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(1) When is the Poppy Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Chaitoufeng
Lu You
Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Confession (poem)
Confession 1
[Poet's Chapter]
In order to redeem the purity of the soul
I prayed to God. Confession
——Inscription
1
The night is gradually falling.
Black enveloped
The whole earth
breathed.
Being more and more rare
You are in the cold palace of time
Howling like a wolf
You have forgotten your own Surname
You have forgotten that you are a poet
You have forgotten the days when you sang for life
You are lonely. The loneliness
is getting deeper and deeper. Bone deep. Pale
Breathe.
Getting weaker
You start or end thinking
You start or end remembering
You are like a child
Muttered to himself. At a loss
Two
Human beings. Your birth
has no reason or origin
your death. The same is true
God said: History
Not used to asking questions and answering
The past is past
Even though it is vivid in my mind
Human beings are accustomed to forgetting
The suspended life may be far or near
There is no doubt of its significance
三
The devil will only hide behind your back
The words that make fun of you. Behavior
I will kill you unexpectedly
When the blood is solidified. Getting cooler. Darkness
Four
There is no reason to choose death
There is no reason to choose survival
There is no reason to repent. Redemption
Soul, soul
Loneliness is just a white silk ribbon
Anytime. Leave it to yourself
Don't cry. Listen to me
(I am your God)
Longing for a pure soul
You must know: when death comes
Dirty, ugly, vicious
Sin. Will be rebaptized
Five
O my poet -
For the redemption of the purity of the soul
I prayed to God. Confession
（2002/10/16/23：29）
Confession 2
[Children]
Your birth . growing up. or death. Just a game of fate.
————Inscription
Children. Dolls for both sexes. Your birth was destined to be a mistake.
No love. No hate. Be eager. Just cheat. From love to hate.
The black bud is wrapped in selfishness, ruthlessness, and curse.
The ugly embryo hides inferiority, rebellion, and cunning.
Destiny’s Child gives you an extraordinary life. Wild morning glory.
Crossing mountains and wading rivers, going through many vicissitudes of life. When your tears fill the earth.
Awaken. Lost soul. When you can't have what you should have.
Like a ghost wandering in the world. When you get what others don't get.
Or. Before becoming a poet. After becoming a poet.
Or. Keep thinking. Keep asking. Keep struggling.
Twisted. churning. High-profile. Undercurrent. Leave it to it.
Lonely. Desperate. Low profile. Painful. Leave it to it.
The devil or God. They also care for you with their eager gaze.
Only you don’t understand what love is. What is hate.
Even if they arise prematurely or end prematurely in your heart.
Born. die. you. Like a leaf. So cute and simple.
Life depends on or withers. So simple that there is no definite answer.
Your birth. growing up. or death. Just a game of fate.
（2002/10/17/20：21）
Confession Three
[Lover's Chapter]
Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, a new bud sprouts out...
————Inscription
[1]
The beloved of the God of Cupid. The sun in your hand. Like a luminous pearl that shines alone in the dark night.
You said you would give it to the person you love the most. Not Helen. Venus. Or Daphne[1].
It’s the cherry in your eye. Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, a new bud sprouts out...
The bright red rose is like the fire in your heart. Lovers are like holy and white water lilies.
You begin to sing immortal poems like a poet. It was filled with characters that looked like lead or silver.
Your lover. Charming, cute and gentle. You compare her to an innocent Persian cat,
or a cobra that dances to the sound of a flute. You are its owner. You are her guardian angel.
Your baby. She said she wanted the stars in the sky, and you were willing to climb the ladder of thorns to get them for her.
The wind is gentle. White clouds are floating. Ah, take her to the moon ship. Shake it, shake it with love.
[2]
Ripe cherries. After being kissed by you, I spit out a new bud...
Leaves. You grow under the sweet rain and dew. The green of hope.
Like the "desert boat" held by the Arabs [2]. The source of life.
The pulse of love. To beat sensitively, rapidly, or suddenly.
Like nerves in a living body. ah! Love——
The beating of nerves that are spread all over, contained, and wrapped.
