Explosive poetry

Silence, the world and everything no longer sound to me; The color that makes my bright eyes happy has also dimmed. Nature full of music is as desperate as a desert; I can never hear the majestic Lin Tao again, nor can I hear the undercurrent flowing. My parents' soft words, my sisters' confidences, and even my own beautiful singing voice are all dead? Only the inner storm is noisy day and night. I lost my hearing like an elk and was sinfully buried by bloodthirsty people; They slaughtered my fairy like deer hunter, and the blood of Tibetan antelopes dyed the snowfield and sunset red. If I can have one last chance, I just want to hear one thing: punish evil and raise good as thunder, even if it shocks me a hundred times! Alas, what a naive fantasy, I want to wander like a walking corpse; Yesterday, people praised me as more beautiful and fragrant than camellia. Oh, the world I love, what else can I do for you? If you increase or decrease your burden, you will increase or decrease my trauma. I stepped on tears all the way, and my broken heart flashed at my feet; Distant relatives, as long as you are happy, I am willing to take away the pain and leave this world. Hoh Xil, please make me a corpse bed, Yarlung Zangbo River, don't refuse me to be your bride; I will become a little flower and a ripple for you, and let me lie quietly in your arms. Oh, who are you, blonde? You are the old grandmother of Princess Hai. (1) You gave me the dream of a golden childhood, the pursuit of beauty and the power to do good. Why are you deaf and blind, like this? Besides, you pour out your thoughts to me with gestures I don't understand? How can you cross the ocean without sight? You can't hear me. How can you hear where I'm going? You said that what you heard with your fingers and what you saw with your heart were sharper and wider than those of normal people 1000 times. Oh! You can hear the footsteps of the goddess of spring, the awakening of stinging insects, the growth of grass, the struggle between good and evil in human hearts, the mutual affinity of lovers and the sadness of disabled people. You can see the sun in the night sky, underground treasures, pearls of seashells, storms brewing in the world, hunger and thirst of blind and deaf children, and ulcers of healthy people. You asked me to put my cold finger on your warm lips. Oh, I feel the power of Raytheon Water. (2) The withered heart is pounding wildly. I heard you! I heard you! The river is flowing, the forest is noisy, the distant city is noisy, festivals are singing and dancing, and my parents and sisters miss my voice. I put my hand on your chest, and suddenly, I walked into the sacred hall; I saw the candle burning quietly, and I was bathed in the light of your love. I was surprised to see that where you walked, people who lost their senses regained consciousness, and people whose souls were lowered found beauty. The shadows and nightmares in my heart were swept away by you; Please don't worry, I won't disappear into the sea like a "daughter of the sea" bubble in the morning. I want people to see it! Let people hear you! Dear teacher, I also have a sincere wish: Can you accept a gift from a deaf-mute girl-her eyes will make you brighter?