love, with thick and slightly curly hair, went away in the
crowds. Years go by; I am amazed to find I have not forgot
that moment. When the train started, we passed each other
face by face without a word. How could we have no word to
lonely blue waited under the platform bridge. You felt
your belly faintly bloated. The light was dark and songs
were indistinct. Just wanted to be with you. The rosy red
was waiting for the surprises in life.
was intoxicating. The skin and tongue were intoxicated.
Tears had no way to hide and songs burst out. She had been
fermented for too long. How did you get to the state
today? You had had everything ----a man caring,
considerate, comforting and tolerant, although he was so
to every woman. Indeed, it had been too long. Daily
trifles entangled him. He could no longer care what you
did and what you thought. The river between you had dried
up. Bed at night, little by little, turned into the
dreadful Holy Land for death. When things become superfluous, one seems to
have them or have nothing.
spiritual days, the only one you could trust is God. And
you finally know that God is the lover you are seeking for
be with God, there is no embarrassment.
days in winter, it rained occasionally. Tender eyes rested
on the yellow corduroy shirt. You looked at the virgin,
say, we would be together forever. But it is over and
times have changed. One day in 1998, you said over the
telephone ' miss much, we should have been together…'
And I know at last human worship God because of their
these are out of my expectation. After these years I
didn't expect still to be so sad. Tears accumulate more,
voice becomes sensitive, and music changes into blood. Do
Not know whether moved by you or by myself. I fancy the
things about purity and virginity like your simile. Where
have they been? At the very beginning.
the voice on the phone became dried, love, this word shy
to say, had been trampled for times. Perhaps, not for
long, the new will be tanned into the old, with only some
warmth of wind and interval sunshine on the surface. But,
how could I forget by just shaking my head? The white
sadness and kindness.
favorite part is composed by several musical notes. Over
and over I read and taste your fragrance as that of a boy.
I even forgive the filthiness. I want to floor the land
with essence and luxury. And you could run willfully over
it could not continue then it shouldn't despite the
and again you came unexpectedly with kindness on your face
and tender love in your eyes.
was defeated. Feather falls about.
was not a season for fallen flowers although it was
drizzling. Father said, 'Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened
footprints on the red floor look good, the cigarette kept
for long smell nice, a glass of fresh tea remains hot and
strong. This is the season.
men are prone to hurt.
such a season you came and left.
thank God. God will be with me, 'kingdom of heaven is in the midst of thin
heart', what a wonderful and simple doctrine!
the , I am drawing an over-white
is a misunderstanding.
has sapphire blue eyes, sleepless, deep and serene.
to sacrifice but not know why
to choose but not know if worthwhile
to love but not know if it is true
to watch the red of propylene dripping and flowing in water.
I am alone.
the sleepless , tomorrow I will catch the train.
heart following you is unpredictable.
later years, I will live in a longing. That's beautiful enough, my love.
will be some good paintings and sentences for souvenirs.
is waiting for the daughter's marriage. But dad, I could not.
perfect feverish chin, the ever-touched face, the eyes waiting for caress.
always think you are innocent? God, I am turbid!
few days but look much older. 'Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send
Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue;
for I am tormented in this flame'.
Christ, take me away!
all around, could not stop the eyes and feet.
spacious desert, the colorless winter, your essence is loneliness.
break the heart of the lover and the one you love.
the perfect and classical partial tone dilutes the black coffee.
your feet are rotating, your dance could not stopping the woman with you
whirling above the ground.
yourself a room, but BLUES could not fly on the river. You decide to float,
wild flowers blossom wantonly, regardless of the season, the color and the
wild flowers blossom wantonly; let yourself float eternally.
will protect himself. There is a distance in a few days. It is tanned into the
old makes heart hurt. Smiling with tears and saying 'no longer intimate'.
lost it is irretrievable. Again.
nature of winter is loneliness.
