Modern He Jiang
I remember when I was a child, the children
Dirty sales
Wrinkled paper exercise books on the wall of Fang Gezi.
I smear one piece after another.
blue
One star after another
It's curved, big and bright.
Now I seldom think of the original star.
When the leaves of Albizia Albizia are closed.
Lover's eyes, and
The sound floating on the island
I came to the seaside.
Looking for the road to the moon paved by the ocean.
Go to another place alone.
A huge silvery white wave spread out to me.
Ring in the distance
Many small peaks flicker slightly.
Little stars fly slowly like birds.
All the fish have left.
The moon is small and lonely.
Like a forgotten memory.
I stood and experienced death.
To sb.' s side/vicinity
A few stones and a few wooden boats.
Keep your body still.
Thousands of years of sea and manual labor.
Wind waves and turbulence
Stay.
Rock, hard shell-shaped
Boat. Real and empty
One star after another dies in pieces in the morning.
There seems to be hope.
I also stay here and watch the stars.
Look for the big and bright one.
Take me away.
Go back to the infinite place
Burning at will
Standing there every night
Clumsy and clever
green
Modern Aiqing
It seems that the green ink bottle is upside down.
Everything is green.
Where to find so much green:
Dark green, light green, light green,
Green, light green, pink green.
Green is black, surprisingly green;
The blowing wind is green,
The rain is green,
The flowing water is green,
Sunlight is green, too;
All green is concentrated,
Squeeze together,
Overlap together,
Crossing quietly together.
A sudden wind,
It seems that the dance teacher is conducting.
All the greens are neat.
Drift with the beat.
wine
Modern forefinger
The fiery red wine pulp seems to be made of blood.
The cup of joy is full of crazy enthusiasm.
Now, the glass is shaking in my hand,
There are still traces of your beautiful eyes in the fluctuation.
I was intoxicated with joy,
But for peace of mind,
I'd like to drink to that,
Drink up your infatuation.
tree
Modern Aiqing
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots are growing.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
no
Modern ancient city
In spring
You flick your handkerchief.
Is to let me leave.
Or return immediately?
No, nothing.
Because there is nothing.
Like a fallen flower in the water
Like dew on a flower ...
Only the shadow knows.
Only wind energy knows.
Only the butterfly sighed and began to fly.
Still flying in my heart ...