1, Shanmin
You got me drunk and said the town was crowded. But I remembered a locust tree in the mountains.
You got me drunk and said I was asked to dance. But I remembered a deciduous locust tree in the mountains.
According to my sunshine, I can see the little squirrel hole in the north of Sophora japonica and its flustered mother.
Be praised by me
I am a person who goes up the mountain with rain. I was and always will be.
I am a person with dark clouds in my arms. I used to be, and I still am.
When you look at me, I am a pile of dirt.
Look at me, the wind blows the leaves, I am a pile of wet soil.
2. What I love is not mine.
At that time, they walked through the pond and their reflections were dancing.
At that time, the clouds were so white that I ignored such a dance.
I saw many things in the breeze: luxury and decadence living on a branch.
In their whispers, they abandoned the human disability.
The light surrounded them tightly.
I just want to howl, just want to howl.
A man deprived of everything.
3. Moonlight in deep winter
The moonlight in this deep winter is as white.
She is in the yard, and she wants to be illuminated by the moonlight.
A man leaned against a persimmon tree and was crucified.
On Good Friday, she held this persimmon tree and waited for the trial.
Waiting to be released again, the frontier of fate
Moonlight dyes everything white: frost, white time.
white bones
They are all black.
It's like a coffin lying across her.
4. "sunshine"
I went to the railway station to buy tickets and watch the sunshine.
Vaguely heard the roar of k268 from Beijing.
I hold my chest tight, like the waves of the Yellow River.
Walk through the long Changning Avenue, cross the Zhupi River and squeeze out the boiling Democratic Street.
In the meantime, I took out the train ticket and looked at it four or five times.
looking at the sun
I saw a man begging with a child in his arms in the pedestrian street.
I felt a note in the train ticket.
Bend down and give it to him.
5. Spring scenery
Eagerly observe: a lover drinks with another person for a change.
They came up from the Han River, all the way to spring scenery.
-These are all prepared by me here, ready to give him my whole life.
He called her honey (I never dared to call her that, this snake, this thunder, this destruction)
The canna I planted is hers, and the butterfly I raised is hers.
I have kept the clean sky for half my life, which is also hers.
Even the poems I wrote, the voice I called.
It's hers, too
Watching eagerly: they are dancing in the mighty mountains and rivers.
They don't know that the river bank is yellow.
I don't know people who wander around the water in thin clothes.