only way is to choose God and leave everything to Jesus, as being too tired
eyes make me collapse. One will be hurt again and again without setting up
am too far away from your expectations. I have to start a new life.
spreads out the sky.
hot sweaty nightA lover
field vast and wild
thoughtful pallid manA
silly kind woman
house under renovation
thread of odd lightA long
without passionsEyes with
desire at times
night to be forgotten by sadness
house being renovated
field vast and wild
brethren, count it all joy when we fall into divers temptations; Knowing this,
that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her
perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing."
rain on the first day of August
down the secrets of the sky.
in the wind.
are you walking in the clouds, cruelly and leisurely?
boy with big eyes and
at my door suddenly to
little boy with canine teeth
into a young tree
the woman rich in words
To Heldrin, Haizi and Hanbo
become family members after death
the remote place not having a thing to their name.
along the river
roofs, trunks and the dead.
the boundless river
the king and the river
After the rain
the end of world.
the poor and wild land
mother and without love.
from the sun, die for the sun and melt into the sun.
night before I leave the city
comes in advance
way you want me to.
waiting above the mountains for ---
the blue in the sky
the blue on the ground.
yellow straw hat suddenly arrives here walking back and
forth along the shiny streets. The blue cotton-print shirt
bursts out the unexpected youth. In the sky there are full
of your blue eyes gazing sharply at my nervousness in the
DRUM strikes the sad morning. In every piece of the music,
there are your drumbeats, your hands changing wonderfully
the rhyme, the tone and the color of the sky --- changing
the dreams, changing the campfire in the light of Africa --- my
dancing feet are rotating, stars are shining and the night
is deep, misty and pure.
ask you through the music, " where are you?"
the voice murmurs, becoming part of the music.
smells a bit sweaty in the air... CONSENTRATE...RELAX...let
me have the first illusion in my life. Let it rest on the
at this time, Bangkok must be
shining brilliantly. (I recall the first time I met you.
The sunlight floored the balconney of the small hotel in Lijiang, Yunnan. It
outlined a golden silhouette of you in lonely silence.
Yes, Jiaqing, I had never expected your coming into my
life from the sunshine of that afternoon...) Shangri-la,
the hometown of our souls. Black steeds, fine cows and
sheep. The lambent eyes of Napahai's children immerse into
the fog of the plateau --- I want to whip the horse on
wildly. Jiaqing, your drumbeats chase me, let me
makes me dimmed with tears, however what I am yearning is
to reread you,
do not want the waiting becomes endless and meaningless. I
want to continue its fragments, its voice, and its
fragrance, to let it occupy me in deep secret. Your
silhouette in the light of night is like so much the
father in youth, the father in love.
that time, mother was so beautiful. Dark braids twined
around the waist.
it again and again. The skin burns a little bit. Do you
you smoking too?Now
in different backgrounds. Behind you there is India in the
color of orange. Shadows, black eyes hidden from the linen
cloth and footstep moving slowly around… at that time
you with only a pair of blue eyes through the lens and the
blue sky in India
attentively looked at me who had nothing except white
paper and black words.
commemorate--- that night with moon bright above the sky,
the Chinese city you love, the green square, the mother's
rusty-red long dresses and too much long black hair.
YOU SEEN IT, MY CHILD?”
about that joke sad enough to wither easily. That only
rose like the inverted inflection of dreams rocked in the
water. You said you would cross the wide river if I had
promised to marry you then… beer, coffee and night tea,
why people all over the world need these. I forgot to tell
you the way you smoke looked very nice, especially nice.
the stranger in Deli. The heavy rain pours from the sky
and big raindrops fall off. The black and blue eyes look
away to the distant places through the aged wooden
windows… I am not coming from the remote place. I am
merely an always-drifting native of this place. I want to
see her eyes, in different countries, in different crowds
finding her black eyes.)
whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that
the Father may be glorified in the Son. If ye shall ask
any thing in my name, I will do it."
pray with me, Jiaqing, let us pray for the promise of