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Summer eye

The ink of time

depicts the beauty of heaven and earth

passionate soul

embraces the light shades of summer

melody from the violin

sings an afternoon

where the clouds float

the creek whispers

where the sweet scent blooms

there are green lives of leaves

what i saw

what i heard

in the soft corner of my heart

is taking root



this fragrant mood

such a day

how can one not be





I always

wish to keep

the scenery i see

in my pocket

a canoe delivering joy

joy rippling

on the lake

a sky

neighbors me

the intimacy

of a kind of paradise

an agreement

an understanding

without the need

for language

green water can’t hide

the laughter of flowers

from the mountains

the private association

of two water birds

soft sun cut in halves

by the liquid horizon

twilight occupies the eye

exposes creases of time

the peaceful canoe

the tender water

respond with silence.


Cute little calico cat

like the autumn breeze riding

through the small window actually

goes through the fence

pulls my thoughts

into the distance

a state of mind starts dimming

like a mist-locked dome of sun

the past former frenzy

once a wonderful time

still roaming today

in memory

little calico cat

whether you’re hiding in the sea-going promontory

or high in the faraway prairie

those bright charming eyes of yours

have already been inlaid in the center

of my heart’s garden.


Eyes closed

free in this silence

this moment

countless lines of stars

and flowing gold

pass through the galaxy


then converge

into a surging riverbed

then aggregates

a magma vortex

unreal sparkling

abstract rippling

will become


when the eyes





Any season is desirable

because time

and time will lose its indifferent side

it will serve its rich sweetness

in mature and brilliant summer days

brew the scent and fragrance

warm, pure and transparent

discard all timid concerns

as i could imagine

a season with a girl

a flat golden field

fine sunlight scatters

on the romantic branches and leaves

of a ginkgo tree

in the summer

i just want to go with you

once again on an idle outing.


Paper plane

I put the paper plane

in a poem

previously it wasn’t like this

it would fly to the sky

i would fold it seriously

i had to think hard about the name

Fantasy? Fighting? Glory?

i had to write it on its wing

it would fly around the classroom

i’d wonder swiftly

where will it land

on the desk, the podium, the grass…

it would then fly again

from another person’s hand

it’s been there for a long time

in solitude where nobody pays attention

i pick it up

i think about it

i write Memory on its wing

and place it cozily

in a poem.


Morning at the window

Push out the casement

sky slightly bright

land is quiet

the wind blows

carrying thoughts of spring

morning glory

holding morning dew

insects hinding

in maiden grass

i listen so carefully

fascinated by the grass nodding

with ancient softness

how fortunate

all that’s surviving

tiny perceptions

still there

breathing deeply.


Got nothing to do

so i lie down

and think of you

and i see you

see you lying down too

some words scattered around you

i try to teach them some rules

arrange them line by line

thus they become poetry

i think this belongs to you

because those words were by your side

now i see you lying down

now in poetry.


While i was trying to find

a land of purity

the sunlight under the eaves

is extremely warm

the energy

reflected by the red tiles

is right beside me

countless new temporary lives emerge

they touch my soul repeatedly

with a certain degree of severity

life upright

carrying the changes

of the season

caressing the sunsise sunset

i thank the Creator

for His proper gift

i will sleep quietly at night

i will be embraced by the sunshine

during the day

true love breathing

and flowing in freedom

dry branches and twigs smiling

in the corner of the wall

sprouts remove dirt

trotting all the way

flowers holding up





A plate of bright-colored

stir-fried vegetables

to disperse the desolation

of winter

to render a touch of vitality

to comfort the earth

boiled yuba

exudes an alluring atmosphere

and wraps this sunset hut

in warm flavor

a bowl of delicious soup

made from raw herbs and dried mushrooms

is a feedback of ingenuity of the soul

streetlight installing

an expanse of starry sky

in the village

and folks are enjoying

the taste of simplicity

and conscientious bliss.

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