The hollowing out of loneliness
A dozen scattered books
Divide into several rows
Faint old color, landscape brushwork.
Broken, broken
Most of them were published in the 1980s and 1990s.
No one has been here.
On the impenetrable bookshelf
Like a barren face
Half of them complained of paleness.
Half of it is covered with cobwebs.
The Mountain in Poetry
"Mountain" in Poetry
Fog permeates the air from a distance.
Look carefully at three or two bullet holes.
I want to talk about it. It seems to come and go.
Look at some patients around you.
Look at the panic around you.
The sages have climbed halfway, and the future is still on the road.
The Mountain in Poetry
The Aria in Selling the World
The crown of contempt in the eyes of beggars
Most people like it.
A few people are looking forward to it.
Far from it.
Food and clothes last night.
The Mountain in Poetry
No monk, no mountain, no fairy, no mountain.
Wusuo Panshan Road.
Let the singer slip and the tourists stop.
Let all the stars gather together in five thousand years.
Let a book, a piece of paper, a line of words
Are flying
Water in poetry
Water in poetry
Flowers in the mirror. I can't see or touch it.
Only the library is dark.
There is no room for a thin bone on the bookshelf.
The books are full of Qian Qian's thousands of deities and buddhas.
The ghosts in the pages are ferocious.
Hide hundreds of millions of lines of poetry under the book line
Water in poetry
Yours, mine and his.
Think about it when you need it
Get used to it.
If you have it, you can sell it.
There is nothing to buy.
Between bargaining
Value confusion
Scenery in poetry
Scenery in poetry
See mountains as mountains and water as water.
Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water.
In buildings beyond mountains and rivers
Some people wash their feet with water, while others wash their hair with water.
Some people use water to dance with time.