Agility is like running towards glory and perfection.
The spirit of mission, the sun, is shining.
Stand up excitedly, as dark as a mask.
And then quietly fall from the awakened earth—
The mountain is covered with snow, and there are no altars for cigarettes and seals.
Spitting flames on the crimson clouds
The birth of light, the prayer of the ocean,
Birds should sing morning songs with sweet voices.
All the flowers in the fields and forests opened their eyelids,
Open your trembling eyelids and bear the kiss of the day,
Shake their incense burners high in the air,
Oriental spices in the furnace are burned by new light.
Like inexhaustible resources burning slowly into the sky,
Give a fragrant sigh to the smiling sky;
Therefore, the earth, islands, oceans and
All forms with life features and appearances.
Just like their father Sun, they arrived as scheduled.
After waking up, he took on his ancient century one by one.
Once alone, and then he assigned it to
Their respective services: however, I
Once because of the need for confidentiality;
Wake up all night, like stars in the night sky,
At the moment, they are all lying asleep, and I am here.
Stretch your tired hands and feet under the gray mast
That mast used to be a green pass in the Apennines.
The trunk of an old oak tree: Night falls before me.
Escape; God, rising from behind me,
The sea, at my feet; Overhead, a blue sky,
At this time, whimsy is accompanied by imagination.
Appear, but not sleep, because of that piece.
The unfolding shadow is so transparent that this scene
Passing through it is like a mountain in the twilight.
Vague but clear; On me,
I know, the freshness of dawn,
Hair and forehead bathed in the same morning glow,
I used to sit like this, leaning against the same tree trunk,
Sitting on a grassy hillside, it seems
Hear the bird gate, the ocean and the flowing spring water there.
In exchange for sweet words with sentimental wind and music,
Then, a vision unfolded in my mind.
When I lie in a dream of wonderful thoughts,
This is roughly what you hear and see in a daydream.
I think I'm sitting near an avenue,
There is a thick layer of summer dust on the road.
As if it were a row of mosquitoes in the dim twilight,
There are countless pedestrians coming and going.
Everyone was in a hurry, but obviously no one was there.
Know where he came from and where he's going,
Or why you became one of these people,
In the crowd, with peers,
Like one of the tens of millions of leaves in a coffin in summer,
Old people and young people, adults and babies, form
A turbulent torrent of mixed pentium, some,
Running away from what scares them,
However, some people deliberately seek the fear of others,
Others step by step to the grave,
But concerned about studying trampled underground insects,
There are also some, in their own shadows.
Leave sadly and call it death;
Some people, running away from it is like running away from ghosts.
Will faint at any time due to difficulty breathing;
But more often, they act in a staggered way.
Chasing or avoiding the shadows cast by floating clouds
Or birds that disappear into the air at noon,
Take the road that never blooms: one
Exhausted by thirst, exhausted by futile fatigue,
I can't hear those caves with green moss.
The sweet spring of beautiful music always flows;
I can't feel the breeze blowing from the forest.
Describe the green paths and grasslands in the forest,
The towering elm branches dotted between them are like arches,
Violet-blooming river lies in a beautiful dream,
Go on with your dark stupidity and stupidity.
When I stare, the people in the street,
I thought I was crazy, like the forest in June.
The south wind shakes the afterglow of the day,
Cold eyes, as cold as ice and snow,
A blinding glare brighter than noon.
Flooding the sun is like the sun covering the stars.
Like a crescent moon-when a storm comes from sleep.
Gathering strength, her white body is still shaking.
On the red edge of the night illuminated by the sunset—
As if to announce that it is coming, hold it high.
The ghost of its dead mother, the shadow of darkness
Leaning forward from her stroller in the dark—
So a chariot, above its own silence.
In silence, Cang Minghui came, in the car.
The seated figure has been deformed by the years,
Wearing a black hood and a double cloak,
Seems to be curled up in the shadow of the grave.
It should be a black veil covering the position of the skull,
Like a cloud, a dark, hazy fog,
Reduce glare. Drive on shaft
Like Janus, he has four faces.
It is he who controls a group with magical wings;
In the continuous lightning, the shape of the chariot was dragged.
I disappeared: I only heard the gentle wind.
They kept flapping their wings.
Music. Jade operator's eyes all around,
Unexpectedly, they are all tied with cloth belts; Before fasting,
Blindness in the back can't bring any benefits,
Even the glare that blocks the sun won't help.
Bound eyes cannot see through.
Everything that is being done, has been done and will be done;
There is something wrong with the guidance of the chariot, but it is still moving forward.
Solemnity, speed and grand etiquette are consistent.
