Broken temples, or between abbots
Poetry/Shang Condensed
Table lamps are closest to lamps
Control sleepless
Shadows are terrible images
Doubt is another self
is magnified
Far from the lights
It affects the height of thinking
With the real
There was significant darkness in the room
That's like the world
Close to the truth
All darkness is another kind of object
fuzzy
Lose your original face
Lying down thinking would mimic a woman's
From the lone lamp to the green lamp
From the shadow to the broken temple
Broken temples have existed for a long time
But now it appeared in the abbot
I'm in robes
It is separated from the fishing fire outside by a river
Or across the mirage
Windows are difficult to shade
More like a one-eyed eye
When the door is like an opening
The door was muted many years ago
Dumb and deaf
I wish the abbot was a dumb and deaf orphan
All toys
It is a wildflower picked up from outside
There are also some toys that are old books
Many have rusted
Covered with spider dust
When the river flows outside the one-eyed
I thought of the wind
Snow fell thousands of miles away was also heard
The wind and snow have been covering the broken temple
enclose
Enhance inner torment
With lights
2022.1.30am
