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Stubbornness
From hell,
there is no more fear,
as if one rejects heaven
and never goes back.
--To this
stubborn play.
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Memory
Memory says:
I am salt.
Don't blame me
Spread it on your wounds,
and make you suffer.
Swallow me down with the pain -
I'll melt into your blood,
I'll melt into your sweat,
I'll make you
more powerful than all pain.
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The Stranger's Sun
Thank you for giving me
tender mulberry leaves
I Chewing on the sunshine on the stranger
Silk rain of Qingming
Cocooned for you
For you to go through fire and water
Shining ray by ray
Chingming rain, the sunshine on the stranger
Life after life, following you
Towards the world beyond the world
Thousands of miles and thousands of miles of silk road
Looking back at the mulberry leaves of the stranger
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O kind heart
O kind heart
Will you embrace All men?
He
will embrace you with a hand
that suddenly clenches your throat
that instantly throws the choking you
to the ground
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Black Rock Reef
Life: the sea. ...... This is my one-word poem.
-- from the handwritten note
A row of clouds came from across the sea
Gray-black clouds, holding the wind's might
Riding rows of waves
Coming close to the sea
From the sea horizon
Churning up the sea horizon
With a forceful force
announcing that thunder and lightning storms
will soon come across the sea
without breakwaters
The last of the deadly typhoons
pushed by manta ray-like clouds
clouds pushed by the sea
pushing in with their teeth and their claws
wherever the winds go
the shoreline trees bowed
and the white gulls folded their wings
and the winds were in the wind. The white gulls fold their wings
The fish dive deep
Almost all beings
All retreat
Only
Neither bends his back, nor goes far away, nor dives
The faithful guardian of the sea
In the icy currents and streams
With silent fervor
Eager to be in the midst of this not first
nor the last
thrilling physical battle
to experience the greatest joy
by its thunder and lightning
and then a flash of light
by its dark clouds
and then disintegration in the wind
by the turbid waves crashing on its body
and then a shattering of all
to make the dying die. p>
To make the dying sit up
To wake up the lost
Just a few blackened reefs
Covered with scars chiseled by the winds and the waves
Rough and unremarkable black reefs
Never yielding to the sea
Never betraying it
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Fifty Strings #5
Gloomy Days
Snowy Days
No Wine Is Lonely
No Carbon Is Cold
You came from the frozen road
Charcoal on a snowy day
And I'm the dusty wine
You warmed me, you heated me, you boiled me
Lit my fire with your fire
I couldn't bear to see you burn to ashes
You couldn't bear to see me get drunk in a horizontal stream
Ice on the window is like a carving
The room is like a springtime, slightly intoxicated
Gratitude and comfort
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Breaks
Walking
on
Autumn fields
I asked old Tolstoy:
Must everything
that is ripe
hang its head low?
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