The sky is higher than before.
When I thought about it
A true poet sits in the moon cup
Look up at the uncertain clouds
Maybe I won’t see you clearly for a generation.
A glass full of my torn lines.
Have you ever heard me shout?
A glass of father.
The whip tied us together and whipped us.
1987
Li yi’s little poem
multitude
I broke free.
A pottery jar
Or the edge of the earth
My hands fly towards the river.
I broke free from the sun that carved an earthenware jar of wheat ears.
I see a flame on my face.
Wandering in the Li Feng
I see my face
The flame is like a rising sea.
Like a quiet horse
Fly towards the river
1985 draft revised in 1987
Every day is a better morning than happiness.
At the end of darkness
The sun helped me get up.
My body is like a dear motherland.
I am a completely happy person.
I will never deny it again.
I am a perfect person, and I am a happier person.
My darkness was lifted by the rising sun.
I will never deny the magnificent scenery of heaven and country again.
She’s at the end of darkness
198783 drunken morning
Changping persimmon
persimmon tree
Shizhen persimmon