proposal
Why go to ancient times now?
History goes against the trend.
Why does everything go round and round?
Deviation from time course
Why are ancient messages?
Be told by a stone tablet
Why did the empire fall?
Eastside
Why are there rivers of blood?
Talk on paper first.
Why paint the ground as a prison?
In the name of freedom
Is there a day behind the world?
Words are more meaningful than what they say.
Short circuit between love and electricity
Is youth on the road?
Leave one calendar after another
Retrograde footprint
Don't ride a horse at night
Run in all directions
Drink till dawn on the horizon.
A leopard cannot change his spots?
Paper great wall
It is also a poetic black dragon.
Who are the saints?
Read us silently
Who got the gold-plated wind chimes?
From the bloody whip tip
Call us often.
Who used the lying red poppy?
Illuminate the vast land
Who put the dialogue between doors and windows
Sell through traffic.
Who conducts the autumn band?
Marry for Xiao Qiao
Bitter fishing lamp
Where is home?
Cradle of the dead
Where is the other shore?
Let this poem go all the way to the end
Where is peace?
Let the days spread in the blue sky
Where is the history?
Record for the storyteller
Where is the revolution?
Play the horizon with the storm
Where is the truth?
Look for volcanoes in words.
When will you come by the east wind?
From the freshly brewed tea
Taste the sadness of spring
When do you whistle?
Unlock at midnight
All the stars in the sky are coughing.
When will the pigeons be released?
Put the largest square
Into a silent seal
When did you go out from the closed palace door?
From the cracks of time
Light flooded into the flood.
The first chapter of a long poem
one
What flows away is the sea, and what flows back is foam.
What passed away was a spring river, and what returned was an empty riverbed.
The clear sky is gone, and the roaring arrow is returned.
What is lost is the seed, and what is returned is the running account.
The tree died and the firewood came back.
What passed away was fire, and what returned was frost.
What passed away was an ancient legend, and what came back was a rumor.
A bird passed away and a poem came back.
What passed away was the feast of the stars, and what returned was the tyranny of the night.
The dead returned to the emperor.
What is lost is a dream, and what is returned is a song.
What is lost is the song, and what is returned is the road.
What is lost is the road, and what is returned is a foreign land.
What passed away was endless doubt.
No sound came back.
I am an old fisherman from the other side.
Bring the story of the storm into the net of silence.
I am a blacksmith forging invisible desires.
Make steel stronger in the pain of quenching
I am a woman worker loading clothes on the assembly line.
Chasing home in the clouds with fine stitches
I am the organizer of the coal mine strike.
The volume of released gas is indicated by black letters.
I am the jailer who guards my life.
Let the running horse of the key pass through the light of the keyhole.
I am an old blind librarian.
Listening to the breeze and dust on the page.
I am the king who lives in the inner cage.
When silks and satins return to the morning glow from the loom
Watching the sunset banished in the bronze mirror
It is time to ring the morning bell.
It's time for the soul to emerge from the abyss
It's time for the season to blink
It's time for flowers to bloom and fall, and it's time to spit stones.
Spider webs are going to reconstruct logic.
It's time to shoot old memories.
The executioner should miss the empty bed.
It's time for starlight to connect the living and the dead.
It's time for women to smile in advertisements.
The tiger in the bank should come out.
The stone statue should go.
It's time to make the whistle scream and turn the sky upside down.
It's time to remain anonymous.
It's time for poetry to reveal its secrets.
It is time.