I want to live to be a hundred years old.
Welcome the new year and return to the original state.
Back to mother's warm arms
A baby back in infancy
The pain of returning to adolescence
Return to the departure platform.
Let the initial heart and the first love go hand in hand
Let the photos of childhood and the kites of teenagers
take off
Let life unfold flashbacks.
Let flashback have a virtuous circle
Gather the missed beauty together.
Rename and start over.
Low place
Anyway, you have to keep going down.
Under the wings of an eagle.
Under the gills of swimming fish.
Immature ear of rice
Bend the peach blossom
Get down.
Lower than a grain of dust.
Below a drop of dew
Below the foundation of the gods
Speak well.
Speak the truth, kind words.
The earth is round.
You're up there.
The sweater has been worn for a long time.
My friend said that the sweater has been worn for a long time.
Take it off and let it rest.
So does my heart, every time I think about it.
But I can't stop.
Like fallen leaves that will never fall again.
On the way home, I flew all over the ground.
Take a sweep at the seaside.
The dust of the past year. Slightly intoxicated sunshine
Curled up in words
Don't open the cave
Only the wings of rhetoric.
Give me a break.
Close at hand, a secret journey.
Two snowflakes
The last day of this year
Some people have dinner in snowflakes.
Raise your glass and the neon will reflect.
Let the snow around you shine brightly.
This is another snowflake.
Burning with flames, carrying beggars.
stray dog
Falling without a trace, only
Freeze flowers and plants on limbs or face.
Low adjointness
Snowflakes don't touch each other
Only wait until the next day.
A weak noon.
Only by turning into mud can we embrace each other.
Lying flat on the horizon
Release; Emissions; issue
The contents have accumulated for a long time.
It is easy to give birth to branches and vines, revealing the clues.
Even bring internal injuries to the body.
You are a medical student.
Revelry, revelry
The high-speed train is running.
The medicine cabinet is opened and it is empty.
What makes you different is that.
Shoot with the eyes
The eyes opened the wings of the butterfly.
A needle went down. The moon sets in the west.
Inferiority turned into confidence.
Toxins in the body, instant breakthrough
Fingertip wound.
Release; Emissions; issue
Brief introduction of poet
Tujia nationality in Li Xi, now living in Chengdu, is a member of Sichuan Writers Association. He is the author of poems touching, songs in the sky and water on the moon.