Original poem-I am a glass bottle (the fate of glass bottles)

I am a glass bottle.

A dazzling bottle

Bottle of confidence

Before it is opened.

Hidden in a precious cellar cupboard.

At least it will be carefully placed.

Forget the giant's feast.

Or a small shop stall.

I am the darling of the public.

Every meal

I quickly took it in my hand.

What a beautiful face

Guangcaiba noodles

I got carried away.

I feel like a fairy flying to heaven

After carnival

When my stomach is empty

have nothing at all

Hide under the table at once.

With my former partner.

Stumbling in all directions

Or stand, lie prone or lie on the ground under your feet.

Squatting in a dusty corner

My blx is broken.

No longer clear and transparent

No longer shine

immediately

Fall into the garbage dump that nobody cares about.

-20 19-6-6 Solitary Zen was written in Guchai.