When the color of the sunflower is painted on the horizon
Leaves take a bow
The world falls together
Wind and snow on the road
Hundreds of millions of spores choose to hibernate
into the mud
When the baby’s eyes are hanging on the treetops
Returning birds
The carnival of the stars will be unveiled in the forest
Human and leaves
Leaves and life and death
Line and axis operation
at the moment life and death collide with Nirvana
Life and death are no longer divorced
Nirvana is life

The eagle opened its wings and rushed to the night.

The mountains open their eyes

Showers followed

The horn of the expedition sounds endless

The poets are drunk like a drunkard

Wind guardian

Just like a star

The love of the mountains spreads over the century

Countless hands dragged the night

Stars passing by

The wind of the setting sun

Nether days to the west

You are roaming

In the direction of nothingness

After your back

Just outside the horizon

Form a picture

Oil paint disappeared into the open door

Sunset of youth

Silent death

Dawn in the tulle
The bird is parked on the back of the old man carrying the bamboo basket
Tian domain bends and bends
Lake water as a mirror
A leaf boat hung in the mirror
No one on the boat
a bird at the bow
Meditates

Path

I came from a poem without autumn.
The light of your window is flickering
I fell a dream in the summer transition
You are chosen by the god
The beginning of a story
Painting and smoke clouds are secret liars
At intersections without street lights
Truth and fate become the guide of dreams
The forest of the sky blocks the eyes of the stars
Maybe follow the bird language
You recognize the direction of the wind
Maybe you caught it.
Whispers from different spaces
Maybe you have forsaken your heart.
Weak shout
After all, you hold on
a strange sky
after many years
When you lean against the lounge chair, shake the fan
Thank you, some bend
Where a migratory bird is going