Lotus
(1)
Wash the body with mud,
Stretch the joints and explore the confusion above the waves,
The proud calyx,
will lift up thirty thousand bloody Prometheus,
biting tears before dawn.
(2)
The old woman took off her foot binding,
The sole of her foot measured only seven inches,
The years have strangled the lotus, Struggle or laugh miserably,
Hope to get out,
Dislocation of spirit and body.
(3)
Silence died in midsummer,
The lotus leaf was cast into an imperial chariot, which will be the chariot that travels through Egypt,
Just like,
Zhuo Wenjun was born from the last tears of Pharaoh,
Wrapped in linen and withered,
It will also kill the humble.
The rainbow at night
The colorful ink smudges in the darkness,
That is the neon jumping outside the window,
It expresses its sincerity The light and heat,
outlined the sharp outline of the night,
It embraced this with its delicate body,
The night where the foreshadowing was lost.
Night,
The dispersion of countless rainbows,
The darkness crushed its colors,
But it used a warm moment ,
Soothing Ye’s cold chest.
Oh, neon!
Only love the neon lights at night!
You are the brightest red on the dark lips,
You are the brightest pearl in the eyes of the shark!
You melt the stiffness of the night,
Use your unrestrained dance steps,
Tell your shy and boiling affection!
The rainbow at night,
The deepest light and wind at night,
You are in nothingness,
Loved and hated,
You have laughed and cried,
You have burned your emotions,
turned into the starry sky carried by the earth!
The rainbow at night,
The rainbow at night!
The most gentle look in the night,
Oh!
Your tears only flow for the night,
Your brilliance only stays for the night,
You are the lover of the night,
You are the flying rainbow of the night!
Note: "The night that lost its foreshadowing" is from a poem of mine: "Night is the foreshadowing of light"
Miscellaneous thoughts in the near night
(1)
A transformation is taking place deep in the clouds:
The Golden Crow will be buried in the Imperial Township.
The mountains are stained with the red blood of the scorching sun,
The only sound left in the world is the sound of calves ruminating,
No,
there are still dusk drums Wandering in the sky,
Follow the birds to escape the wandering outline,
The old waves are going upstream,
The forehead will be covered with flowers for the last time yellow.
(2)
Kiss lightly,
Use the golden lips of clouds,
Kiss the falling edge of the wheat waves, < /p>
The sky is dark,
It is already dusk.
The reed flute drives the flowing clouds,
praising the purple soul of the Golden Crow,
The smoke rises from the kitchen,
Gradually the world becomes red. ,
The singing voice of a girl calling for her lover,
Accompanied by the sleepy eagle,
Dozing in the cave.
(3)
Stopped forever,
The sound of flowers blooming,
Dead wood dipped in fishing fire,
Eyes soaked in the night,
Owls hide in the shadows,
Crows circle and cry.
The overture to comfort the souls of the dead is played,
urging the snail to move forward slowly,
The dark clouds bury the seeds of the moon,
Another old white dwarf star fell from the night sky.
Listen attentively
I dreamed of the morning light stretching towards the sky, but
the lovers embracing each other in tears under the sky,
No,
Do you know the sound of the fading moon?
The first tram passed through the riddle,
Leaving the trail of dawn,
Under the kissing horizon,
There will be countless reflections A handkerchief to say goodbye to wipe away tears.
Apollo forgot the cage, but
Paganini’s violin,
was full of tulips,
Looking back intently, just to listen:
Mozart’s last fragment,
He saw again, the light kite flying along the girl’s thread,
Return to the mountains and forests.
There is no dawn in Italy,
It urges Tokyo to rain a rain that will never end,
Longing tortures the ears and temples, and lets
Listen to each other,
Spring is approaching...
Overture
I call to the evening crow that pecks at the heart,
< p>It passed through the thick clouds,Looking at my rotten look greedily,
In its black pupils,
Blood and lightning Interweaving.
It brought a dark rose in its mouth,
It bloomed on the decay of my tombstone,
It absorbed the remaining tears of the body.
It hovers,
Cheering and howling for its gluttonous feast!
While dizzy,
he stretched out his terrifying fangs.
It fights with my heart,
It takes away the only freshness I have left.
I saw a vague numbness,
just like this crow,
looking at thousands of new tombstones.