The crowd made way, and I stood up in horror.
Or seems to get up, because the dreamland of subsidence is too deep;
As if it were a chaotic cloud carried away by a strong wind,
I saw thousands of people singing and dancing crazily.
Infatuation is like holding a carnival.
In order to welcome the conqueror's victorious March,
Solemn Rome from the Senate, from the theater,
From the square, the torrent of her life poured out.
When given to those who were originally free (1)
With this yoke, they will soon yield to it,
There are similarities between here and the triumph parade.
Where the chariots pass, they are all there.
Countless prisoners were taken away; All because
People in power or suffering from aging,
So, pass on all their good times.
For those who work or endure, their youth.
Exhausted in joy or pain at the last minute,
Only the trunk that can no longer blossom and bear fruit still exists;
There are such people, their notoriety or honor.
Increase day by day, until the great winter put this
The shape and name of the green world were denied by them;
What is not in it is a sacred minority, but
A group of people who can't give in to conquerors.
Once the flame of their lives touches the world.
Like an eagle flying back to their former residence,
Or, ignore the rights in the world.
Treat crowns and treasures like dirt ... "
Tessa and the saints of Athens or Jerusalem.
It was not counted and did not appear in the prisoner queue.
Or associate with people who call names behind their backs,
Fanatics who are not at the forefront and at the forefront are obscene.
The dissolute dance is getting wilder and wilder ahead,
Headed, as agile as a shadow on the grass,
Faster than a chariot, never resting,
Dancing wildly with rough music,
Dance wildly, blend with each other, jump cross-country,
They endure this tormenting pleasure,
And twitching, and talking to evil spirits
Rapid whirlwind rotation-from the beginning of the universe
Elves use their leisure time to do bad things-
Their heads leaned back and their long hair fluttered in the wind.
Jumping around her who hides the sun,
Young men and women threw away their fanatical weapons,
Move your feet quickly; They will withdraw from the crowd,
At this time, they will approach each other and lean over each other.
Deep down, like a fire; When they blush,
Like moths, attracted by light and restrained by fire,
Often go to their glorious destruction,
Until it seems that two clouds have been pushed into the canyon,
Make the mountains tremble, and they encounter electricity and fire.
The aftershock did not end, and it turned into rain and dew.
Dissipate, the passion bond that maintains both sides collapses,
One fell, the other lost consciousness.
Lying on the road, death will not be in pairs,
I haven't had time to say where it is, chariot
Run over them without leaving a trace,
Like foam left by the fury of the ocean.
Has been dried behind the desolate coast,
Old men and old women are in the wind of humiliation
Shake their white hair, their clothes are dirty and messy,
Stumbling, struggling with his weak limbs
Climb into that bright car, but
Be thrown farther and covered by deeper shadows.
They danced in circles, not because of Will.
Weak, slightly less fanatical, despite the gloomy shadows.
Has been inserted into the crowd, circling around them,
People with a mission come from dust.
To the dust, lying there rotting.
Cover the sheet and do what ...
This sad parade scene is hard for me to understand.
I can't help asking myself aloud-what are these?
Who is the man in the car? But why do you want one? "
I also want to ask-"Is this a mistake? One "
A voice replied-"Life is vast-I turned around,
I just understand (God, please have pity on this poor situation! )
I thought it was an ancient tree root,
Twisted into strange shapes, growing at the foot of the mountain,
But it is indeed one of the misguided races;
I think this is scattered white rotten grass,
But his hair faded and sparse;
It tried, but failed to cover the hole.
Yes, or used to be, where are his eyes,
Cold face (know what I think) said,
"If you can restrain yourself from dancing like me,
"I want to tell you what caused me and my companion.
Suffering from such severe contempt and humiliation,
Describe all the ways to cross this queue from early morning;
"If the desire for poverty is not enough,
You can follow it until late at night, but
I am tired. "He wobbled, as if
I can't bear the burden of my own language, so
He had a rest; Without waiting for him to continue,
I asked, "First of all, who are you?" "Now you can remember.
"Before, I loved, hated and feared pain.
I've done it and experienced it. If God lights me up,
The spark of the soul is burned with purer gunpowder,
"The current corruption will not start from Rousseau's past."
With so much, it won't be like this.
Humiliate those who are ashamed to bear it;
"If I have been released, but I sent it out.
Sparks ignited thousands of indicator lights. "
"Who are those people who are locked behind the car seat?"
"Later generations don't forget the great men of the sages-them.
Wearing a helmet, a crown, a bishop's crown and bright light weaving.
Into a wreath, the authoritative symbol of the ideological empire-
"Their knowledge didn't teach people how to know themselves.
