The mouse occupying a wanton position laughed at the lonely man in the wooden building and laughed at his laziness and generosity. As if this were the prophecy of another generation, he counted different kinds of footsteps and compared them with his own heartbeat and impulse-so relevant and unpredictable.
Poems written for the night
Night rose from the earth and covered the bright sky.
After harvesting, desolate land and night rise from your heart.
You come from a distant place,
I'm going to a distant place, far away from here.
There is nothing in the sky. Why give me comfort?
After the harvest, people in the desolate land took away a year's harvest.
People take grain, ride horses and leave them in the fields.
Buried underground
The pitchfork sparkled,
The firewood was piled on the fire and the rice was piled in the dark barn.
It's too dark in the barn,
It's too quiet,
Too rich and too desolate,
I saw Yan's eyes in the harvest.
Birds fly into the night from dusk like black raindrops.
There is nothing in the night. Why give me comfort?
Walking on the road, singing loudly
The wind blew over the hill, and the top of the hill was an endless sky.