Exception (group of poems).
Huang Kui. Mud.
I've retreated to the bottom.
No one can fire me anymore.
Earth is an exception. 
Flower. Associated with spring.
There are exceptions. Such as plums.
Doggy. Eat fragrant and drink spicy.
Lying on the stomach for a lifetime.
But I haven't looked at the door for half a day.
Glass doors. It always touches me.
The nose is blue and the face is swollen.
Not a glass door.
It's no memory. Family.
The man said. Home is the wife.
The woman said. Home is for children.
The child said. Home is mom.
Mom said. The home is grandma.
Grandma said. Home is the grave.
The grave said. Home is cloudy.
Bacteria. You can't be a big tree.
Let's make ivy League.
Can't be an ivy.
Let's make grass.
Can't make grass.
Let's make iron. You can't make iron.
Just make stones.
You can't make stones.
Let's make mud.
Can't make mud.
Let's just make bacteria.
Someday. Calm and relax.
Go winemaking. Go to leaven the bread.
2024.1.23 in Beijing.
Red Fuji who can't marry the mountains.
Huang Kui. 
Red Fuji apples.
Squeezed into a bamboo basket.
Bamboo baskets are crammed on farm vehicles.
Amazed the eyes of the mountain.
Red Fuji apples.
Red in a bamboo basket.
Bamboo basket red on a farm vehicle.
Farm vehicles are red on the hills.
pressed the waist of the mountain.
Dongyang is embarrassed.
Didn't show up for a day.
Half a head and face. Send snowflakes as a dowry.
The merchant Lang Jun even broke the appointment collectively.
Five cents a pound of gifts.
I don't want to take it out.
Put the face of red Fuji.
Shame redder. Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching.
Poor red Fuji.
But I couldn't get out of the car.
So many girlfriends.
It's so hopeless this year. Marry out of the mountains.
Huang Kui. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a national first-class writer, a professor of literature, a director of the Hainan Writers Association, a vice chairman of the Haikou Writers Association, and the dean of the Hainan Academy of Creative Literature.