"Writing Poems"
Memories of the early morning of the tenth winter lunar month
hand with swollen joints
white rice mother
writing poetry is
Waking up late at night crying alone
For the gradually collapsing spiritual pillar
stand firmly
be a solid foundation
empty window
Do everything possible to support
Soothe all night swaying to sleep
will keep scooping out and still pouring in
water with moss
clean up without hesitation
Is to create a blank forest.
"Cicada"
behind you
There will always be cicadas
I rubbed my eyes and made cicadas chirping
Let the impatiens blooming at the fingertips of last summer wither
Behind you, the cicadas keep crying
I also fluttered my wings and cried.
"Reason for Roses with Thorns"
don't try to steal me
When the words in my arms turned into goosebumps all over my body
dream suicide black red smile
Don't try to break me with the excuse of beauty
The kiss of red lips is
A deadly passion for purity
don't love me anymore
The wheels of the seasons just keep rolling.
"The Nostalgic Pumice Temple"
Meet death in love
Even Vairocana Buddha
sitting there hanging on the fingers
Wait for death
even let Amitabha
Cut off the head to use as a pillow
until morning
The bell to worship the decree still does not ring
I have sat in front of the pillars of the pumice temple all my life
I never gave you a bowl of rice
Built and destroyed a temple in tears
Also built a temple on the stone of flying sky.
"ask you"
Do not trample on soot
You used to be a hot person to someone.
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