But I don't have green cattle and purple gas from the East.
Can't catch up with Lao Tzu
Can't find Hanguguan.
I want to find a paradise.
live in seclusion
There is no Tao Yuanming's guide
I can't find the entrance to Taoyuan.
Taohuawu is not mine.
Wu Peng's boat is not mine.
The green red sword is not mine either.
I only have an inkstone, Mo Chi.
A bald pen
There is also the cultural heritage of half a bottle of vinegar.
But my thin poem is very thin.
As light as an eggshell, it also contains bones.
How many days have passed since my pen?
How much tired and sad love have I experienced?
Point out the main point of the story
What a beautiful dream
Overthrow me again and again
A leaf, a flower and a cloud.
A peach blossom, a fragrant note and a cabbage.
It is the way of Tao.
These are all condiments of poetry
And a compilation of all my poems.
Goethe doesn't have a word to describe flies and rubbish.
Although the sun went down.
Only half a beautiful window was left for me.
And slightly hazy air.
But my poems are rich.
Morality, elegance, youth and romance.
Have a stubborn bone
Pure natural green poetry stands upright
My life, my poetry
My love, my love.
There is no need to hide the shield.
Work in a fair manner
It belongs to me.
Editor's comment:
I want to see the original Tao Te Ching, but there is no youthful spirit from the East. I wanted to find a paradise and live in seclusion, but I didn't find the entrance to the paradise. Taohuawu is not mine, and Wu Peng's boat is not mine. I only have an inkstone, Mo Chi, and a bald pen. With the passage of time in my pen, my tired and beautiful love has been transformed into a story. A leaf, a flower and a cloud are all poems written by me. My poems are full of moral and romantic feelings. My life, my poems, my feelings and my love need not be hidden. Aboveboard, my own. This poem is fluent in language, fresh and natural, and full of emotion. Thank you for your contribution, Bing Xin. I recommend it to you.