Representative poems
Heron West
Who's that? The sound outside
Only outside. Your heart is deep and elusive.
There is a cycas tree near the moss well. Enter the door.
Why didn't you come to me and just slip away?
Under the wooden beam with dried fish, we used to
You like me talking to Shui Bo. What are you tracking now?
Why are you so cruel to me?
Sometimes, carrying it on your back, youth is flowing.
I smoothed the wrinkles on your forehead and knitted your palms.
Warm; You and I are the same thing.
Enjoy another thing; Paper windows, stars and jars
Who is dazzled?
A snowflake becomes two snowflakes.
Fresh fish is opened, bloody; You entered the door.
Why not ask the cold and ask the warm?
Coldly sliding down, the mountains outside the door were silent.
This is the tenth month of my love.
My time married a shadow.
I'll take a bite of the fresh peach I picked and let you
Also have a taste of clean teeth, sweet and moist.
Let your whole body swell like gratitude.
Why is it just your voice?
Look at the fruit you saved for dinner.
An empty coat is covered with dust.
I can't see your face, cigarettes curl up-
You have no face to see anyone, to see me?
Who's that? All changes
Everything starts with the finger. Tintin, think of logging.
Your gesture, a storm will fill the castle.
The wind is tense and sudden.
Neither in the north nor in the south.
Our tunnel is very cold.
If you move forward slowly,
The horse is lazy and the six reins are full of cloudy days.
If you are in a hurry to move forward
The horse was cleverly whipped.
White flowers bloom in February, and there is no escape. Where are you?
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