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I came to know the silence of the night
My childhood was with the weasels of summer nights
Moonlight through the culvert
It’s a river softer than a veil
Curled up on the bamboo mat where I fell asleep so quickly in my childhood
The green is algae, the red is mosquito incense.
Mulberry leaves touch the silkworms during the day
At night, it touches gratitude.
The hemp tiger gulps down the real panic of a small child.
Carrying a kerosene lamp to find the light of fireflies.
It’s getting late. The river has stopped flowing.
Grandfather’s back is golden in the rice paddies
Tamping up the fragrance of a hoe of mud
I woke up as a grown man
The asphalt road frying my paws
A rainstorm sends the terraces tumbling
I wiggle my tail fin more than I shave a fish.
At the end of the highway time to walk again
The secrets of summer are hidden by the stones of the gutter.
Spring plowing and sowing, Mansummer and hope
Death is warm and peaceful. ! Image_63110753861837.jpg