Buddha and God are in the same room, so
Magpies turn their conversation into a biography of Buddha's fate on the front page of scripture.
All the virtues and feelings of things are clear.
Shan Ye's charming autumn scenery.
Xiao Yu's Mountain Ghost
Become hard and bright in the cold wind, at this time
Affectionate lark
Singing little caterpillars, or
Wild geese fly into winter and sigh from the heart.
Or, the leaves scattered in the autumn wind
Or, cigarette burning considerations.
inspiration
After the nonsense is expressed in words,
Silently turned into a poem
It is the poet who wakes up in the middle of the night and longs to hear cicadas.
Instant birth
Even if it is only a subtle action: with strange eyes.
Watching strangers live in strange cities.
On the night when the country was rewritten
Lights are shining, unknown animals
Everything is in the eyes of Buddha and God.
Words are the sustenance that poets yearn for.
These sustenance often make your clothes wet and moody.
Only slight dizziness tells hope.