Moonlight grows like mushrooms.
Round and round. Braving the heat
One sentence impressed me deeply. Loneliness. The motorcycle sped away.
Leftover drinks, messy fertilizers and mushrooms grow faster.
Five people leave two. A black earthworm in my heart
The black tail is getting into the mud.
We listened to the roar of the motor and gradually lowered the volume.
The tail of the black earthworm gradually shrinks.
And mushrooms, from the gap between our shadows
Long clouds, braving the white heat.
We woke up from something strange.
Wear the wrong shoes, one big and one small.
Someone walked into the alley.
This alley looks like a story without an end.
I was startled. I put on the wrong shoes.
On the thick stone, the flowers and leaves are staggered.
The breakfast cart was pushed back, and the empty dining car was bitten by a bug in the light.
Leave jagged marks
I'm on my way. People who walk into alleys
Go in the opposite direction to me.
She doesn't know me.
A few years later, I stood in the alley and shouted
Shoes are one big and one small. The wet shadow on the ground should make a sound.
She ran towards me.
● Scene.
October. A scrawled lake
A coin. I throw it again and again.
Light. Fate.
The birds were separated in the dark waterline.
Floating clouds. More boats, faster speed.
Pick me up, afternoon after afternoon.
The sun. Anxious cigarette butts went out in the western hills.
The poet's depression
Fate. A coin was suddenly pinned down by a big hand.
After a heavy breath, the rain rolled in the mud.
● Monks
We are not knocking on wooden fish, we are outside Dushan Temple.
The chirping of partridges
Singing in the dark, heading in different directions
When we count, we know how many partridges there are.
Partridges in the dark can't understand us. They are crying.
Straight on Till Morning
Straight on Till Morning
Black chirp, like a string of beads in our hands, is counted by our cycles.
Gradually turn white