Grass is unstoppable.
Lips I hold the river.
Skull and his sister
At the bottom of the river leads to the ocean.
Cut the head and the body is still alive
The highest mountain
Still growing
Pacific poetry
The desolate sea after the abundant Pacific Ocean
The Pacific Ocean has a rest after work.
Before labor, during labor and after labor.
The Pacific Ocean is a labor rest.
The vast Pacific Ocean is chaotic and sunny.
The sea is vast and labor is mixed.
The world is one.
World headrest Pacific Ocean
Human pillow Pacific rain storm
Emperor’s time in the Pacific Ocean is a vast sea with no hope.
There are no parents in the Pacific Ocean shining in the boundless sun.
The Pacific Ocean is like an old emperor who sees through all the tearful eyes in the corner of his eyes.
Tears, daughter, my love
Today, the Pacific Ocean is not what it used to be.
Today, I am shining in the Pacific Ocean.
My sun is high in the vast Pacific Ocean.
1989
Indian night
The moon mysteriously crossed westward.
The Ganges Buddha cave is full of other people’s teeth.
Star kidney bean
A string of purple connections between heaven and earth, true connections.
Black and crazy
The wind is faint
Small things have only recently appeared in cities.
Like the desert, I like to eat small fish from plants.
Moonlight flocks of crows
I am the new bride in black.
No one proposed to them.
Good call while combing your hair.
The old man sleeping in the warehouse
Shadow roaming in the palm of your hand is labor.
Face to face, face to face, thinking about yourself
Pray for wheat flowers to be beautiful forever.
198411
Mayakovski
A fetus and a sunflower in the slightly purple light.
The poet spent his whole life in a small town.