Poetry in pursuit of freedom

Lead: Who likes bondage? Who doesn't love freedom? Freedom is what human beings yearn for most, but no one can really be free.

1, longing for freedom by: Folding Flower Man

You long for freedom.

Like a bird in a cage

Bind the body

Want to spread your wings and fly?

But silently I don't know where the sky is.

You long for freedom.

Like fish in a pond.

Imprisoned the mind

Want to travel far away

But in vain, I don't know where the direction is.

You long for freedom.

Like a wanderer in a foreign land

Be forced by life

I want to go back to my hometown.

But I don't know when I can come back.

You've never been free.

It's like you never owned this world.

Not before.

There won't be any now

There can be no one in the future.

I still enjoy its freedom. Author: write a mountain man

I had better enjoy my freedom.

If all this stops suddenly

Maybe I really started to be happy.

La voz dormida

In a long corner

Forget me.

at that time

I don't care what others say.

I only have my sky.

My star and a freewheeling heart.

But you can't.

I want to live.

If I want to live, I must penetrate this long and locked peace.

at that time

I'm not me anymore.

Lies and hypocrisy

And gorgeous clothes

My running turned into a castle.

I had better enjoy my freedom.

Make it all come true suddenly.

Go back to his world

Go back to his essence

I just want my freedom.

3. You long for freedom

Like a bird in a cage.

Bind the body

Want to spread your wings and fly

But silently I don't know where the sky is.

You long for freedom.

Like fish in a pond.

Imprisoned the mind

Want to travel far away

But in vain, I don't know where the direction is.

You long for freedom.

Like a wanderer in a foreign land

Be forced by life

I want to go back to my hometown.

But I don't know when I can come back.

You've never been free.

It's like you never owned this world.

Not before.

There won't be any now

There can be no one in the future.

I long for freedom. I long for freedom. If it's for freedom.

Eat carrots and grass like rabbits,

No fragrance, no sweetness, only bitterness.

I do, I do!

I don't want the turtle shell left by the proprietress.

Wet? Turtle soup? !

I long for freedom, if for freedom.

Like a wild dog, sleeping under bridge opening,

Listening to the northwest wind whistling in my ear at night,

I do, I do!

I don't want the boss's wife to be endless.

Noisy next to me!

I long for freedom, if for freedom.

Like scalpers, they work hard all year round,

There is always a heavy burden on the calloused back.

I do, I do!

I don't want a boss who thinks he is superior.

Eyes and contemptuous tone.

5. An afternoon in pursuit of a free life

The weather is warm

A group of children are studying hard.

Catch those colorful butterflies.

I can't help thinking of my childhood.

An impressive thing happened.

I was only twelve years old then.

Often put some wild animals.

Catch it and put it in a cage.

After that,

My interest

Was thrown without a trace.

Every sunset and dusk

There are a group of American thrushes.

Come to rest in the forest and sing.

That song is great.

There is no human musical instrument.

Can play such a wonderful tune.

I made a decision quickly.

Determined to catch a little thrush

Put it in my cage.

Let her sing for me alone

expected

I did it.

First, she flapped her wings.

Fly around in the cage

scared

But then she calmed down.

Admit this new home

Stand in front of the cage

Listen to my little musician's wonderful singing.

I feel extremely happy.

It is really a blessing.

I put the birdcage in my backyard.

the next day

Her loving mother

Fly to the cage with food in your mouth.

Mother Thrushcross asked Little Thrushcross

Swallow the food bite by bite.

of course

Mother Thrushcross knows this.

Much better than I feed her children.

seemingly

This is a good thing that everyone is happy to see.

The next morning.

I went to see what my little prisoner was doing.

I found her silently.

Lying at the bottom of the cage

Already dead

I'm confused about this.

I don't know what happened.

I miss my bird.

Isn't it well taken care of?

At that time my father

I told the poor boy the terrible bad luck.

After listening to it

He gave an incisive explanation.

When a female American thrush

After finding her child in the cage,

You must feed this little thrush.

Deadly poisonous berries

She seems convinced that the child is dead.

Better than being a prisoner alive.

afterwards

I'll never catch it again.

Anything that can be put in a cage.

Because any living thing

Everyone has the pursuit of a free life.

This pursuit

Undoubtedly, it is worthy of recognition.