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I am a willful child

Maybe

I am a child spoiled by my mother

I am willful

< p>I hope

Every moment

is as beautiful as colored crayons

I hope

to be on the beloved white paper Draw

Draw clumsy freedom

Draw an eye that will never shed tears

A sky

A piece of feathers and leaves belonging to the sky

A light green night and apples

I want to draw the morning

Draw the dew

The smile you can see

Draw all the youngest

Love without pain

She has never seen the clouds

< p>Her eyes are the color of the clear sky

She will always look at me

Forever, looking

Never suddenly turn her head

I want to draw distant landscapes

Draw clear horizons and water waves

Draw many happy rivers

Draw hills— —

covered with light fur

I let them be very close

let them fall in love

let everyone acquiesce

p>

Every quiet spring excitement

becomes a little flower’s birthday

I still want to draw the future

I haven’t seen it It's impossible to beat her

But I know she is beautiful

I drew her autumn windbreaker

I drew those burning candles and maple leaves

p>

Draw many hearts that are extinguished because of loving her

Draw a wedding

Draw a festival of waking up in the morning——

It is covered with glass candy paper

and illustrations of northern fairy tales

I am a willful child

I want to erase all misfortunes

I want to paint all the windows on the earth

Let all eyes accustomed to darkness

be accustomed to light

< p>I want to draw the wind

Draw the mountains that are taller than the last one

Draw the desire of the Eastern people

Draw the sea——< /p>

Boundless happy sounds

Finally, on the corner of the paper

I also want to draw myself

Draw a koala

He sat in the dark forest of Victoria

Sitting on a quiet branch

In a daze

He has no home

There is no heart left far away

He only has many, many dreams

Berry-like dreams

And big dreams Big eyes

I am hoping

Thinking

But I don’t know why

I didn’t get the crayon

< p>I didn’t get a colorful moment

I only had me

My fingers and the pain

Only the tearing pieces

Beloved white paper

Let them look for butterflies

Let them disappear from today

I am a child

A fantasy Mother's spoiled child

I am willful

March 1981

Far and near

You

Look at me for a while

Look at the clouds for a while

I feel

You are far away when you look at me

You are very close when you look at the clouds

June 1980

A generation

The night gave me black eyes,

but I used them to look for light.

July 1979

Nameless little flowers

Wild flowers,

stars, dots,

want to be lost buttons,

scattered on the roadside.

It does not have autumn chrysanthemums,

curly blond hair,

nor peonies,

a delicate face,

< p>It has only tiny flowers,

and thin branches and leaves,

dissolving the faint fragrance

into the beautiful spring.

My poems,

are like nameless little flowers,

with the wind and rain of the season,

quietly blooming

The lonely world...

June 1971

The origin of the stars and the moon☆Chimney

The origin of the stars and the moon

The branches wanted to tear the sky apart,

but they only made a few tiny holes.

It revealed the light from outside the sky,

People call it the moon and stars.

The chimney

The chimney is like a giant rising from the ground.

Looking at the land full of lights,

smoking cigarettes continuously,

Thinking about something that no one knows.

September 1968

The End

In a flash——

The collapse stopped,

the riverside The giant's head is mounted high.

Dai Xiao's sailboat,

passed by slowly,

unfolding the dark yellow shroud.