Knee-deep
Underwater abdomen
Inch by inch to the throat.
Two eyes floating on the river.
Still bright
Looking at a bluestone path.
Listen to the rustling of thistle grass under nepotism.
every day
Month after month
Up and down thousands of times in my swollen body
The moss on the stone pillar is lifelike.
The arms are covered with oysters.
Hair, like a nest of water snakes wrapped in rapids.
Hold the pier tightly.
I'm in the money? Waiting for you.
I will wait for you in the water.
Huolai
I'll wait for you in the ashes
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
But you can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
homesickness
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
Bai Niao's death.
If you are a tearful shooter
I am the man.
Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.
Just wait for the arrow to come by surprise.
Walk into my broken heart
If you are the only one in the world
The only gunman who can hurt me
I am all your youth.
All the unforgettable joys and sorrows are like the last floating clouds.
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die at your hands
It's like finally being able to
Die in your arms
Believe in the future
The author's index finger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
The continuation of legend (North Island)
On an ancient clay pot
The legend about us has a long history.
But you keep asking
Is it worth it
Of course the fire will go out with the wind.
The peaks will also collapse at dawn.
Into the river of funeral night.
The bitter fruit of love
Will fall at maturity.
here and now
As long as there is a sunset to crown us.
Everything that comes with it
What is it?
-That long night
A moment of tossing and turning in silence