Do you feel a kind of
Before the rough waves come.
A kind of silence
It's noisy, too
From the vast sea of people
From distant times
Stars twinkling from the grassland
Is gibberish also the voice of shouting?
Sometimes they come from far away.
Sometimes it's like sticking it to your eardrum.
No matter far or near
It's always so clear
Always like this
It's always so sultry
You can even open the window.
The outstretched hand can be a string.
Grab it with a rope.
Just like grabbing a neighbor's woman
Every word spreads in the morning breeze.
piano ...
Selected modern poems: books on the forehead
There is always a hand turning on the forehead.
Especially after middle age.
The speed of observation in the mirror
Always falling behind.
Or have nothing to say.
More and more pages.
Always on the day of burial.
Cover Fu Zi with dirt.
Selected Works of Modern Poetry: Water
After dusk
Time is
There are stones hanging on the wicker.
Implicit in Yezhong Liu
raindrop
inch by inch
Fall into the strange circle of life
When the water waves wrinkle gently
Just because it's dialing
The weakest string.
Since then, happiness has been very weak.
Very weak.
All life before death.
beat
Elegant and beautiful.
All you have to do is follow
water lily
Start an exhibition
Follow him again
Learn from him again.
Piece by piece
dried-up
Dissolve one by one
Turn it into reality
water