Birth Certificate
Compelled by a cry
An IOU was signed
The debt of previous life
Must be paid in this lifetime
In the end
This old life of him is also rendered
蒙娜丽莎
场面上的事
得装着
从咬紧的牙缝里
挤出一点笑
我真担心
一转身
哇地一声
哭出来
Mona Lisa
For social mingling
Pretending is a given
A little smile has to be squeezed
Out from clenched teeth
I am so afraid
Upon her turning back
A loud cry
Would burst out
Dust
A slight poke from the sunlight
Would set them on wings, like a swarm of little bees
Buzzing around in the sitting room
When tired, they flop
Into the sofa with me in whatever postures
When bored, I would open the window
And watch them, one after another
Fly out
Mother
That year
Held up by a sliver of breath
Mother leaned on the wooden door
But before I was back
She fell down
A stone marker stands in her place on the plateau
And waits
For decades straight
Wheat
Fields upon fields of wheat
Are like long lost loved ones
Whose names I can still recall
One by one
Time changes the past from green to yellow
A sickle
Cuts down the panting figure trying to stand up
Leaving a solitary tomb
To interpret life
Early Summer
The past leaks from the rooftop
The wooden wardrobe has gathered some thick longings
River water is scrubbing a pool of moonlight
Frog croaks snap
Some hometown accents under the willow tree
The early morning kitchen smoke winds around a dream
And fastens it to the gate pier
Beginning of Summer
The sunshine is ground sharper and thinner
Rain floods to fill a pond of frogs
Mutton skewers, beer bottles
Force in the urban high streets and back lanes
The wind, pricked by ripened wheat awns
Bears bruises all over the body
Cuckoos' cooing
Changes the season's name
River Jing and River Wei
Two rivers unknown to each other
Come together all of a sudden
Being distinctive as Jing and Wei
Is but a mask to fool people's eyes
They hook up with each other in the dark
Neither can be spared
From a confluence in the mire