Above the dead silence of the wilderness

□□□□□□□□□□□ rose a round of red and bright

□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ the sun

thereupon

□□ shouldn't have come

□□□□□□□□ got out

□□ go to hell

□□□□□□□□ the dead and come back to life

□□ pitch black

□□□□□□ shines

□□ everything that should survive

□□□□□□□ is thriving

□□□□□□□□□ is there with your blazing

□□ all that deserves to be destroyed

□□□□□□□□ is gone

□□□□□□□□□□ because of your bright light

If there is no you

□□□□□ chicken's territory has come to naught

□□□□□□□□□□□□□ beautiful brocade is even more confused

□□□ you are

□□□□□ the soul of China

(-- The 70th birthday of the party)

(June 1991)

(This poem is stepped type, because the starting point page cannot be displayed, so the square is used to occupy the square to display the stepped type)