The cable car, spreading its wings
Like a bird flying higher and higher
Plunges headlong into the sky
The sun's feathers hang all over the branches
Dusk unfolds
Many a treasured landscape
Even the highest mountain
Has to bow before people
The penholder is still there
Retaining its original hardness
But the pen holder's waist is getting softer and softer
After having learned to embroider and embellish
Like lumbar disc herniation
Hyperosteogeny
Once used to them
Patients won't feel any pain
All the year round
I am busy pecking at words
Lower my head and bend before life
Cold winds have plucked all the flight feathers
Covering the bleeding wound
Turning over
I fall from one dream into another
Life is like a pile of well-stacked building blocks
Which must be leveled and started all over again
The iron chain is like a flash of lightning
Sunlight follows the mountain shapes
And cuts one stroke after another
The cold wind makes winter scenery
Move from one peak to another
Turning back
You will see the setting sun slowly roll up a picture
And fall asleep into a dream
Wind bows its head and sets fans into motion
Moonlight reaches out
To uncover the pot cover of the past events
Stars are like a plate of boiled dumplings
Yearning gropes its way at night
And once again carries my hometown before my eyes
I bite out of my dream
A coin
Having undergone
Famine, drought and war Having undergone
The rise and fall of one dynasty after another
It has nothing to do with all the lousy stuff in the world
With wind blowing and rain slashing
It has learned to be reticent
Wearing a golden cassock
It has swallowed the burning incense of the Hundred-Pagoda Temple
One bite at a time
Thus swallowing a time of a thousand years