Wednesday, March 28, 2018

A string of sugarcoated haws on a stick (small poem 8)







Spend the New Year


Somebody asks me


Year where pass?


I am bad to reply


I say, I am in by day rustic native place


Night stays the town is small


Morning and evening when


I drive carry move wife


Go there and back on the road in the winter



Cent basin


The plan divides a basin to the flower


After the building before I looked for a building


Did not discover one Pou tract actually


I can leave native land to come to city


Live in the forest of reinforced concrete


Beautiful root cannot leave earthy bosom however


Flower of my plan Jian drinks bit of water first


Unluckily this moment cut off the water supply


I am forced to be discussed with florist


We wait together


The suiting that who sees capability is stronger



Take a walk


If we step down all the time


The cloud does not have occurrence accident


Birdie does not have cry out rainwater


Two leaf were not stuck together


Your hand won't cool


So, our take a walk


Still have what sense



Accident


In the flowers


I say I am caught


A beautiful butterfly


You are loose covering the hand of the eye


Say, really stupid


Be me



Mei Gong


Metempsychosis of the four seasons


Annual snow waves


I step snow to search a plum


I want to know only


Which in


Living you



Detached


It may not be a bad idea


This life meets once only


Leave all one's life


Depart once only


We arrange depart in


Between life and death


If you choose


I follow surely



Dream


I also cannot think of


You set out from the seaside actually


Refluent and go up


I am in brook amuse oneself


You are tired, go up in stone


Rest, stone is me


You are a fish



A string of sugarcoated haws on a stick


It gets on the hand after the door alone


Hanged a year


I say, cannot eat


You say, because,be


It became old a year old






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