The epitaph
Leaving my body in Shan Ye
Past events are past events
Later generations are vain
Setting up a monument
The sentence after saying
Mother of so-and-so
or wife of so-and-so
can be omitted
After that
. The wormwood brushes
It snows, and white smoke is transpiration from the wormwood tip
The wormwood in the courtyard seems to be particularly snowy
The three grinding workshops on the west wall are now used as powder houses
The joy of powder leakage
On a sunny day, while singing
Sighing Five Watches, the powder leakage
plays the huqin and bangs. The more vivid, the more desolate
the happiest thing
to pay tribute to those I have never hurt or
to those who have never hurt me
The land in winter is * * * and clean
My child, and he has accompanied me through this year
The saddest thing
There is a barbecue vendor on the roadside
In winter night, an energy-saving lamp is lit. I will pass by
on time, as if to meet an old friend
a river lantern
a river lantern on July 15th
a cabbage lantern, a watermelon lantern, a lotus lantern
a monk, a Taoist blowing a sheng, a pipe, a flute, and Xiao
people who don't go out all year round
. It has been flowing for a long time
gone far
The mill
is lonely this winter. In the mill,
windmills, lockers and millstones are still placed with
red chair cushions,
blue coarse embroidered aprons
bright yellow copper flagons, and
this is what it looks like at the end of autumn
Now. Snow begins to fall
covering a season of patient winter
You tell me a story in tears
Accuse me of a heavy snow in midsummer
Accuse me that the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, but you are a person who is wet by moonlight
, and you can't get it back
I said, move to my house for two days
You. Everything is like a sunset
The sunset is still burning
She leans down
Choose a sunset among a lot of tomatoes
Draw a cross slowly with the tip of her little finger
I pick up a sunset
The red juice flowing from the crack
"Like one wound next to another"
Love is still burning
A dew. Night
will take it all back
But God's love is everywhere
There is no end to it
This year, the vegetation is deep
There is no hope
Little Huang Ju, poplar
Poplar refers to the sky
without knowing it. I'm totally inclined to your
unfinished book
it's still early when we set out
the tree is full of pale yellow hibiscus flowers
the car is speeding
the scenery that has been abandoned is an unfinished book
it gets dark, and it's even darker, and it's the mountains behind the mountains
There is an orange light on the window glass
. Member of Chinese Poetry Society, director of China Railway Writers Association, and executive director of China Popular Literature Research Association. His works are scattered in Poetry Magazine, Flying, Readers, China Poetry, Northwest Military Literature, People's Railway, Xinghe and other publications. Published a collection of poems "Life is So Beautiful".