The second poem in August
The title: How do those strangers, how should we remember us?
Go to get off work, get off work, familiar station card
Where is the wind blowing? Just yesterday
Are they also passing here?
Hard land, no longer let us feel
Own weight
Have you thought about it?
From the previous class, the ringtones under get out of class, so far
Still not intermittent.
Some things are packed by us
Place the most vulnerable place in the brain, give time handling
Just like those memories of strangers, they are here:
First first out ...
In turn, the same is true.
You can't clearly know which places you have arrived.
Just like Xichuan asked himself:
"Do I travel to the palace in the Han Dynasty?"
Wheat growing in a distant place
The soil is fertile, the night insects sing
All kinds of accumulation let you know on this earth
There are many different countries, different languages
There are more even the earth.
People standing on pain
Still remember to give strangers bless:
"I have a house, facing the sea, spring blossoms."
Don't put all the time on the bus
Landscape outside the watch
Those pick-up will never give time to this.
Then
Those strangers, how should we remember us?
The afternoon sun is calm on the balcony
A bird that stays on the upper side, and it is not satisfactory to see me.
--Jplateau 2-aug-03
