diary
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delhi tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
The highland barley belongs to herself tonight.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
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The motherland still takes dreams as horses.
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And temporary material lovers.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I have to walk with martyrs and clowns.
on the way
Let's put out the fire together. I'll do it alone.
The fire was held high.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent the long nights of my life with this fire.
This fire throws stones at the language of the great motherland.
Deliangshan Chengzhai
Dream of Dunhuang-It will be cold in July.
Skeleton of
Such as white firewood, hard snow.
On the sacred mountain
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I threw myself into this fire, and these three lamps are the lamps that imprisoned me.
Spit out brilliance
Ten thousand people walked under my sword to build the motherland.
The language of
I am willing to start from scratch.
Like all poets whose dreams are horses.
I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.
Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable, no.
An irresistible rate of death.
Only food is my baby, and I hold her tightly.
Hold her and have a baby in your hometown.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains.
See a quiet home
Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.
I wasted my years and felt very tired.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Time flies, not a drop remains.
The horse is dead.
If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.
A thousand years later, I once again owned the rice fields in China.
Kicking Zhou's snowy mountain Tianma
I choose an eternal career.
My job is to be the life of the sun.
From ancient times to the present-Japan-he is extremely brilliant.
Extremely bright
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
At the top of the sun, there are thousands of bodies of poetry buried.
Kingdom and me
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse"
-I will fail.
But poetry itself will win the sun.
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answer
wheat field
People will see you.
I think you are warm and beautiful.
I'm standing at the center of your painful questioning
You burned me.
I stand on the painful awn of the sun.
wheat field
Mysterious questioner
When I stand in front of you in pain
You can't say I have nothing.
You can't say I'm empty-handed
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Rebuild your home.
Give up water wisdom.
Stop looking up at the sky
In order to produce tears of humiliation, you must shed tears.
To water the quiet orchard in my hometown.
Generations don't need insight
The earth appeared.
With joy and pain.
Rebuild the roof of my hometown
Give up meditation and wisdom
If you can't bring wheat
Please be honest with the earth.
Silence and your dark nature
The wind blew smoke out of the kitchen.
The orchard is whispering beside me.
Two-handed labor
Comfort the soul
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ask about
Running in the green wheat field
The light of snow and the sun
Poet, you can't afford it.
Friendship between wheat field and light
A wish
A kind of kindness
You can't pay it back
You can't pay it back
Twinkling Stars
Loneliness burns above your head
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Which shoe will I wake up in tomorrow?
I think I've been careful enough
I happen to have ten toes
I have ten fingers.
I cried several times when I was born.
When I died, others cried again.
I am quiet.
Bring this burden on yourself.
Although I don't like myself.
But I quietly opened it.
At dusk, I sat on the ground.
I said that doesn't mean night.
I won't be on earth tomorrow morning.
The earth is under your ass.
Very strong, firm and unyielding.
Hello, immortal earth.
Or I'm just a branch.
I once slept in a dark shell.
My head is my frontier.
Just a pear.
Before I took shape
I am a white flower that knows hot and cold.
Or my head is a cat.
Put it on your shoulder.
Lotus Moon, my mistress, is far away.
Groups of sunshine shine on cats and kittens.
My breath
It has been proved
Leaves fluttering
I can't give up happiness
or otherwise
I live by pain.
Bury half
Come to the village entrance or the mountain.
I stare at people to death.
Ah, the stiff loess people are thriving.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms.
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