Lonely worker
Need lonely results
Beggars' dishes
Do you need a toast?
Just like in the theater.
Need a whisper.
Liming Woods
Need the tiger's roar
Great poetry
Need excellent readers
Great country
Need excellent talents
Like a careless eagle
A stone that needs sleep
Your short life
Need three pieces of furniture
It's winter.
Dusk is coming.
Weeping days
With the decline of nature
The window needs to be empty.
Sunshine or haze
The sky in my heart
Need a winter cloud
echo
A person is like a city.
This is an echo
Bricks and stones piled up like waves.
Fog is very dignified in the morning and evening.
Those towering steel fences turn around.
Who is grazing cattle and sheep in it?
Where the leaves meet.
Meet men and women
Loneliness invaded the stone.
The world will only echo forever.
On this blue pillar
Layer by layer is woven with vines like copper wires.
In the dark room
There is music spinning among the fruits picked by women.
I sat among a group of mice.
Feel the heavy snow falling quietly
Heavy snow and strong winds in the city
Bury some people-
Soul entry
Watchman in Bathrobe in Midnight Canyon
This is the echo.
To build a city, we put our feet
Buried in cold cement and sand
Turn around, cough up blood and phlegm, and go back to your old job.