There is an ancient poem that says: I want to get to know you so that my life will never fade. And I believe that there is a kind of love that blooms the most beautiful flowers on the boundary between life and death. The so-called moment of enlightenment, a moment of shocking transformation, is probably like this.
Mei Zhi Xiao Su Jian
I can't write all the dust and the dark sun
Yuping knocks on thoughts
Thoughts have stagnated, words have been forgotten and it is difficult to distinguish
The frost breaks the string
Furnace smoke fills dusty eyes
Wherever the dogwood trees are inserted, the jade face is there
A piece of cool thin moon
Qingzuka turbid wine
Thousands of undelivered letters
The stormy waves pay off the remaining sleep
Drink the west wind and feel sad/pick up all the cold branches and live in them for nine days
The sycamore tree curls up in a ruthless way, entering a nightmare
Lingering in Qingfengpu
The flowers in the forest look like grazing clouds to each other
Holding the sword in front of Languan
Your heart is always your hometown
Thousands of lights went out
The Yangtze River will not be abandoned for a long time
Exploring the Smoke of Birth and Death/Words of Silence
The tide meets the sky
Miaomiao lingers forever