poplar
There is no time to leave home.
Hometown is a picture spread on the ground.
I walked around in the painting.
See only distant clouds in the sky.
When you are far away from home.
Hometown is a hanging picture.
You can see it when you look up: cold hands.
Since then, the mountains have pushed eastward.
Wave after wave of roses
Let me gently hold your cold little hand.
In the rain, let me hold you gently
Roses, cold hands.
Last autumn still haunted my temples.
We used to have that warm meteor river.
Your fingerprints are on the sleeve.
Let me hold your hand gently, Ross.
I was a bonfire on that cold night.
Ah, the moon is shallow, ah, the lights are deep.
One day you will find me on the frost.
(Picking the ill-fated red leaves all the way)
Come to the window where I read poetry?
You climb the stairs.
Walking all over the hospital on my thin flower shadow
I am the fire of spring
Let the blue flame bounce off the frost on your clothes.
Sit by the fire.
Let me, let me gently hold your cold little hand.
There are poetry collections, such as Flower Season, Water Mae, Lantern Boat, Forbidden Games, Seven Shores on the Coast, Prose Collection of Yeshan, Criticism Collection of Tradition and Modernity, and Origin of Literature. His published poems include Shui Mai (1960), Legend (197 1), Taboo Game and Complete Fable (199 1). Taiwan Province Province or Sichuan Yang Mu?
Every time the moon passes through a thin layer of yarn.