Can’t hide
When mature babies fall into my veins.
The tip of the river bank pushes everything
Thunder calls for the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan to roll across the meadow.
I stare
Gaze into everyone’s eyes
Until you see clearly
Each other’s deep turbidity and pain
I know I am a river.
I know I’m half plasma and half grit.
Give birth in the night wind with blood.
A group of wet souls walk at the bottom of the valley
Ask you for access
These trackers
The face of a young man
It is a thick black sad flower.
Surround fiercely
The poet’s mind is in turmoil.
I’ll breathe for the world first
4 Mother’s Dream
Chengyi yifang
The valley is low and decorated with water.
Corn red tassels are burning on my wet lips.
A few jars hold everything.
When you leave
Other species are still sleeping in the mud
Along with those who pass by
I lost my way.
Sit here
Other lost people regard me as a mountain pass.
Enter
Then I slept in the garden root.
I live in
Winter and spring
In those layers of black soil
Don’t wake me up.
Pick some fresh leaves at will
Cover my deep eye socket in pain
My fingers are scrawny and reach for the river.
Until the water disappears
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