I just want a poem that uses symbolism and creates itself.

What does the author compare freedom to?

Since the wind blows the sand and the birds fly.

Let the hot sun shine.

The body came back and the heart flew away.

Don't look at the world

What is freedom?

For the wind, for the sand and for the light.

There's nothing wrong.

Life can be discarded, love can be described.

Dajiangdong flows with the heart.