Chapter 16 Lotus' Lenovo

Already in middle age, still so superstitious Superstitious about beauty For this lotus pond, I want to kneel down Remembering that love is long dead think of love first troubles, last toys Thinking of the West, Narcissus is thirsty too Byron's grave Crows are quarreling over a dead cicada The war does not stop because of Hemingway's absence still like Come and write a diary in this firelight Nothingness becomes an epidemic cancer when dusk strikes Many souls bid farewell to the body Mine refuses to travel far, I would like to be here with every lotus Keep the small world, keep the mystery

So the east is far, the east is near God in mind Then the lotus is combined into a seat, and the lotus is stacked like a platform. Nuo, Yehe Tiantian, Lianhe Pianpian you might imagine beauty in it, god in it I'm on its side, I'm in between, I'm a dragonfly Dust in the wind It smells like gunpowder.need to wipe my eyes November 10