(Haizi's last work before his death)
In spring, all ten Haizi are resurrected
In the bright scenery
Laughing at this savage and sad Haizi
What on earth are you sleeping for so long?
In spring, ten Haizi roars around you in a low voice, dancing and singing with me.
Scrambling your black hair, riding on you and flying away, the dust is flying.
The pain of your splitting is all over the earth.
In spring, this is the only one who is savage and revengeful. The last one
This is the son of the night. Love the empty and cold countryside
Where the grains are piled high and cover the windows
Half of them are used for the mouths of a family of six, and the other half are used for agriculture. They breed themselves
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring the night and dawn
What do you mean by dawn
(written in 1989.