"clouds" poem /Lili
Gradually,
shoes wear out.
The year calendar hangs numbly.
In the forest,
these invariable and old-days' enticements,
have made the expectation firmly
shrunk into a narrow mountain-road.
Dusk has eradicated the big tree,
In the midnight near the demarcation line,
the coarse and stiff weasel's hair brush,
with ease chooses on:
to write the period,
or zero.
Clouds,
so many giant letters,
hurriedly rushes in this early morning,
spell out the sentence
which has missed
by last night
rain.
"云朵" 题画诗/Lili
鞋
逐渐老去
年历 挂出麻木
林中那些 陈年不变的诱惑
使期望固缩成 一条窄窄的山路
黄昏 将大树 连根拔起
在午夜的临界线上
粗硬的 狼毫笔
轻松地 选择
是写句号
还是画
零
云
一朵朵
巨型的字母
在今晨匆忙赶到
拼出被通宵夜雨
错过的
语句
01202008