New Poetry
2025年8月29日
A river drifting beyond time, On the shore, grass plucks a glass-like chime. Sometimes the boat hauls my weary body, or perhaps I push its wandering […]
2025年6月4日
When I was young, I stole a sip of jasmine tea beneath the willows— Like spring suspended in my mouth. I stole a thin slice of […]
2025年3月28日
Two shadows stand under the silver lamps of the opposite building. Along the way, flowers blur in shifting colors outside the car window. Across the sea bridge, […]
2024年7月28日
The softest, that pink clump on the branch
Last winter, she refused the flame
She bloomed too earnestly
Turned a movie into a lifetime
I want to refuse, but can’t shake off that flower
She dials the tiny soul’s phone in the woods
I forgot to admit, sorry
It’s a string of non-existent numbers
On the seventeenth day, crabapples bloom again
Petals flip the page for me too
Naughty wind 打乱了她的节奏
To dodge earnestness, I cancel that soul
At the end, in the stamen by the wooden bridge
Lies a melting period
She bloomed too earnestly
Turned a movie into a lifetime
I want to refuse, but can’t shake off that flower
She dials the tiny soul’s phone in the woods
I forgot to admit, sorry
It’s a string of non-existent numbers
On the seventeenth day, crabapples bloom again
Petals flip the page for me too
Naughty wind 打乱了她的节奏
To dodge earnestness, I cancel that soul
At the end, in the stamen by the wooden bridge
Lies a melting period
