See a row of wet Woods

Facing the wild girl.
Kneel together
Mom, they shouted
mother
19841
The night dedicated a poem to the night daughter.
Night rises from the earth.
Covering the light sky
Abundant and desolate land
Night rises from your department.
You come from far away, and I will go far away.
It’s a long way through here
Tianyi
Give me comfort.
Abundant and desolate land
People took away a year’s worth.
Took the grain and rode the horse.
People who stay in that field are bury deep.
The grass is shining, and the straw is piled on the fire.
Rice was piled in the dark barn.
The barn is too dark, too quiet and too abundant.
It’s too desolate. I saw the eyes of Yan in the abundance
Birds like black raindrops
Fly from dusk to night
Heiyeyi
Give me comfort.
Walk on the road
Sing
A strong wind blew over the hill.
Face is the edge of the sky
1989
July sea
Villagers, who can see you in the sea is really happy.
We all betrayed our hometown.
We will regard happiness as our ancestral profession.
Poems of pain in letting go
It’s a big white wave today, villagers. It’s higher than your granary.
I stopped telling you that I accidentally forgot you.
Put my hometown aside.
I even give up myself, and I won’t go back to the autumn farmers’ home.
I can always suddenly return to desolation in July.
Catch the last time
I died peacefully in a hat and swimsuit.
I can always suddenly return to desolation in July.
bride
Hometown log cabin chopsticks a jar of clear water
Many days later