1993

In the spring, she fell seriously ill.

The morning mist was like earthworms,

penetrating the white plum blossoms' marrow.

A young woman with worldly wisdom,

revealing the wedding of Monday.

Meditating on dreams in dreams.

To before the burns spread completely.

Clutching your right hand as if you were asleep,

Personally dedicate our love monument.

The newly bought necklace broke at the clavicle,

Pale as a flower.

Clothes from bygone eras,

Icy cold,

In the spring, she fell seriously ill.

I am like a woodcut print hanging upside down on the green wall,

Using every hair of my body,

conversing with the shadows of spring.

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If you find a better girl,

please don't tell me,

I just want to fall seriously ill in the spring.

The midday crows will carry away my obscurity from my eyes,

The morning mist will also be like earthworms,

to lay the foundation for my tense bones.

All meticulously crafted emotions,

will be blown away by a strong wind in the spring.

There are many great things left for us to explore,

and at this moment, I am empty and like a baby,

I will be reborn in the calmness of Words in the Dictionary,

and also fall seriously ill in the spring.

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Bone Feast

We sat by the river, like a row of dilapidated old houses

painted with new lacquer.

Under the candlelight, wrapped in the wind of cicada wings

dampened the dilapidated water surface. Cloud drank the mountain, black drank the white

Wine drank us, history drank history

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There were many pretty cousins everywhere

It wasn't him who got drunk, it wasn't me who cried

I don't have a white horse, how could I ever fall into a dead end

The chessboard is half finished, who is clutching me in my hands repeatedly rubbing it?

Hesitating and undecided? The imperial court is too far away

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In the foreign land, insects run rampant, calling out the bones and spirits

Time, this rough shrew

flowing like sluggish, exhausted water all over the place

We laughed like plastic, lying in wine bottles

Bone washing, how empty the foam

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even reluctant to bury me

Lost in a rainstorm

I walked in the rain, carrying a blind fish

It defied gender, fled judgment, and fled to the border of the forest

This place was once a deep sea area, with monks wearing long robes

Passing by on horseback, like white sails rising from the water

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Wrongly turning off the path, sand and gravel, ornamental eels died of nervousness

Tree roots echoed each other in the rock layers, carp flew over the head

Five orifices splashed like heavy rain, the poet of the era

Following the burning leprosy patient, laughing sarcastically towards me

Opening and closing, in the heavy rain, they gathered and dispersed like fish

The fisherman with a whip, the faith wrapped in old newspapers

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Parasitic on the shriveled placenta

Dragonflies point, the heavy rain didn't break its spine

Fish that can't reach the critical point

Correcting a review of power, standing on the tall monument

Whose skeleton, flying like a grain of salt?

In the rain, sulfuric acid crept into my eyes following the wind

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I took off the domesticated pupils, became a blind fish

Meat-eaters say

Full of rusty armor

My rusty spine

Welcoming guests for the funeral, the fire of time

Biting the heel of the deceased

To admire the aftermath

Lightly mocked, porcelain plates turn over

The diners were shrewd like seasonings

Whose heart, tasted lightly on the dining table of fate?

Whose heart, selected me to join this band of crying actors?

Hungry tombs transgressed me

I am suspended in the corpse, stopped

Threatening the dead

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80 Poems Officially Released: In no particular order