Their ability is not enough to solve the mystery inside,
Struggle for the imaginary dawn of truth,
"Before dusk, I fell into a deep night." Lower illegal arrival
Who's that in chains on his chest?
"A violent childhood, he tried to.
"To win the world, when its hopes are dashed,
But without all the greatness,
Could have won more praise than virtue itself.
"Peace, if it is not the opportunity for the eagle to spread its wings.
Climbers who have flown thousands of times behind his back are already ahead of him:
Fall like Napoleon.
"The peak has passed." -I feel my face suddenly changed;
When I saw the shadow leave, I let it go.
Leaving a huge and too weak world.
So that any dwarf can find it.
Kick, I am sad: for the opposite will.
Authority rules our mortal days and nights.
Why does God want good goals and means?
Disharmony; Because of despair, I
Almost ashamed of my eyes' wishes,
It would like to see it once existed, but it's hard to say now.
Times have changed, outdated and boring scenes.
"Look, plunder and plunder," the tour guide said to me.
Said, "Voltaire, Paul and Catherine,
Frederick and Leopold, demagogues and tyrants,
Saint-the world thinks it will always be an ancient name,
"In their lives and wars,
She is always a conqueror. The man who conquered me
It's just that my heart, whether it's age or ridicule,
"Tears, or now the grave, are difficult.
Make it yield. Let bygones be bygones,
I shouted, "The world and its gloomy fate.
"Nothing is more brilliant than the past,
I want to respect a class that can grow old and wither.
And painted on its illusory and fragile mirror.
"New image". "There is always a new image will float up.
On the bubble, draw if you want;
We just follow in the footsteps of our predecessors,
"Cast our shadows on the disappearing bubbles.
But please note that the ghosts of great men in the past
Locked behind the triumph seat;
"The great Plato lived and died.
Save the joys and sorrows that his teacher doesn't know,
It used to be a beautiful star that dominated his fate.
"The flower of the kingdom of heaven that has not been opened for a long time is born with love.
Conquered his gold, pain, age,
Laziness or slavery are all dissatisfaction with the mind and mind.
"He walked beside two people.
Teachers and students follow the students' kingship.
As docile as a vulture chained up.
"One of his arms can put the world in darkness,
He stood out from many conquerors.
Carry the thunder for her one-on-one hit;
"The other experienced war and disaster,
In people's minds, it has always been supreme.
Hold the key, hold the eternal door of truth,
"If the eagle-like spirit under the wall never likes it.
Lightning broke through the night sky, and he conquered nature.
Awaken its fickle form from a deep sleep,
"Take him to its cave, in the cave.
Its ruling field hides all kinds of secrets.
Look at those great singers in ancient times. They are very gentle.
"Their passion for singing comes from their songs.
You can clearly know the immortal melody.
It still has its proper appeal.
"Cause infected people * * * sound-and I did it.
Suffering for what I wrote is even worse!
My words contain factors that may lead to misfortune-
More like someone else's than their creation.
At this time, he pointed to a group of people.
I soon realized that Caesar's sins were deep.
Inherit the people, from him to Constantine the Great,
Those tyrannical leaders use violence.
And conspiracy traps have established a lot of royal blood.
The disaster of spreading gold and blood everywhere:
Gregory and John, and saints,
Rising like a shadow between man and God;
Even that mask has been hanging high in the sky,
Finally, I was worshipped and praised by the world under my feet.
Not the real sun it extinguished—
They were given the power to destroy,
The guide replied, "I belong to the blood of the creator.
"Even if it's just a painful world."
"Where are you from?" I said, "Where are we going?
How did your journey begin and why did you come?
"My eyes are tired of this endless stream of people.
My heart was troubled by a sad thought-
Please say it! ""from where, I seem to be able to.
"Know some, how through what way my official way?
You can even guess this terrible situation;
Why, I don't know;
"Not to mention where that conspicuous person is taking me-
But you can follow, from watching to becoming
Maybe it's an actor or a victim of this disaster.
"I can learn from your experience and lessons.
Understand something. Please continue to listen: when April comes,
When all the trees are exposed to spring.
"The blue atmosphere, the treetops began to burn.
Bright green flame, I lay in one place.
At the foot of a high mountain, when is it impossible to test?
"This mountain has formed a high and deep cave.
Slowly flowing out is an elegant river.
Fresh air, quiet waters
"Soak in the curved tender grass and keep it moist.
The roots of fragrant flowers, and full of forests.
Accompanied by a beautiful voice, anyone who hears it will forget it.
