Chapter 12 12

in the wind tonight seems to be full of harmony Songtao, fireflies, lights of hydropower station are reminding a distant dream Memories are like overwhelmed small wooden bridges on the banks of time Is the moonlight still laughing and running down the stone steps over there? My heart trembles, I dare not start Don't go home, don't think about it The wandering feet are tired rest your head on the shoulders of the mountains seems to have gone far, far away Who knew it was back to the place where it started The pure eyes double as the stars rise Shine on me like ten years ago

maybe just reach out golden apples will fall waterfall of blood Make the soul as bright as a fire it's not true, it's not true The back of youth is passing through the calling forest to forget My fairy tale is a blank sheet of paper You fold it carefully and say to me I want to give you back a poem From then on I often guess: in your tender attention Are there any hints that I've overlooked? Write about that cape? Deserted fishing village looks like a medieval ruin In the woods at the head of the village We burned the crabs and rushed to eat them your finger What words were written on the sand slope?

I can't remember, I just know I fell asleep in the sun with your white hat on your face Write about the sandy beach, the high tide that night? The apple tree collects the moonlight bit by bit You point to the shoreline and invite me Let go of everything (books, dance, flashlight) Go wandering with you! So, I hold your skirt Walked in shallow water for a long time Again on the phosphorescent ant-like mouth of the reef sit till very late... we've done it together that poem one Rising from the clouds running like a herd of red horses you are blue and peaceful blue and quiet

as if to say goodbye For entrustment between the brief look Pour infinite affection you untie the hawthorn one by one retaining arm sinking into the abyss of night I'm still standing where you shine Thoughts follow the late birds flying in halo — until the pine forest on the moon let me answer you I promise you; even without your company also groping to climb up never tire never tire Giving thousands of times A heart as pure as yours two this is my city I look forward to your coming Chimney, Cable, Herringbone Antenna Networking in the incomplete sky Wild swans and skylarks have been warned

In the children's picture book there are only The moon made of ears of wheat, guns and circles So they dream at night This is the dusk of my city i believe you will come Sunlight slips along the wall Dark belfry and painted new village It's all like a makeshift set The sea is silent by the reef The wind is silent by the palm It's a little pause in the song My city has countless windows open to you My city has countless eyes looking at you Potted flowers on the balcony Kites running around on the roof even in the attic the out-of-tune violin in every head and wish

each has its own star so i am convinced that you will come so i'm sure you've come Nobody pays attention to that locust tree (Stop sign. We are constantly researching The time of the next bus. ) I didn't know that summer night (I was frozen, and Sophora japonica A brief spring is being arranged. ) Dream radiates, scorching waves Connected into a territory above our heads And we stand under the locust tree to bid farewell carefully like stepping on both sides of the border last train leaves It's been so many years, so many years I'm still thinking about that stop sign

that winding route signed on old calendar Remark Already drifting away slowly with the dark tide of memory But when the lighthouse of your name Signal in the ocean There's something in my chest answer with crackle [Poems to read to mother] Your dejected piano sound From the string of tears in my dream Gone your dying smile like the last leaf on my misty branches Trembling Oh, there is no more path Can I walk into you quietly?Mother all waves and stars disappear forever on your head that thunderstorm afternoon struggle in your eyes print a plant fluffy palm It took me many years to understand

Your handwriting on the window pane Your full protest before being destroyed Oh, no matter which way the wind blows Can't you take my singing voice?Mother May all you forgive judge myself again for your forgiveness