( 1)
The pursuit of happiness
I'll invite it in.
Like a reunited friend
but
I'll tell you it's in the wrong place
(2)
friend
You should follow the direction of the dark clouds crying.
Cross the river of blood
You can put those innocent refugees
Take it to any corner of the world.
Cave, crypt, seabed
Even if you live like a reptile
As long as you didn't hear Willie's gunshots.
friend
You can also follow the melancholy stars.
Climb over barren hills
I saw a group of children behind the hill.
No need to bring McDonald's or KFC.
Bring flour, cotton-padded clothes and spring breeze.
By the way, bring the crayons I gave them
Teach them to draw beautiful dreams.
friend
That boring nursing home
You can also stay for a while.
Maybe you don't need to bring anything.
Listen patiently.
Listen to their nagging about the lost time.
Have time to go back to the bustling Cross Street.
Take a look at the vagrants in the city
Most people can meet stray cats and dogs.
Can you sing a song that lets loneliness slip away quietly?
friend
Those powerful families.
You might as well take a walk.
If you smell the blood of those buildings,
Leave the bottle you brought from heaven.
Pure water that can purify the soul.
(3)
Let me walk you away, my friend.
Do you remember?
My ten-square-meter cabin
Soft Simmons
Warm cotton mattress
Delicious steamed bread
hot dishes
Warm a pot of rice wine
Light a cigarette
Soak in a cup of four seasons spring
The window is bright.
When I woke up in the morning,
Look at the unfathomable sky.
Thinking about an old dream that hasn't died yet.
I am filled with joy.
Please don't forget that your limbs are sound.
You can always sing and dance to your heart's content
You can take unforgettable moments.
You can volunteer where you need help.
You can go to the place where your daughter feels happy with you.
Now I am writing free poems with excitement.
Really, I've always been happy.