【Original】Liu Yongyi's poem: Afternoon Time "Afternoon Time"

<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > "Afternoon Hours"</h1>

Text/Liu Yongyi

All afternoon, through a window

In the spring breeze of ten miles, the horizontal and vertical skimming of the small courtyard of the sticker

Trying to depict the face of spring light on a piece of paper

The yellow and soft of the wicker goose, the brilliance of the magnolia flowers

The true confession of the pear blossom, the dancing wings of the bee

The surging voice of the sea, the amorous call of the seagulls

These things that are born for death have a brilliance that you can't figure out

Such as the purity of spirits, the temptation of red lips, the loneliness of the alley

I kept painting and rubbing, and I couldn't catch it

That bulging ribs and the tension that broke through the shackles

The drawing paper became crumpled and broken, and I began to suspect it

Whether the canvas of the sky can be used for painting

Or can only be used as graffiti manuscript paper

Gaze at the bumps and twists of the yard

This beating green, this flying green

This green of death, this green of cruelty

Can this green brush paint such a scene?

For example, a magpie is hatching in its nest

The tears in the corners of its eyes just wet my eyes

Let me see clearly, a broken net

It is filtering the shortness of time, like a fish with a throbbing tail

Stranded on the beach, waiting for a high tide or rain

I began to look back for the lines that had been erased

They were the wealth of my life, among other things

I was empty-handed and had nothing

The tide ebbed and flowed throughout the afternoon, and silence was the theme of the picture

Time is like water, one drop drowning another

A man walking on a desolate desert

Looking at the wisps of spring that can't be erased