Purple stone

Madman (five poems)

Text/Tianshui Yezi

lunatic

The style of early morning is biting.

The oncoming man.

Drunk last night

Let me through.

In a twinkling

A child about eight years old.

Eagerly asked his father: Dad

Who is this woman?

The child's father's eyes lit up at this time.

Look at me critically.

Then stutter and tell the child.

A madman passed by.

world

Is the world narrow?

Why can't they fit together at the same time?

you and I

forget

Self-discipline in an airtight cage

Better forget.

Freedom is freedom.

muddledness

The only way to cure confusion

Is to continue reading.

Those words that shine with the essence of predecessors' thoughts

It's not just fun.

See the smartest self.

dawn

Want to reach dawn

The shortest way is through the darkness.

picture

If I say everyone's image

Living in the image of "we"

Would you believe it?

If I say everyone's voice

We can hear our own voices.

Would you believe it?