A Poem Pulls Out Pieces of Memory
Zhang Shuming
It's like a dream that refuses to part with the soul
Always revolving around a core
Memory has found a way to escape
I can't bear to leave
I don't want to leave.

The years go by
A thousand things.
Thousands of threads
There are traces of the unconscious left.
After all, breathing goes on

A man grows up with a few twists...