In the golden age
Ring the midnight bell
Take a breath of Siberian wind.
Ants can lift stones.
Smash mantis
Curly mulberry leaves
Silkworm hiding in it, a person sad.
Never believe.
A stunning beauty after cocoon breaking
The cactus that has been waiting upstairs for ten years
Deformed aluminum basin
Broken red tile
Rotten beams.
A green snake once walked on it.
The cactus stabbed it.
No tears.
Mustard and eggplant in the field
wait for
Harvest or frost burial
I drew a circle on the ground.
Put candles, bibles and ears of rice.
since then/from then on
The night is no longer dark.
My house lives in my heart.
open the window
There is no key to the gate.
Red oleander
Perform terrible witchcraft
Yellow oleander
Soothes the wizard who forgot the spell.
Remember the large area of cotton in the field?
Get wet in the autumn rain
White, red and pink flowers
Born in the dry wind
White fiber
Covering a lonely body
Falling pine needles
Insert it into the stomach of a wild cat
In the belly
Light a bonfire
Or twenty-one candles
Illuminate it at night
Ghostly eyes
Spit out from a maple leaf
raging flames
On a remote hill
Burning alone
There is no sound of insects chirping.
Bad bird language
The wind from the north
Lock the throat of happiness
The pavilion on the top of the mountain
Put down a tile
This is an autumn pawn.
Every year.
Until only a few traces of decay remain.