"Night Walk"

In this world, the years

I closed my eyes

Night-time windowsills

The seaweed is plump

The fireworks are plump

Fat as brown paper

Fat but drink muddy wine

Drink the head of the short-winged snake

The Buddha's bones are belled

The sheng doesn't stop

Poetry lives on in the grain field

It's huge, it's simply devastating

Destruction is as fertile as the luminous glow

（2014-6-23）

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