1, "I love you"
Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
When the sun is fine, put yourself in it like a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring. Read your poems in a clean yard.
This favor is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright, and I am not suitable for being deeply grieved.
If I send you a book, I won't send you a poem.
I want to give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass, tell you that a barnyard grass is scary, spring.
2. Suspicious identity
I can't testify. There is snow in the left pocket and fire in the right pocket.
A fire that can start a prairie fire can burn the wall and hurt the fish in the pool.
Can cover roads, cover evil snow.
I have moonlight. I've never been smart.
I have peach blossoms, which never bloom.
I have a strong spring breeze all my life, but it can't blow me down.
I stole a city's chemical plant, office building and museum.
I stole it, but I'm broke.
I am my sinner, let me escape.
I am my judge, judging my own spirit.
I walked in the middle of the night, and there was no trace.
3. "Catch chickens on the threshing floor"
Then I saw a flock of sparrows falling. They looked around and stopped at any grain.
Their eyes are transparent and have light.
Starlings are also in droves, and they are in a hurry.
Wings flutter with the bright wind.
After they all left, the blue of the sky became shorter.
In this village in central Hubei, the sky forces us to watch its blue.
Just as our ancestors forced us to see the narrowness and nothingness in our hearts, they also forced us to go deep into the richness in September.
We are comforted by smallness and hurt by smallness.
It's safe to live like this.
Where did so many millet come from, and where did the golden color come from?
I was given and taken away year after year.
When happiness and sadness are the same color, I am very happy to be thrown away like this.
I don't know who is far away from me, but there is no gap between me and the sky.
4. "My dog is called Little Witch"
It followed me when I limped out of the yard.
We crossed the vegetable garden, crossed the ridge and went north to grandma's house.
I fell into the ditch and it wagged its tail.
I reached over and it licked the blood on my hand.
He was drunk. He said that there is a woman in Beijing who is more beautiful than me.
When they are desperate, they go dancing.
He likes dancing women, watching their hips shake.
He said they would call the bed, and the voice was very nice.
Unlike me, I keep silent and always cover my face.
I ate without saying a word, called "little witch, little witch" and threw some meat to it.
It wags its tail and barks happily.
Xiaowu kept wagging his tail when he grabbed my hair and hit me against the wall.
There is nothing he can do for a man who is not afraid of pain.
We walked to the back of grandma's house and remembered that she had been dead for many years.
5. Goodbye, 20 14
Like a hug in a foreign land: goodbye, my 20 14.
Like the last farewell in a foreign land: goodbye, my 20 14.
I am slow and sentimental, and I am always left behind.
When they waved, I thought there was still time to waste.
I thought there was still a lot of time to waste.
20 14 is like a simple Metasequoia, full of magpies and sunny.
Say goodbye to a tree and many people, and we will never meet again.
May God bless your peace, and may I return to my hometown.
A person who has no hometown is pregnant with the next spring.
Next spring, not far away.
I won't meet my amiable sister again next spring.
But I thank those who have hurt me deeply.
I also thank myself: for the constant innocence I meet every time.
6. diary: I only exist here
Frogs croak, and my soles are not happy.
This kind of happiness is the smell of new wheat and honeysuckle in the arms of a tacky peasant woman.
The smell of sunshine left on pajamas.
No one has knocked on my door for a long time, and the path is full of red.
I quietly fell into this world, and I will quietly hide in everything.
But sadness is always so precious: are you sure I exist?
Will give sympathy, pity, love, hate and parting.
At this moment, the smell of cordate telosma passed through the window lattice.
The insects at the door sing high and low, how many people I have met.
In a world without a partner, I am so rich that I am heavier than a piece of wheat.
But I just bowed my head and accepted the moonlight.