"All the happiness, all the pain, all the love and hate,
All the known past before this quiet moment;
A sleeping mother will never dream again.
"Dreaming that her only son died in her arms at dusk-
A king will no longer worry about his head.
Deprived of the crown, grieving,
"And you can wait and see the sun hovering over the ocean.
Gilded his opponent's new glory.
You will also forget to grieve for your illness,
"Forget that you can't find a cure from yourself.
Forget that no other kind of sleep can end it,
No other kind of beautiful music can be extracted from memory.
"Eliminate the pain and make people forget everything.
Magic is really wonderful; So before going to bed
Have I lived? Have I imagined it?
"Heaven and the world where I wake up and cry.
It's freezing. I don't know.
I stood up, and for a moment, although it was daytime,
"Where there are trees and running water, there is a beam of light marks.
Still preserved, it pours out more light than the ordinary sun.
The light on the ordinary earth is brighter and more sacred.
"Everywhere is full of magical voices, those.
Music woven by sound can make people forget,
Let perception no longer be clear about running water and shadows;
"When I looked up and looked around, the morning light
Everywhere, it flows out of caves in the east,
The sun shines like gold on the spring water.
"The brilliant image reflects the light and shoots at everything.
Labyrinth forest and its twists and turns
Those forest paths burning with green flames
"In the center of the sun, just like the sun in his own.
Where the light shines, it shines constantly.
Trembling spring, standing in a
"Bright body. She sprinkled rain and dew with her left hand.
The earth, as if she were the dawn, is invisible.
The rain kept singing silver songs,
"Landing on mossy green grass,
On the grass in front of me,
Rainbow, unfold her colorful brocade.
"Her right hand holding a delicate crystal bottle.
Wearing a cloak woven by a girl without sorrow;
When she walked through the high and deep cave,
"Her feet are so light and sensitive when she falls.
It won't even break the mirror-like water,
She glided along the mirror-like water,
"Every time she ducked the black branches,
Hair is like a weeping willow, gently brushing the soft chest of running water,
Running water is cheerful and willing to be her pillow.
"Like a lover intoxicated by love in a dream.
Floating on the lake with water lilies in full bloom, obedient
Wonderful music passes through the silver fog, and it is like a shadow.
"She seems to kiss the feet of the waves from time to time.
Stepping on water waves, sometimes, blowing along the wrinkled water surface.
The wind wrinkled the amethyst-like water surface and slid with the wind.
"Sometimes along the dim morning light in the Woods,
Or along the soft shadows under the tree;
Her feet always obey that constant.
"Leaves, waves, dripping water, birds and bees.
Singing is always fresh.
Sweet rhythmic exercise, like a summer breeze.
"Lift a golden crystal from the lake,
Facing the moon rising between two rocks.
Feng Ling dances in the sky beyond the reach of eagles;
"And her feet also have magical power.
No less than wonderful music, it seems to be rubbing while walking.
Erased the idea that the man stared at her feet;
"In a flash, everything seems to have never happened.
All the thoughts of the viewer were thrown to the ground.
One by one, she became ashes at her feet.
"Put the sparks of those thoughts on the dust of death;
It's like walking out of the east gate one by one that day.
Night lights, until the darkness and tired breathing.
"Let the bright eyes of heaven, even the smallest,
It opened again: she came, like during the day,
Turn the night into a dream; When she didn't stop,
"Like a person, or between desire and shame.
Hesitate, I said-if you really do this.
As you can see, from an area.
"There is no name of the distance, always go to this step.
Dream Valley, please tell me where I come from.
Now where, why not disappear with the running water.
"Get up, quench your thirst, that's her answer.
Like a closed water lily exposed in the morning.
With the wand of life,
"I'm up! Obey her sweet orders,
Greet the cup she holds with her charred lips,
Suddenly, my mind seems to have become
"The beach, there, the first tide.
Left deer's hoof prints in the desolate Labrador.
The fierce beasts that washed away their escape.
"Jackal, the footprints on the shore are still clear.
Leave it to the tide to wash again; So in front of my eyes
A brand-new picture that has never been seen before appeared.
"That beautiful together, under the strong light, gradually.
Retirement, like the silent starlight from the morning star.
At dawn, the green horizon faded layer by layer,
"When the morning light has not yet dyed the peak of the distant mountain red;
I also like the most beautiful planet, although I have been watching it.
Look, there's someone who can still feel her sight,-
"He hopes that at the end of his day's trip, he will be like.
At first, I bathed in that-yes smile,
Starlight is like the scent of daffodils in the evening breeze.
Built on her terrace,
"And below, it is covered with extraordinary brilliance.
