Fall to the foot of my bed
Where my hand can touch it.
The foot of the bed becomes a warm stump in the garden
They lift me up
In a big bird flying over the mountain ridge
I saw myself.
The body of a squirrel
Sweet rain
Pause in my body
For a moment
Dengshi
Lights live out from doors and windows.
Lights are my heart’s outward life in spring.
Dark honey queen
Living out such a beautiful hand lives out.
Fire spread lamp
It is my heart that set fire to one person in spring.
No fire, no fire, burning home doors and windows.
Spring also grows outward.
Get through the scorching fire, a fire
But it was discarded everywhere in autumn.
Let snow walk in wine and enjoy life.
You are a lamp.
It’s the honey on my chest at night.
The lamp holds the heart of the night.
The poem that burned my old life.
Light sets fire with one hand and enjoys life with the other.
The vast night is surrounded from all directions.
A black fire
Spring also grows outward.
Give me back the reason. Give me back the dark honey.
Alone, one honey.
I’d rather die quietly in the beautiful spring scenery.
Such a beautiful hand lives in wine
Let snow walk in wine and enjoy life.
1987
Autumn reminds me of spring pain and Lei Feng.
Spring. Spring.
He is short-lived.
Spring is a lifetime of pain.
He was happy all his life.
I think of you hitting the door leaf again and you embrace spring.
Sit down. Sit down in this drunken place.
Spring is a lifetime of pain.
He was happy all his life.
Spring spring spring life pain.
A good man in my village is called Uncle Lei Feng.
Spring is a lifetime of pain.
He was happy all his life.
