I wrote about a butterfly
a waking garden
I sat silently in an empty afternoon
It was flying.
I have nothing but
a world belongs to me when I write
bugs and snakes take turns dancing beside me
wings in the dark and light
wet over the mud wall
they are beautiful and dangerous. Never take care of me
I walked into this garden with a deep foot and a shallow foot
Who brought so much green
Walking in this huge silence
This road leading to the butterfly's marriage
I walked alone. It's flying
now it's the only road that favors the secluded light in the lush trees
I hear those sleeping in the shell
put them in so many drawers
fold themselves in the order of sunlight
I wonder if horses will be hidden on both sides of the road and deep in the trees
. Temple
Will a woman in a red robe
bring another heavy snow through here
A butterfly escaped from her parents' home
, and a butterfly told me that
Shuicun Mountain is cold and the sunset is round
And this road that was cut off by the waist in the dark
is its back and forth life
and it is also my last life.