Spout *
A river
So many turns traversed
Holding a full belly of grudges
No one can gag
Its mouth
The entire afternoon
I've been listening
Unable to interject a single word
Yan'an
Once steps setting on this land
The blood of my entire body starts to boil
A few old bones
Beaten non-stop by place names, were forged to
A riffle
Or a hoe
Blue Sky
Bare naked
From head to toe, not a thread hung
Blue, endlessly
So much like the girl I once loved
Who quietly
Lay on summer's meadow
Refusing the disturbance from a sliver of cloud
Only allowing the wind to blow out from flute holes
A few love notes
Wheats
Born on barren soil
They are used to seeing which way the wind blows
Hungry stares
Cannot stop the clouds flying away like kites
Similar to country folks whose lots unfavored
They grow one crop after another
And one season after another reaped by sickles
Leaving behind heaps of lonely graves
With no last name nor first
足 球
窩了一肚子氣
被生活踢來踢去
渾身紫一塊青一塊
屁都不敢放一下
進也不是，退也不是
一輩子在喊叫聲中
滾來滾去
Football
With a full belly of resentment
It is kicked around by life
Bumped and bruised all over
And dears not to let out even a fart
Neither forward nor backward can it move
A life in screams and shouts
Rolls to and fro
After the Rain
As the setting sun unbuttons the dark clouds
The sky reveals the deep blue belly
The Qin Range is humming a tune
Moving its puffy figure a few paces towards me
A gust of wind wrings dry
The songs of crickets and cicadas of dusk
The pockets of hometown rivulets
Are filled with travel fare for a long journey
Winter Night
Walking with the support of a skinny shadow
I was yanked into dusk by the setting sun
The night shades freeze deeper and thicker on the ice su**ce
Dreams, like a trapped fish
Breath by breath, spit out
The inner most secrets
Great Snow
Shouting from Slight Snow to Great Snow*
The wind's exhausted, mouth dried and scorched
The sky kicks up a cloud of dust
Babbling gibberish but snow
Chill is stirring wantonly
And dusk is a mess
Dream bites into a piece of past
And gnaws till dawn
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