Birds
Yao Hongbin
Winter is deep, the sky to the north
Flew past the last bird
With the last tranquility before death
It's a lone bird
When the sun begins to kiss Mercury
The blazing white light sprinkled on the desolate mess
In a deserted and chaotic boulder pit
The bones left over from the coming year will be devoured by spring snow
It glows brightly as the stream drools
The feathers that drifted at the end of the prairie
Feathers! It is a wandering soul who is homeless
It's a lone bird
In the vast and silent sky
Vast and silent sky
This is the last lonely bird
Autumn and white moonlight
Yao Hongbin
You are light
It's a bright moon
Hanging at the head of the bed in the dark of night
The mouth of the dreamer is a deep well
Cast out the sun of tomorrow
And the white horse that died in the wind
There was a red flower in the courtyard
The ghost had his sleeve pierced before he died
I am a puddle of water in the arms of a deep mountain
Being held into a fleshless heart
The lips are cold and the eyes are cold in winter
I kissed yesterday's delicate face
Skin that collides with spring and autumn
A bride married before dawn
Put the last holiness and hair
They were buried together in the middle of the lake
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About the Author:
Yao Hongbin, pen name: Tang Cheng, puts all the love of freedom in life on words.