[Three]
......
......
The sound of the wind is sad. The white clouds dissipated.
The fire of love is extinguished. The messenger of death comes to your grave with green fire.
Ripe cherries are peeled off layer by layer, leaving behind root-like leaves, gradually withering and withering...
See the hidden core. Like a broken night pearl, dim and dull...
Notes:
[1] Daphne: the daughter of the river god Peneus in Greek mythology.
[2] "Desert boat" refers to a camel walking in the desert.
(Created at 2002/10/18/16:09)
Confession Four
——The dialogue between Jidra[1] and the earth.
Jidra took a walk in the forest in the evening.
I accidentally came to a new grave. Pensive.
He squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt. There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth
. The earth had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the poet.
I heard him talking to himself. It was curious to hear
what he was saying. The time elf and the elf between the woods
also held their breath, wanting to hear what he
was saying.
"…….
……."
(Gidra)
"Why should we name it?" Mother'
A piece of land to die? "[2]
(The Earth)
Hearing this, it couldn't stand it any longer. son.
Don’t talk like that. It's rebellious for you to say that
Words and conduct. It is a violation of the laws of nature and will be punished.
(Gidra)
He was startled. Look around. Finally
I saw a female face
sculpted from clay behind me. It has a gentle tone and a gentle expression.
Ci Yan. Have a pair of eyes full of wisdom.
Dark brown. Who are you? Why here?
(Earth)
I am the earth, the mother of you humans.
(Gidra)
Earth? Mother? Haha...but you are not
my mother. You are the mother of "nationalism"[3]
. You see (he points to the tomb),
the people sleeping inside died to protect your
honour.
(Earth)
Human beings exist in the name of God. We
control your destiny. I am the Mother of All,
I am the Supreme Queen. You, humans
and other living creatures, must obey me.
(Gidra)
Oh, my mother of all things, my queen,
I am just a poet, I do not understand such profound things< /p>
something. Who you dominate is none of my business.
Now, I stand at your feet, what will you do to me?
What will you do to me? How much of your beating can my tiny heart bear?
Did you know? If
human beings continue to reproduce. I'm afraid, you
won't say that by then.
(Earth)
I know everything. Human beings have the ability to change the world
. Looking back at the past, it’s clear to see now.
You have made the world a mess. Humans
Human beings are the most fickle and cunning creatures.
(Gidra)
Since you know it so well, aren’t you afraid of
being destroyed?
(Earth)
Sneered twice. Then look ahead. A
hazy. Perish? Who is destroyed by whom? Will you
destroy me? Humanity itself has many, many
wars. Suspicious of each other, killing each other,
Taking advantage of each other, oh, how meaningless this is
I don’t want to talk about it anymore. All in all,
This is stupid, self-destructive behavior.
You think the devil and God are dominating you,
But this is your nature.
(Gidra)
Oh, really? I don't know why, but I
suddenly felt a huge emptiness. Tell me,
Will mankind perish? Oh, I suddenly want to sing about death. Oh, great death, just in the hands of your companions? Oh...,
This is a sad thing. I don't want to know more
things. I have to go back and continue writing poetry
or write about love, friendship, and family
poems. Or write about missing an old friend or remembering the past? Or I won’t write any more poems
from today on... Oh... My dear queen,
Beautiful queen, tell me, I am still good
A poet?
(大地)
Why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden?
It is really incomprehensible for a poet like you. I seem to have said too much. Okay, go back, kid.
You don’t look good, and you feel uneasy.
What I said to you today will be forgotten after you go back and sleep
(Gidra)
Oh, it's dark. Where has the moon gone tonight?
You, are you leaving? Oh well. Goodbye
The mother of “nationalism”. Our
Queen. Yes, I'm just a poet. I have to write poems when I go back
...
Before Jidra finished speaking, the earth had disappeared
In the night. He returned home and took a nap.
When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. It's like nothing
happened.
Notes:
[1]Chitra: Indian Kanna poet.
[2]Jidra's verses mocking nationalism.
[3] "nationalism": nationalism.