Ou wai ou Shi

The Missing Person in Literary History —— Ou Waiou, a Lonely Modernist Poet

Passing street

Streets that never have the sun.

Turn into Jinguang Avenue.

It's the Golden Strip again.

Turn into a street without the sun

Streets that never have the sun.

Turn into the sunshine road

For 70 years

You have walked many streets.

Asking for directions

Passing pedestrians said

Although the streets are full of traps

Actually, there are only two ways. "

Impression of Indonesia

Lazy guitar

Lazy Indonesia

Lying in a hammock

Under the eyebrow and moon

Palm trees sway in the night sky.

Leaves rustle.

Love times BCS

Grandma's "love"

Whether she likes it or not.

Cover your eyes with a red scarf.

Tuck it into a sedan chair and carry it.

The "love" of a wealthy family

It is wishful thinking to say that you will grow old together.

I go home by car.

You can get off the sedan chair like grandma, but you can't get off at will

and

Love That Girl

But I took the BCS (bus)

You can get on any car you like.

Stop and sit at the terminal.

If you don't agree, give up halfway

Get off by yourself

Picked another BCS and drove away.

Laugh at taking the wrong bus.

Melancholy in metropolis

My family doesn't have an inch of extra land, but there are many lyric plants in the bamboo fence next door-

The master bit his pipe.

Sitting in the yard reading the morning paper

Flip the economic news carefree.

A poor man's perception

The rain finch is singing again.

Paper window

It's raining silently, isn't it?

Eight-handed fish

If I were a horse

Eight-handed fish

I can use eight hands.

Put you

Hold on tight

Fengyun moment

My painting style (devil style)

Haven't written it yet

The wind has gone without a trace.

I drew a cloud (a dark cloud)

Not yet inked

The clouds have cleared away.

Want to draw?

Draw a Millennium pine.

The painting has penetrated the mountains and rivers in the blue sky.