Blades, blades, blades in the water,
cutting times.
Throwing these cut pieces in the fire,
let the flames read my past
I ask them, ‘where is Ta now?’
Rains, rains, rains in the blue street,
pouring like glue,
sticking all the sound.
I can’t hear the answer.
In the letter mom wrote，
Storage Room
A river stone. The stones in the lower reaches are smoother, because water rushes from upstream to downstream. Once I saw you lie in the center of the river. But now I only see a round smooth stone. Walking closely, I hear your voice in the stone, “Yes! Water stream can shape everything!” I pick up the stone and take it home.
A white spiral shell. I shouldn’t tell the secrets to it. Every time the wind passes, it speaks out.
14 diaries. My memories were tired. They no longer wanted to fly along with time. So they stopped. But when they dropped down to the paper, they feel confused: “ How time flies?”
A window. Why this 18 * 18 inch window can hold a 18000 * 18000 inch sky?
She closes her mouth. I feel I received a letter whose envelope couldn’t open. I’ll never see what’s written inside.
Cactus
They said,
it’s my spines that hurt the wind
making it moan in the winter.
They said,
it’s my secrets that sharpen my spines
so I can protect them from being touched
They said,
it’s the sun that punished me,
drinking my blood,
so that time can seize the chance to leave wrinkles on my body.
But don’t ask me
Just wither my root
My spines will become soft
Hug me
You’ll find,
How deeply I love the world!
Myopia
I kept blinking, blinking, blinking, my eyes became stars. But a star was a snow. I kept blinking. Gradually, snow covered the land. One day, a car passed by, leaving black paths where night flowed in and melted the snow. I fell asleep. But when I awakened, I found my sight became blurry due to my frequent blinking.
So I didn’t notice you had came back until I heard your voice, “ I just went to the sea to take in the blue air. But why did everything changed so much?” I said:“Nothing changed. You just got shortsighted!” “ Oh.” Then you kissed me to show me the blue air.
Our view is getting more and more blurred. We were not sure whether the myopia or the heavy wind made it happened. So we caught the wind and threw it into the washing machine. After forty minutes Extra-Large mode, we opened the lid. The dirty wind had disappeared. A fresh smell came out. Ah! Spring flies out!
Untitled（past）
I was born in the south
always waiting for the snows
I guess I was born in a blackout night
Otherwise,
why am I always
mistaking the moon as my mother
crying in front of her in the balcony
I wrote letters before 14
unconcernedly saying you are like jujube paste
But you just replied,
‘ don’t cry in the midnight. ’
On June 3, 2009, a hot sunny day
I was eating donuts in front of you,
thinking I could add a full stop ‘ 。’ for us.
But I ate too much:
only adding weight for myself.
I am really jealous of my shadow
since it can always play with the sun
Ashamed! Ashamed! Ashamed!
So ashamed to talk about my personal chores！
Now I live in a cold place
always waiting for the snows
to take my diaries
when spring comes
you can breath in my stories
I think I am not ashamed to speak myself to you