Water depth kills my husband.
Get up in front of me
Li Qian’s relatives carried jade into Chu State.
Only relative
Li Qian’s legs were cut off.
Since autumn, his legs
Like nine feet of water
It was in May that Sham Shui Po killed me.
19866
Dunhuang
Dunhuang grottoes are like horse bellies.
Hanging in a wooden bucket
The sound of milk dripping breaks the ear.
Like grass tearing ears in the distance.
Come to this last valley
He tore his ear.
Hanging one’s ears
Dunhuang was a thousand years ago.
A fire broke out in the forest.
In a strange valley
It’s the last mulberry. I’ll change
Salt grain place
I built a cave and painted you before I died.
The last handsome image
Got a female squirrel.
Got a female bee.
To get them pregnant again in the spring.
1986
cloud mass
Tibetan village
Mysterious village
Sad village
You’re lying on the road
Your surname is neither Li nor Wang.
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