Chapter 6 1972
the sun is shining
ice and snow are crying
they flow to the ground
turned into a puddle of water
the sun shines on the water
The stagnant water is gradually drying up
they fly to the sky
turned into clouds
the sun shines through the clouds
Clouds and mist drift around
They floated to the fire path
turned into a fantasy
hope
Invite it to chase the sun and the moon together
Continent breathed heavily in his sleep
Volcanic smoke burns the sky
The tide turned into a panicked tsunami
Running back to the depths of the sea
return at night
Only a string of street lights left
The tree shadow is kind and gloomy
blocking the path beside the street
my heart is hot and cold
enduring the pain of hope
small tree
stand restlessly on the street
The market is in the mirror
spinning silently
Little tree just wanted to ask the way
it provoked a burst of contempt
Truth just posted an ad
called: no doubt
Find
I rummaged through a pile of papers,
Look for the psalms of past joys.
Who knows that joy is not always shining gold leaf,
Already covered with regrettable rust spots.
1972
travel
I walk through the jungle,
I swim under the waterfall,
I can go where I can't go,
Whether it is ground or high altitude.
When I ride on the clean white cloud,
A twenty-four strong wind blows behind;
With my shining speed again,
To catch that never-ending journey.
morning
Snowflakes are huge,
is a fan-shaped tree,
covered with frost,
on the embankment of the village
, on the earth embankment at the edge of the village.
please go away
look back again,
look back again,
when is it
Fall from the sky?
dream song
(one)
Step onto a sun-soaked beach.
The sea has a friendly smile,
Sprinkle the farewell spray at my feet.
dream song
(two)
The wind walks in gently,
Brings a scent of acacia flowers.
I seem to be in a dream,
Steering an imaginary boat,
Flying on the rapids of time.
Tree shadows are reflected on the bed through the window,
The wind walks in gently,
Bring a burst of coolness in the sweltering heat.
I seem to be in a haze,
Steering a boat of hope,
Set sail in the ocean of life.
fallen leaves
You were once high on the treetops,
Now it is willing to be the fertilizer of the grass,
If everyone was as selfless as you,
The coming spring must be beautiful.
Worry
I look up at the night sky,
feel a fright
If the earth loses its gravity,
I will become a shooting star,
Floating in the sky without any attachments.
Oh, no!
To deny this "freedom",
I would like to be a tree root,
Dive deep into the ground.
choked fish
the ice opened
—floating countless suffocating fish.
Their cloudy eyes wide open,
Still seems to be skeptical.
shower
Well, the showers are pouring,
Wash away all the "sludge",
Only the barren stones remain,
Fever in the hot sun.
after the rain
a plain of water
silence
Thousands of insect wings no longer vibrate
in purslane
sore dirt road
Daphnia chasing quivering waves
petals, red, light blue
bitterly in love with broken branches
The froth is reselling stolen colors...
far small willow tree
stuck hair
it sees itself for the first time
Why no joy?