Poetry

in the morning, The wind

shakes the snow-white window screens like water waves

A red sun on the sea

Ran Ran rises

Take a bunch of white clouds as a note

Cut a wisp of acacia as a pen

Grab a handful of sea water to grind

Ask seagulls and flying pigeons to send a message

Tread against the wind

Pick up pieces < > Sometimes, I am worried

It wrinkles the face of the sea

I can't hold a

salty tear

Like me, it

often misses you in Bohai Bay

doodles with white clouds

uses the storm as a mount

sweeps across Bohai Bay

sweeps across the whole land

But tonight's Bohai Bay

winds.