Modern Aiqing
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots are growing.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
peach blossom
lake
On the golden car at dawn
Blood red, explosive rupture
The illegitimate daughter of the sun
Bleeding slowly
Like a rebel group.
Savage and desolate machetes on the grassland
―― 1989.3. 15
Wild sunflower
blue
We will eat wild sunflowers in autumn.
Cut off your head.
The person who hit her will suddenly
Come back. It's almost dusk,
Her face, as the sunset becomes
Golden smoke,
With endless summer.
Through who? Crossing the horizon of buckwheat flowers?
Old things are covered with sadness, and I
Who did you die for?
Unreal wild sunflower. untrue
Sing.
The autumn wind stung my chest.