Far in front of her is a vast wasteland.
The storm flow of Huaguang, which is forbidden.
"Cast in the shadow of leaves and stones, this bright light.
In the irradiated place, the crowd is like a skeleton in the sun.
Dance: Yes, for the grassland in the desert.
"The monotonous green space adds colorful flowers.
Indulge in the newly woven gorgeous carpet,
Forgot the chariot that was moving fast;
"Yes, stand on the sidelines until there is one.
The shadow of an automobile mountain was swallowed up and blurred under the strong light.
Some are faster than chariots; There are some.
"Go around it, just like the blue sky,
Atmosphere and ocean, clouds travel around the moon;
What's more, behind the prisoners behind the chariots,
Behind them, "singing a fanatical hymn loudly;
However, all this is like bubbles in a flood vortex.
Finally, they all merged into the same track and were surged.
"Wrapped forward-I am also a crowd.
Wrapped-me, the most beautiful flower doesn't last long,
I am neither a shadow nor an island,
"I, not the unforgettable song of that river,
I don't act by the flow of the river.
The ghost of the past-it's a torrent.
"One of them, I devoted myself to it, and it was dense.
The surging torrent of life, my heart.
Exposed to cold light, he soon became disabled.
"In that chariot is preparing to start climbing.
The moment of the steep hillside opposite the mysterious valley,
I saw a miracle worthy of that man's writing poetry.
"He once came from the bottom of hell.
Under the guidance of quiet love, cross all levels of heaven.
All the glory, and then return to this world,
"Tell stories of hatred and awe, about everything,
A wonderful story, except love, everything will be distorted;
Deaf as the sea will make you angry.
"Turn white, the world can't hear anything and can touch a star.
Music, the light of that star is the music of kindness-
Such a miracle is worthy of the poet's writing in his poems. ——
"The shadow filled the forest until it went deep into the forest.
The earth turns gray because there are ghosts everywhere.
Dark shadows filled the space and danced in groups.
"Like a big vampire bat in the equatorial sun,
Don't wait until dusk to give it to some Indian island.
Bring strange night; So it's everywhere
"Everything is a shadow; Some were thrown backwards.
The shadow of the shadow, but not like myself,
Some young eagles, like those flying in the air, are still very young.
"Disappeared in the incandescent light, some seem to be.
Lin Yao, dancing an unimaginable dance.
Rivers in the sun, green beaches.
"Some of them are like apes, quacking and sitting together.
In the hands of ordinary people ...
Some people wear royal cloaks and mink hats.
"Be a cradle, some like vultures.
Lying on the triple crown of the Pope; Others.
You can add an empire to the baby.
"Or an idiot playing wantonly under the crown.
And use it as a nest. Old zombie.
Raising offspring in the shadow of the devil's wings,
"Their dead eyes smiled,
In order to regain the power granted,
With this power, those insects call themselves kings and emperors,
"Let the world be their morgue.
Others are more humble, like falcons,
Stop in the hands of ordinary people and sometimes fly.
"Hovering over their heads; Or like mosquitoes and flies,
The swamp fog is as thick and crowded as dusk.
Lawyers, priests, politicians and theorists
"Around the head, there are some, as if in the air.
The discolored snowflake is in the most beautiful hair.
The brightest breasts, and finally
"melted by the light of youth they put out,
Others are like tears, and they become those.
The veil of sadness and crying, I finally understand.
"This pollutes the shape of the road we take,
Where it came from; Occasionally.
Every physical beauty will gradually disappear,
Action and form no longer have the fullness of life.
"Quality, young people's marble forehead.
Cracked by troubles, shining with beautiful dreams.
And hope and desire are like losing the last.
"treat the dead lioness as a cub; Among the masses
Everyone keeps producing these shadows,
Like autumn dusk, poplars are blown by the wind.
"Blow down countless dead leaves. At first,
Each has its own image and is similar to each other.
But it soon lost its original state, as if it were
"Amorphous clouds shape appearance and posture with the wind;
With this material, the creative lights in the car
Made those busy scenes, like
"The sun created the form of white clouds; That's it,
One mask after another on everyone's face.
The body fell on the road. As early as one day.
"Before getting old, like catching a glimpse of heaven, wake up.
The happiness of sleeping in the valley of forgetfulness is dead;
Some people will be exhausted by dancing horrible dances.
"Then, like me, I fell on the side of the road; ——
Those who have the most shadows and leave the fastest,
"From the most beautiful appearance of every strongest limb,
You can only have the least strength and beauty to stay in your body.
"So, what is life? I questioned loudly. " ——
1822 Late May
By the end of June