Bindu / Disease toxic Two viruses who kill Bindu Dau, go qo houloq Txaq, di nj lauko Dzuei luan li tcunfeq Taq bugo qoli elel Dzuei ian li xuanhua Gai budzu njli xue Dau, dago saqliaq Nj koi gode genhen Rugo, Nabian li txaq dou Aho Disease toxic Knife, cutting my throat Rifle, pointing your head How warm the April wind Less burnt than my front How noisy the spring flowers Less bright than your blood

I xaq / Nostalgia Probability I xaq Ho, qoli xye San, qoli bei Txau, qoli djo V, qo fux Y, nj mo ku Yn, nj mo pau Su, nj mo deq Feq, nj daigo hua — Tcuan, la qo Hueitx Dai meq li Gandz Kaihua li djetx Nostalgia Rivers, my blood Mountains, my body Bridges, my feet In fog, I breathe Rain, don’t you cry Cloud, don’t you run Tree, don’t you wait Dear wind, please Pass a word — The boat, take me Back In a dream

Djuli / Distance To my family Djuli Sanuan gogli Txynsan xaglian Santxan rie Muguaq xagdje San ian liaq y Uhua koco Dzsen lau Lueihen banbo Distance Thousands of miles Mountains hold on Millions of nights Shimmering your eyes Pieces of words Silence haunts Left only Moist hollow Mount. Mars 2021.

One year ago when traveling in Germany, I felt so depressed and also excited, in one night, that I could barely sleep. Many thoughts were flowing in my minds, and I tried to record them. And this is it. At that time, I was desperately longing for a chance to…

In memory of Tiananmen Massacre. Today is the 31th anniversary of Tiananmen Massacre, and I happened to read these beautiful poems from a Chinese poet, 青山如是 (Qingshan Rushi, literally means “Mountains Remaining the Same”). I love them so much and want to share them with more people, so I translate…

When I first heard about the Jasic Workers, it was because of Yue Xin. Last year(2018) in middle April, all of a sudden her open letter exploded in Wechat, which was quickly eliminated, of course, within few hours. …

Just one year ago, I wouldn’t believe that I’m now a “Basurian”, no longer a “Chinese”. I come from a city named “Chongqing”, but now I prefer to call it Chungking, the name given by the free world not by the Communist Party. And it’s fair to say that, I’m made to be a “Basurian” mostly by this party. As an ordinary post-95 youth, born and…

At the midnight of June 3th, 1989, Lv Peng, a 9-year-old naughty boy who was a primary school student in Beijing, sneaked out from home to watch the boiling street scene. …

— — to the imprisoned hearts longing for freedom The fireworks start blowing In the rosy sky. With People on the ceiling Chanting the Islamic songs. The whole world is in celebration. While I have nothing to celebrate, Only a lot to mourn. The…