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Wuyi’s vehicle drove across Qingnian South Road
Drive past my window
I stay on tobacco, looking for the moon in leap April
Early morning dewdrops began to condense

Parents are always repairing the broken corner of the tablecloth
I looked down at my shadow and slowly rusted

Parents’ words lost in years
Order to decay in every day’s life
I can’t always pick up the blade
Wave to the shadow in the dark

Immature escape
Abandoned a heavy but valuable jade
Comprehend
The process of growing into a perfect cutter

dusk

I like torn and broken at sunset
Like an old deep well on a hill
Whimpering all day long
Like the chaotic grass in the corner
Desolate fragrance
Like loneliness released from dusk
Soak the whole world
Like crispness when broken and silence when healed
Quiet and empty gaze
Your back
Soaked
Like the joy of waving
But it is helplessness and imitation when parting

If time is a river

The running water flooded the river
The greenery that once looked up at the sky together
In the setting sun, your shameful nickname
Darkness falls into the vortex
I will never find a way back to loneliness
No more rainbow sky
My arms not yet dropped
The red scarf you’ve already lingered away
The unexplored wasteland
I closed my eyes and groped in the dark
Pick up scattered sparks
Someone is struggling
Sigh and regret
I curled up on the green grass where you lay
Wait for drowning

If time is a river

The running water flooded the river
The greenery that once looked up at the sky together
In the setting sun, your shameful nickname
Darkness falls into the vortex
I will never find a way back to loneliness
No more rainbow sky
My arms not yet dropped
The red scarf you’ve already lingered away
The unexplored wasteland
I closed my eyes and groped in the dark
Pick up scattered sparks
Someone is struggling
Sigh and remorse
I curled up on the green grass where you lay
Wait for drowning

I love you like the sky

Did you remember
I loved you in the arms of the sky
I called you silently with blue thoughts
But after all, it became a cloud
Up and down your breath

Can you remember
My lost tears crossed the twilight boundary
Glides on your delicate skin
But you are silently brushed off

I finally lean on your body
But fell into a dust
It seems that there is no land in the vast air
Tremble with your footsteps

Wind and rain
I fell into silence quietly
Bring the solitude of the use and rub it into the body

Do you still remember me
A grain of sand shining brightly in your heart

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One day I will be so poor that I walk with two fingers
Laughing rhythmically under the pink-green sky

Your movements when looking for life are always awkward
Blood rubs out dirt as it flows but they are still red

If I can be let go of what I believe

There is a voice that can jam my head

Those who lose their secrets win in the selfless field
I just can’t wait for the corners of my mouth to be soft
I can’t cry

Inexplicably afraid to threaten another doubtful one

Drinking tea lying on the grass

Tired of sniffing in the dark, touching the ink with the tip of your nose
Like the flesh escapes into nothingness, nothingness is a bowl of hot soup wine

Those attempts I made always carry some despair
Real fight

I can’t tell you an unethical me

Two poets

You write poems all day long
I have nothing to do all day to watch you write poems

Occasionally you die
You often die too

to be exact
You die every day in poetry

I sigh
God
Can’t she die

After all, there are still days waiting for you to die

abyss

Sultry chest is waiting for the insertion of a dagger
Let the blood in, you have to choose to die for the cool freedom
Die
The dead elves and dogs nibble on a summer afternoon
hope
Women’s short skirts continue spring pregnancy
It ’s just that the lack of milk is unable to raise my bright eyes
eye
Dry pupil sleeping under the eyelashes
Leave a debt to the unborn son
“Look, your father still owes us a key and a high
Do the look “
Son is unable to pay, he is blind