You treat yourself as a good man;
You think you are a virtuous man;
It's not strange that you think you're a man.
You come every night to throw away the garbage.
In red, blue, earthy yellow garbage bags,
A little bit of food dregs, maybe a bottle of wine,
Some cigarette butts, some baby diapers.
You humans have not known for many years about the morning bell and the twilight drum.
Heaven and earth hang upside down, black and white upside down,
You don't care either.
I came here many years ago —
This old tiny cement garbage house,
Not to turn over the scraps to eat,
Nor is it for the purpose of catching rats,
What's the matter with me?
I'm waiting for you.
Make you think that I am a stray cat that has been living here for a long time.
So that you can, go with the flow, and maintain a weak sense of compassion.
So that you don't lose your coordinates in the middle of the night.
So that you can feel like a night owl,
And I'm like a fake night cat.
Just your foil.
So I'm all pretending.
You come late at night to throw garbage,
I pretended to run away in time,
I'm afraid it scares you.
I don't want you to see my giant pupils.
I don't want to collide with your forced pity eyes.
I pretended to call spring to you in the spring, then
I smacked my lips and smiled in the middle of the night. Laughed and cried.
I'm not a naughty cat in a museum.
Nor am I a tired cat guarding the yin-yang contract.
In my eyes, everything is natural and transcendent:
foul smell with Zhilan; breast with gangrene;
Thieves and thieves; growth and death;
It's no different.
You pretend to read a book in the middle of the night.
You think you're a night owl.
You come to throw garbage,
You pretend you don't care about me at all.
Well, we don't have to pretend anymore.
One day the garbage house caught fire again, and you saw a cat corpse.
Don't panic,
Please congratulate me on the success of the robbery.
(2018.08.06 network photo)
