Photographer Yu Tao

Zhao Hongya (9 March 2006)

The sword shadow knife light confirmed by the hour hand and the minute hand is chasing the escape of life and sharing joys and sorrows.

The love-sea-hate network interwoven by latitude and longitude blocks the voyage of the soul day and night.

The irrepressible annual rings finally stand out and read the endless vicissitudes coldly.

The irresistible wing rhyme finally rises leisurely, gently editing the boundless universe.

Since the expectations mentioned one after another are all connected with mountains and rivers, it should be a lush reality.

Since the hope of layers upon layers has been extinguished by the sound of waves and thunder, there must be several pages in history.

When the dancing imagination falls to the edge of the season, the sadness of flowers withering will freeze the sails of sailing.

But I can still see clearly that my lighthouse remains the same.

When the beautiful lines of poetry break through the bank of time, the sadness of ebb and flow will weigh the strings deep in the center of the earth.

But I still firmly believe that my bosom friend will come as scheduled.

The inspiration of blowing willow from flowers is full of charm, which turns into a dragon fossil.

The pen is full of red, green and colorful, reflecting my shadow.

After centuries of silence, the dragon's blood seems to have forgotten how to surge.

After several cycles, my bones and muscles don't seem to know what's going on.

Never felt lonely, trembling ivory tower with dense brains.

Unprecedented coldness, swaying the jade flower of glittering and translucent efforts.

Missing is also continuous, and tears are also continuous.

The dragon is dizzy, so am I.

The sky is also asking: where did the soul go?

The earth is also asking: when will you wake up?

Thunderbolt flashed across the sky.

Dream through time and space.

I flew into the fossils of dragons.

Dragon dance played my shadow.

Whose footsteps are all-powerful?

Whose hymn is breathing the sun and the moon?

If it's my footsteps, why do you always step on the dragon?

If it's dragons, why do they always float from my heart?

ah

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I am not me, and the dragon is not a dragon.

The dragon is me and I am the dragon.

oh

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Either I dreamed of the dragon or the dragon dreamed of me.

Either the dragon wakes up and becomes me or I wake up and becomes a dragon.