After Watching Xiu Xiu: The Sent Down Girl

Seal the mountains, the peaks, the city— The little emperor rides waves like in Shanghai Bund. In the end, the man who loved beauty became a rifle. Where is the man-made bathing pool atop that mountain? The princely courage, allies in accord, Carried martial genes, shamanic rhythms, Carried cells of herbs and discipline, anti-entropy. Like Zhang Xianzhong sinking treasure into the Min River—his final aesthetic. He believed only in genetic revenge, Mocking blossoms, young girls, and green plums in May. Some tradition loved empire but mistook beauty. It collapsed in his beautiful feed for the kingdom. A sliver of beauty—madness moved in, A sprite watered by greed, Denied by earth and the abyss’s breath. ( Poems by Shifeimi Translated from Chinese by AI with authorial editing and final approval.)