Sacred snow line
Between the world of mortals and fairyland
Life has ups and downs.
There are no four seasons in the dream.
All living things
Through snow and fog
March towards the temple in your heart.
The world is just a post office.
Running water is far away.
Flowers bloom instantly.
It can be too white to snow.
And June day.
At the moment, in Taibai Mountain
Overlooking the top of the mountain, it is a pure paradise.
Snow has a certain height.
A contour fixed to a wing.
What haunts the forest is the shadow of the wind
Open the pages of birch trees.
Look for metaphors in a poem
The stone under your feet will not go with the running water.
Watch clover and azaleas.
Waiting for sunshine and snowflakes to slowly cover this life.
At the moment, in Taibai Mountain
I am silent, like a grain of dust.
Pomoshan
This white ink
Galloping between heaven and earth for a thousand years
Into mountains, seas, bones and wine.
This clean ink
Only indulge in mountains and rivers
Describe the stars and dreams
This noble ink
Just write poetry.
Over the years, it shines.
In splash-ink mountain, I look up
When the dark clouds clear.
All I need is a drop of ink from God.
Draw a mountain that stands in your heart.
Taibai hot spring
Be a naked man in Taibai Mountain.
Deep in the forest, listen to the voice of nature.
Feel the elegance of nature in the embrace of spring water.
Wash away the dust of the years
This clear and gentle power
Can make stones bloom.
Bathed in sunshine and moonlight.
A person, breathing in the water.
Back to the original hometown, childhood and dreams.
Be a fish in Taibai Mountain.
Just keep your heart close to the temperature of water.
This heaven belongs to mankind.