Zou Baba's cheekbones are surrounded by the bitterness of the old drought.
Holding a black cloth, stroking the neem tree in front of the door.
The fading dusk is next to the fading day.
Calling for lost Zhong Bo in deep sobs.
This is not the first time, nor the last time.
The bronze river bank swelled the narrow mountains.
Sing requiem for generations
Facing heaven, the pillow is loess.
Singing love songs that bypass the cliff like a river.
A yellow-skinned people.
More and more lights on both sides of the strait killed the imagination of wild pigeons.
The soft moonlight bleached the oily black arm.
Intermittent groans spread out in the weeds.
Looking for acacia pioneers to swim with cultivators
This is not the first time, nor the last time.
New life floated up from the bottom of the deep river.
The new sound came from the distant valley.
Thin white clouds began to squander sunlight again.
At the wedding door with the smell of wine.
A string of firecrackers flashed around the word "Xi"
Modern poets are by the Yangtze River.
Text/wind goes to the clouds
1
Almost overnight.
Frogs in the field suddenly broke out.
Like a flower's journey in spring.
One, one and two.
Then the frog's voice.
Kick down.
Make a sound.
Can't hide that voice.
Frogs in western Hubei are ten feet thick.
Ripen large chunks of wheat.
2
The rich birds are singing on the branches.
Bees drove away the flowers.
Swallows flew in last year.
When it is windy, Liu Hua is red.
The water level is rising.
land
A blurred line on the coast
Retreat from the vast waters
Living at the grassroots level.
Have the same fate as grass.
three
The muddy Yellow River is a dime.
Climb up the grass
Ants are cheap.
Away from your home.
In the field by the river
The old man dug up the pepper submerged in the river.
The river has been flooded for a lifetime.
Overflow the slope in front of the old house
Rise to the threshing floor.
Wet the windows of the stove.
Walk along the stairs
Climb to the ridge behind the house.
four
Many flowers are in full bloom.
It fell like a woman's life.
From delicate and charming to pearl yellow.
When I think of this tacky metaphor,
I went this way.
It has been repaired for several years.
Birds flying in the grass
You don't know me. I moved here after I left, and you?
The sun went down.
As cool as water.
The frog behind him
light the fire
five
A few waterfowl
Wandering in strange waters
There's no sign.
Point to the underwater home.
There is not a waterway.
You can go home underwater.
What kind of marijuana is it tonight?
This is a waterbird's bed.
Which forest is tomorrow?
Take in stray waterfowl
six
Big footprints in the river
Drown the way home
Overnight, the pier dived into the river bottom.
Fragments of ancient city life
Go with the flow, no one fishes.
This is the dock where we landed.
Settle at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.
Start with the underwater steps.
Along the old pier
Can return to new waters.
seven
June second. Heavy fog.
The rain falls to the foot of Phoenix Mountain first.
I am a free grain in the fog.
At noon, the fog cleared and the rain stopped.
Free butterflies dance in the breeze.
Rhododendrons are hidden in cool summer trees.
Just today.
The ancient town of Mao Ping sank to the bottom of the river.
The old rock coffin leans against the river.
The ancient town of Zigui got wet clothes.
Peach blossom fish disappeared in the natural stage.