Huanglong, Wan Li, come from the depths of billions of years.
Singing all the way, awakening the sleeping loess.
The swift current is the weight of a nation.
Hukou is a magnificent picture of my dialogue with the sea.
The endless symphony of the world
This is a gorgeous poem, and it is also a barbaric cheer.
From the peak, I brought clear water, turbid water, triumphant and lost songs and dances.
Learn to be magnificent from the encirclement and suppression of time and dryness
Please remember every drop of my water
There is my first birthmark and my last totem.
If you have been involved in my pain and dreams at night.
One day you will definitely come to my side.
* * * Yun Ni and I breathe together.
Flowers and ichthyosaurs lurk in my every step.
I turned the loneliness of death into a great song of life.
I know your lips are facing my hip flask.
Then come on, all souls believe this cup is enough.
Hukou Waterfall II
I ran all the way.
staggering
Yellow River-Mother
You came to me with love.
Boom-boom-boom.
A loud roar wrapped a voice.
Trembling my heart.
Let me be the daughter of the Yellow River.
one's eyes brimming with tears
Thousands of miles of turbid waves
In a hurry
Wave after wave is wrapped, blended, infiltrated and turned over.
Hit the heart of the earth
Thousands of miles, nine bends and eighteen bends.
Tired of running around
Reach the bottom
The gasps roared in clouds of water mist.
Floating upward
The sunshine dazzled everyone.
The heartbeat of everything
In the roar of Hukou Waterfall
Pale into a frozen expression.
Hukou Waterfall III
At Hukou Waterfall
On the dark brown rock
Suddenly have the desire to jump.
Do you want to be a hero or famous?
Like the woman on the other side.
I don't think she is a virgin.
All naked women.
The only covered red silk
Be blown by the wind
Her bravery made me
Nail it to the rock like a nail
The tripod around her
Open one eye.
The other eye is closed.
Aim for her body.
Pull the trigger.
That day, the sky was blue and clean.
That day, the waterfall roared without restraint.
That day, a naked woman stretched herself.
Frozen in my poetry world
I think she will definitely walk in.
The back cover of a magazine
So I want to jump.
If I were still alive.
I must climb to the other side.
Like that woman.
On a certain day
Be the cover of a magazine
Early summer evening
Alone by the pomegranate tree
Look at April growing up slowly.
Think of the title of a poem.
Be held in your arms
I will put away my heart.
On the sunset glow
Then with the evening breeze
Walk into your dream
That's a
A small plane made of paper
Once filled my childhood.
Now I have passed the age of no doubt.
What else can it carry?
Think about these.
I'm a little overwhelmed.
A trace of coolness passed by my ear.
Suddenly I feel better than dusk.
Aging a lot.