This sentence comes from: Haizi's "The Sun and Wild Flowers"
It means: Haizi hopes that the other party can break free from the hustle and bustle of the city and find the paradise of the world.
Full text:
The sun and wild flowers
——To AP The sun is his own head
The wild flowers are her own poems< /p>
I say to you
Your mother is not like my mother
Under the moonlight
Your mother is a cherry
p>My mother is blood and tears
I said to the sky
Moon, she is the pure dew in your basket
Sun, I am you Crazy steel in the yard
The sun is his own head
Wild flowers are her own poetry
Under an old elm tree
On the plains
Flow through my bones
In the eyes of the hunter couple in the mountains
The free corpse
flows Where to go
Two mothers dreamed of me in different places
Two daughters became mothers in different places
When there were lilies in the fields, There are still flocks of birds in the sky
When you still have a big bow and a bag full of good arrows
What should be forgotten has long been forgotten
What should be kept will always be left behind
The sun is his own head
The wild flowers are her own poems
There are always lonely days
There is always pain days
There are always lonely days
There are always happy days
Then you are lonely again
Who told you so You:
Promise me
endure your pain
without saying a word
walk through the whole city
Come from afar
Go and see him Go and see Haizi
He may be in more pain
He is writing a song about loneliness and despair Poems of Death
Poems of Death
He wrote:
On the plains
Flow through my bones
When people on the plateau are resting under the elm trees
When hunters and gods
They stand up or sit down, sometimes looking at each other, sometimes forgetting each other
When cattle and sheep On the grass with cattle and sheep
Saw a cliff
The shepherd fell down and his forehead was bleeding
There was no way to save him——
He wrote:
On the plain
Flow through my bones
At this time, you have to
see Look at him
Promise me
Endure your pain
Don’t say a word
Go through this whole city
That shepherd
may be saved by you
You can also get married
Under a pair of big red candles
Then he becomes me
I will find all happiness in my own breast
Red purse, horns, honeycomb, lips
And a To the white sheep-like breasts
I will read you a poem
The sun is his own head
The wild flowers are her own poems
By then and that night
In other words:
The sun is the head of wild flowers
Wild flowers are the poems of the sun
They have only one heart
They have only one heart