Story poetry recitation 3 minutes reading time

Popeye King-milosz

Popier, a prehistoric legend in Poland

It is said that the king was trapped in a big lake.

Those rats on his island.

Eat it.

Admittedly, these are not like our crimes.

It's all about canoes carved from the trunk of bodhi trees.

And some beaver skin. He ruled the swamp,

There, elk echo under the Leng Yue,

Bobcats go to dry river lowlands in spring.

His fence, his timber fort and tower;

The fin structure of the night god,

Can be seen by hunters hidden on the water,

He dare not push the branches with a bow.

Until one of them comes back with news. The wind chased the deep water,

Sail the biggest boat, empty, into the rushes.

The mouse ate Popeye. A crown studded with diamonds,

He understood later. Left it to him and left it forever,

There are three Gothic coins in the warehouse.

He is holding a copper rod; Leave it to him, he escaped,

I don't know where he is, with his children and women.

Galileo, Newton and Einstein combined land and sea.

Give it to him. So for a long time,

He can sharpen the javelin with a knife on the throne.

Translated by Du Guoqing

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Picking sunflower-Haizi

Cow thief in rainy night

Climbed into my window.

On my dream body

Picking sunflowers

I'm still sleeping.

On my sleeping body

Colorful sunflowers have blossomed.

Those pickers

Still like a sunflower field

Beautiful clumsy duck

Cow thief in rainy night

Let me stop being human.

Steal it from your body.

I'm still sleeping.

I was taken out of my body.

Beyond sunflowers. I am the biggest in the world.

The first cow (the dead queen)

It feels beautiful.

I'm still sleeping.

Cow thief in rainy night

So I am very happy.

I became another colored cow.

In my body.

Run in high spirits