rose bread or love

In the dream, the boundless Luoma Lake

Once again will the blue imagination

pour into my night

Make me a rotten ship

re-acquainted

In the waves, there seems to be only silver moonlight

As if only fragrant flowers

As if only colorful butterflies

from the Qiang flute

Only the roaring waves

and some in reincarnation

stalwart love

Bulky and cluttered Polygonum

again and again

covered the dangerous lake

i can think of

on this passionate afternoon

What we only wish for

in our lifetime

On Kafka and Neruda

Like the silvery-gray

Once again subverted my imagination:

These have been used by me countless times

Scenario imagined:

for example

thriving aquatic plants

downcast sun

Hiding quietly in the dark moon

listen to the wind

Falling down the edge of my lonely ship