It was the bitter cold wind that blew away the March flowers.

It was the cold-blooded ice storm that devoured the roaring tornado.

It was the hailstorm that froze away thousands of miles of rivers.

Who is it, chuckling in the deep sea of depravity, opening five fingers, and forming a flower on the other side of the world.

Who is it, shouting in the dark clouds, pushing aside the firmament, and shooting into a gentle softness.

Who is it, rejoicing in the blooming cherry petals, Ling turned around, and jumped out of an eternal myth.

It was the delicate grass that was killed by a meteorite from the sky.

It is the waterfall that is surging and drowning by the ravine.

It was the long, depressed string sound that was snapped by the sharp whistle.

finally

The dry bones that were still alive and barely staggered.

With the towering side of the clear blue sky.

The black eyes that shone with a dim light.

The stiff and shattered movement that suddenly dissolved.

The spilled laughter wept the blood of the soul.

He trembled and spread out his steps, keeping his joints straight with each step, and each foot straight to the earth's crust.

It seems that bending once will cause the whole skeleton to collapse with a bang.

It's not a step forward, it's a step forward!

I know that when he falls,

Tearing open a corner of the haze, rumbling thunderbolts illuminate several majestic mountains.

All souls prostrate, all things mourn, all evil trembles!

The reflection of the meandering lake waves: the treetops pierce the sludge!

But I know he'll never fall.

His square is boundless desolation,

Behind him, is the continuation of hundreds of millions of pairs of black and white.

Followed by

The oppressive, silent sea of fire rose again!

The lethargic, dead lava erupted again!

The blinding, painful cry resounded again!

Indulge in all evils, my sin!

In the filth, wallowing and wounded,

He also longs for a better world!

May 20, 2016