Be a plant
Go further
To the north, the desert cracked by the north wind
To the south, To the rain-heavy river
To the east, stretch out the wings of bees
To the west, the sky sets up flames on the mountain peaks
Sleepless eyes
The back garden at night
"I recognize the storm and am as excited as the sea"
But I cannot dig out yesterday
Recolor
The intersection separates youth at the fork
The branches of agriculture are in the dictionary of post-industrial life
Writing flowers and fruits
You have to lean down, Carefully identify
Which one is the past
Which one is the future
I am lucky enough to be associated with him and become a huge sunflower
Become its bright and unrestrained side
A plant with a crisp sound
Get your wings ready for the sun
One hundred thousand butterflies are about to Break out of the cocoon
Nirvana
Accidentally fall into your colorful colors
Be warmed, soaked, and want to shout
< p>Already suffocatedThe boundless golden color surges over...
Overwhelming, as if speaking directly from the heart
The words are endless but the meaning is endless
I seem out of place among you
A piece of crappy art
More often like a distorted abstraction
Striped away from the truth
Only the appearance of the body is left
There have been too many stubborn diseases that have treated me coldly countless times
But now, does it count as a recovery
A rescue
You burned me with flames
I healed my wounds with ashes
The Great North, the Great Plains that I long for day and night
Only a heart-wrenching baptism
can I return to my true nature
Restore me
Pictures
Shadow
The sun Shifting to the west
I pass by myself quietly
Books, stones, lakes, and time slowly grow old
I keep correcting time
The deflection falling towards my heart
The shadow lengthened again
The gap in the water is water
Who is healing there, like a fish or a flame
These scattered poems wither like love
The shadow lives behind me and has not been taken away by the wind
Friendship
We belong to the same plant
The same breath brings us closer to each other
We have resisted spring and compromised with winter
The blue tranquility is on the way of wandering.
Occasionally talk about aesthetics, daylight
Wearing, music, poetry
Questioning divinity and humanity
Flowers and leaves come from different places Path
We shine on each other but we are each alone
Poet
Leng Meiyan