Dunzhe Ling
I was a teenager.
Many poems were written on white paper.
I want to paste poems all over the walls of the university campus.
But the security guard wouldn't let me.
I can only put this bundle of poems in the closet.
Until those days of graduation.
I hesitated many times.
Finally, one night.
Throw this heavy bundle of poems into the trash can.
It's like throwing a baby
That night, I walked alone on the school playground and looked at the stars.
Look down at the stars—
Crying while walking.
Later, I wrote more poems.
But every song doesn't belong to me.
One day,
I will become ignorant of myself.
Illiteracy—
Just like looking down at the stars that night.
I didn't see the stars.
What I see is the shadow of the stars.
I know the stars are watching me.
It must have read my poem.
It's like I saw its shadow
Poems by Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, writer and artist.