Phoenix song (1) Phoenix song moment! That is! That's, that's! That is! That is the vast universe, as cold as iron! The vast universe, dark as paint! The vast universe is bloody! Universe, universe, why do you exist? You've been there ever since? Where are you sitting? Are you a finite hollow ball? You are an infinite fragment? If you are a limited empty ball, where does he come from and hug your space? What else exists besides you? If you are an infinite space embraced by you, where does he come from? Why do you have life? Are you still communicating alive? Are you still a lifeless machine? I hold my head high and ask for the sky, and the sky is high and the clouds are light, so I have no knowledge. I bowed my head and asked the ground. The ground is dead, so don't breathe. I asked the sea, and the sea was screaming. Ah ah! Born in such a dirty world, even diamond knives will rust. Universe, universe, I will try my best to curse you: your bloody slaughterhouse! What a sad prison! You ghosts howling graves! You are a group of demons who jumped into hell! Why on earth do you exist? We fly to the west, which is a slaughterhouse. We fly to the east, and the east is the prison. We fly to the south, and the south is the same grave. We fly to the north, and the north is hell. We were born in such a world, so we must learn to cry in the ocean. (2) burn songs! Full! Full! Full! Full! Full! Tears poured down like a waterfall for 500 years. 500 years of tears are like candles. Endless tears, unclean filth, lingering affection, lingering humiliation, where shall we settle down? Ah ah! Our ethereal floating life is like a lonely boat in the sea. The left side is full, and the right side is full. Not in front of the lampstand, not behind the coast. The sail is broken, the wall is broken, the rafters are floating, and the tired boat just groans in the boat. Angry waves are still flooding in the sea. Ah ah! Our ethereal floating life is like a deep dream in this dark night. The front is also sleep, and the back is also sleep, coming like the wind and going like smoke. Come like the wind, go like smoke, sleep in the back, sleep in the front, we just smoke for a while in this sleep. Ah ah! What's the point? What's the point? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Only some sad, troubled, lonely, rotting, dead bodies moving around us, running through our moving dead bodies, ah! Where has the freshness of our youth gone? Where did the sweetness of our youth go? Where did Guanghua go when we were young? Where was our love when we were young? Let's go Let's go Let's go Everything is over, everything is going on. We will go, and so will you. So sad! Trouble! Lonely! Decline! Ah ah! The flames were blazing. The smell is fluffy. It's time. It's time to die Everything outside, everything inside! Everything, everything! Please. Please. (3) Hundred birds sing rock eagle: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, it's my turn to be the space overlord! Peacock: Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, please look at my glory in Hualing! Owl: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? Oh! Where did you get the delicious mouse meat? Dove: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? Look at the happiness of our tame people from now on! Parrot: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, please look at our dance school! Cockcrow: the rise of the new dynasty, the rise of the new dynasty, and the resurrection of the dead light. The spring tide rose, the spring tide rose, and the lifeless universe came back to life. A rising tide lifts all boats, the tide rises and falls, and the dead phoenix is reborn. Phoenix and Ming, we are born again. We were born again. Everything is one, self-improvement, self-improvement. We are him and they are me. I have you, and you have me. I am you. You are me. Fire is a phoenix. Phoenix is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are bright, we are fresh, we are gorgeous, we are fragrant, and everything is integrated and fragrant. Everything, fragrance. Xiang is you and Xiang is me. Xiang is him, Xiang is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are passionate, we love, we are happy and we are harmonious. Everything is integrated and harmonious. Everything is in harmony. Harmony is you and harmony is me. Harmony is him, and harmony is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are lively, we are free, we are full of vitality and we have a long history. First of all, it has a long history. Everything is very long. The dragon is you and the dragon is me. Time is him, time is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We sing, we soar. We soar, we sing. One thing is to sing forever. Everything about a person is often sung. Are you singing? Am I singing? Is he singing? Is the fire singing? Singing is singing! Singing is singing! Can only sing! Can only sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! See also the poems of Xin and You Chunren.
Chang 'an City is narrow and oblique. The Golden Cave is very luxurious. Even a drink suggests getting on the horse, throwing fruit and driving. Deep red lotus seeds are very gorgeous. Fine brocade phoenix flower. You can learn to drink. There's nothing like Luanba.
Taicheng Road (fund-raising) shall be raised.
The late spring tree is far away in Hedong, and it has been soft for ten years. The rainy house is singing, the moon is drunk, and the morning wind is blowing. The stirrup is bitter. In addition to profound knowledge, who pity the lonely shadow. Self-rolling clothes, stone bed lying high and cool.
The mountain is empty, but the sky is eternal. I can't bear to save money if I spend all my past days dreaming. Swallows are empty, chickens are quiet. Don't talk about Chang 'an scenery. Dan Tai Road is round. How can I see Du Xuan in Fang Jing? * * * Li Yaosheng, listen to the outside of the phoenix flower. Poems about Phoenix:/blog/static/12642682009117491935/