First, it is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened. In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up. Elk and red-crowned crane are at gunpoint of some unattended political prisoners and refugees. I slept with you in the rain of bullets. I pressed countless nights into the dawn and slept with you. I can't count them. I met one. I will sleep with you. Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies. Take praise as spring and countryside like Hengdian as hometown. Yu Xiuhua's ten best poems, "Sleeping with you spans half of China", are actually similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you. The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than a flower pushed away by this force.
Second, drink tea in turn, chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon. These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring. So I suppressed the snowflake inside again and again. They are too white, too close to spring. Read your poems in a clean yard. Things in this world are as trance as sparrows that suddenly fly by. Time is bright. I'm not fit for heartbreak. If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry. I want to give you a book about plants and crops. Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass.
Third, when they waved, I thought there was still time to waste. I think there is still a lot of time to waste. 20 14 is like a simple Metasequoia, covered with magpies and sunshine. Say goodbye to a tree, say goodbye to many people, and we will never meet again. May God keep you safe. Will I go back to my hometown A person who has no hometown is looking forward to the next spring. Next spring, not far away. My dear sister won't see me again next spring.