sail up Sail to the sunset clean and ancient Sail kisses the dark water like a black butterfly and a white butterfly the bright moon shines cyan snake with silver pearls man on mast the wind blows over The sailor asked about the rain and the stars from day to night from night to day we can't sail the circle next circle previous circle an eternity And the endless circle the vastness of life Take off and the vast mist Trains on China's Ribs Section after section on social issues Neighboring are huts and graves in the fields Life is so close to the end The land in summer is green and natural

The soldier's new clothes are yellow and faded miserably I am used to love and want to go all the way to the place Can't say it's unfamiliar but it's generally bleak lean cattle and leaner men It's all disease, not scenery! 1948 Sitting before the blazing hearth, The luster of the wooden utensils tricked me into saying a shy face; caresses the faded damask, The black cat called softly. The shutters let in the freshness of the night air, The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade; I miss the wind and dust outside the warmth, How many pedestrians were hit by the noise tonight.

Need no more fragmented whispers, It was already night outside the door. In the haggard cup, The grapes taste like olives. The whipped horseshoe must be left behind. Want to clean up the bridle of the bell? The curtain lamp is shaking the silent dew away, My heart sank to the boundless sea. How much can you have in your life The scene of the setting sun? Whistle of the pigeon words of remembrance; The rustling reeds turned white, Another year will go. The road under the city is lonely, scarlet trees, Fragmentation is only for self-knowledge; Pedestrians are far away in the autumn wind.

gone The owner of the blue horse shop told me — send you send you wait for me to hold up the light Look at your shadow on the door, my shadow The Kanban bridge was covered with frost overnight Let's fall The way of the night wind and the stars The horse raised its head and bit the vertical bar It's Bailu's autumn He doesn't know if it's a transparent grape cock crowed but the sun didn't come Madrid's blue sky has long been under the wings of battle Seven colors change three colors black red purple It boils down to a world of wind and fire I heard the ironworker next door pull up his bellows again

The rise and fall of the muscles in his arms say the power he made Crazy child, you are playing, you are waiting Is it the vastness of the night or the magic in front of you It also makes you stay awake at the dawn of this endless night? Come and go, want to walk with Mr. Quixote But besides windmills and giants Vines growing in the forest devil's flute how long have i been The bamboo stick and my own shadow? ——Young is not a festival You should also have a joy You are not short of new clothes and hats Why do you envy other people's children? go with more pride

goodbye safely goodbye young guest "Goodbye" means blessing Two large standing walls form a place to go people walking in stream Between life and death, there is a thin line of blue sky If there is freedom to let the breeze blow the debate of truth The air can reverberate like electrons at any time Now the place where you are in trouble is the five-colored sea of ​​rubbish Only the rot and death of the city are shocking Counting the dark time towards the dawn The Universe Is a Huge Gray Elephant If you can't stand up, you can't see clearly, you can't feel completely

The cry falls in the empty desert You punched yourself like an empty fist 1946 Your cone-shaped shadow covers the round mouth of the well You stand alone and take the wind from all sides you grow in cosmic placement Because of the touch of the moonlight, you are the most beautiful and not alone The wind and frost temper you, the rain moistens you, The seasons alternate, you just add one round a year Intentionally or not, you remain silent Listen to the noise of cicadas in summer and the chirping of insects in autumn 1948