys and sorrows of the past are suddenly in sight.
Condensed into a tall and motionless body.
We praise those little insects,
They had a sexual intercourse.
Or resist danger,
They will end a wonderful life.
We have suffered all our lives.
As soon as the wind blows, comets appear.
What will fall from us?
What will fall from us,
We all let it burn:
We arranged for us to be in this era
Like autumn trees, one after another.
Put the leaves and some late flowers
Give it to Qiu Feng, so that you can open the tree.
Enter the severe winter; We arranged for us to go.
In nature, it is like a fallen cicada moth.
Throw all the remaining shells into the mud;
We put ourselves in that position.
The future death, like a song,
The song disappeared from the music,
Finally, the body of music was left behind.
Silently turned into a green mountain.
Look at this pack of pack animals.
Look at these pack animals.
Transporting goods from a distance,
Water will also bring some sediment.
From some unknown distance,
The wind will blow from thousands of miles away.
Grab some foreign sighs:
We walked through countless mountains and rivers,
Possess at any time, give up at any time,
Like a bird flying in the air,
It is always in charge of space,
I have no feeling at any time.
What is our reality?
What have we brought from afar?
What did you take from me?
We take a path every day.
We walk on the familiar road every day.
Back to the place where we live;
But it is still hidden in this forest.
Many paths are deep and unfamiliar.
Walking away from strangers makes me a little flustered.
Afraid of getting lost,
But unconsciously, from the sparse place of trees,
Suddenly saw where we lived,
Like a new island on the horizon.
How many things are around us?
Ask us about new discoveries:
Don't think everything is familiar,
Touch your hair when you die.
I have a question: whose body is this?
From the invisible flood
From the invisible flood,
The bearer brought an oval bottle.
This water will form a shape;
Look, the wind flag fluttering in the autumn wind,
It grabs what it can't,
Let the distant light and the distant night
And some distant plants,
And the desire to go far away,
Leave some on this flag.
We heard the wind all night,
After watching the yellow and red grass all day,
Where are our thoughts and ideas arranged?
I hope these poems are like a flag of the wind.
Grab what you can't.