I think of the crack between heaven and earth, scattering flowers, old trees, digging soil and climbing over the threshold.

A tree is full of our heads. If it is picked by a woman or rotted in the ground in autumn, the tree will grow.
I was suddenly excited by my own voice.
Because in the day, people are pregnant with severe pain in their mother’s womb.
Dancing with ups and downs, the fire is crowded with pottery pots, and many thick black arms embrace each other.
The sun on the bank of the river is getting bigger and bigger in the sediment, and it is accepted by the wine and iron in autumn and passed to the throat.
Skeleton woodland grows river wings and becomes black and brown.
Birds are thrown into winter camps in piles to be embraced by calm lake islands in the morning.
Being hugged by young brides, I took off my hat and the wedding bell rang in my head.
No longer lonely, everything can represent my species.
Our mother sorghum reed waved her headscarf desperately in the north.
The birch forest grows quietly on the shore of the lake. No one knows that muddy water breeds such a large forest.
No one knows what the hometown land is in the road river.
Spring was brought to me at this moment.
Three or two people dragged a heavy shadow and raised an arrow to pierce a sound burning in the bushes.
The little beasts are kind with their eyes open, and the stars are stormy, and the coarse sand is piled up very close to the centrifuge.
Sit on my knees and listen to the flowers move to the distant place of suffering.
Listening to the distant walls grow and ring, my thick palms touch the city, and people face each other across the door at night.
You are the river, and you know all this.
The lines were torn off the road and they left without looking back.
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Excerpts from Three North Areas
1 Shengdi
I climbed the shore
The dark birds started to hide
Fly all over.
My shadow moved to hold down the glacier.
Row across a deep water
Weak breath is music.
Cutting caves makes me live alone in them.
I climbed the shore
Smash the first stone
Grass wolf is full of Bai Shu.
My knees
Wear through the silent forest
Mangyesuo
The canyon penetrated the orbit.
Take a fire