Text/Gu Feng
The depth of trees
I hope to see the route it takes.
Its torch flickered with the bending of its fingers.
That power is like the rebirth of a river.
Now it has enough reason to let spring go.
This is another forest I will get.
It liberated my body, my land and my distance.
On the other hand, it is built by birds.
I met it on the edge of the city at dusk.
The force of its fingers bending is more like an exhibition.
It seems to be trying to grasp the posture of the street and a building.
And its body is full of sound, crowded on the glass window.
A forest
The ancient spring gave me a forest.
This is an image that I am familiar with.
Birds carry the distant sky.
Awaken the secrets of the forest again.
I saw the Woods submerged step by step, and at night.
I saw me on a branch.
Seems to converge with them.
One day I discovered the power of the forest.
They sang hand in hand.
They travel like wings in the hinterland of the night.
They took out the ancient writing.
Sing in the wind
This is the tree reaching a vivid height.
Or silence in a stone.
This is a note that I feel running when I pass by.
enjoy life
Or another wave I saw.
The waves on the roof corrugated in the sky.
Who is playing the piano on land?
Whose finger touches the color when it reaches into something?
There is an invisible flame in the wind. Who dances in the wind?
I can knock down a tree or several trees.
You can get more burdens than birds.
Just when the wind hit the tree's heart, I also bent into waves.