I flow through this land.
rise
I originated from a dream.
An ancient dream
The mountain is sleeping.
Dream is a river.
Flow clearly through the past
Memories are like mountains flowing through solid masses.
It seems that I was born unconsciously.
The sun is warm and the snow is warm.
Snow-covered peaks are flashing.
The water is cold.
Gathered in the echo of the valley
When the thunderstorm season
Lightning broke my slow rhythm.
passionate
Mountains and valleys, echoing my melody.
throughout the year
The sky looks down clearly.
The jungle on both sides of me has become rugged.
Spend winter and summer.
There are also years of life and death in this stone.
I put the secret of harvest
Carved on the rock wall
Moss covered the peeling words.
Like a green memory
Boulders on the river
My condensed anger
Accumulate over time.
This matter has been in my mind for a long time.
Let the past look back with melancholy.
A song that evokes meditation.
Quiet sadness is accompanied by water.
Leave a moment of scenery at each ferry.
I didn't know until then.
For the sake of hot land
My throat is dry.
From atrium to atrium
The morning when lilacs are fragrant.
At dusk, the season of red leaves falling.
I walked through the sunshine and the shade of mountain peaks.
Towards life
Even though the land around me is cold.
The heavy snow flooded the mountain peak.
I put the golden water still.
Dedicated to the morning sun
Dedicated to the sunny sky
A set of golden melodies
The echo echoed in the vast mountains.
Have eternal faith
My body flows in my life.
Towards the place where the sun rises
Put moisture in the air
Fog dispersed by wind and sunlight
Pakistan water
Dry land, among the green leaves.
Fruit swaying in the wind
year
What will I tell the years?
Tell a painful story that old people and children simply can't get along.
Tell the history of the separation of labor and knowledge.
Tell the story of love falling apart in the withering.
Like a sad face in autumn
Tell me about my experience, my memory.
My song of life and death
Like a gentle touch
I, flow through this land
People who love me live on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
When the flames are consciously flashing around me
Turn over black soil
Seeds germinate in the heart first.
Continue to dig and create
But accumulated selfish desires and planted hatred.
From then on, drive away evil spirits.
In people's sweat, they found their place.
In the process of cutting, sintering, collapsing and casting
Built himself a golden palace.
Temple after temple
This seems to have become history.
From incense to bell
Reminds people of pilgrims on a pilgrimage.
People who waded past and looked sad.
Leave history behind
A history full of hope and begging.
A brief history
In a short time, people have no time to think.
I mean, every generation's self-thinking
Ignorance piled up into a difficult mountain.
Depression makes great men unwilling to look back.
As a river
I respect the hard work gathered in the harvest.
Smoke rises and people beg weakly.
For survival and hope
Why can't we seek sacred idols?
This land grows pasture and crops.
It is by no means the people's fault that they are barren.
On the river bank that I built a thousand times.
It has also cast all the feelings between me and this nation.
In the face of these years that are closely related to me.
What will I talk about?
Tell me about temples that have long lost their luster.
At dusk, bats are still weaving their webs.
Tell about the people who live in my arms.
Endless pain
My mother's crying makes me fidget.
It's not that there are no good days
Sunlight plays with the river.
Those naked children on the shore
Suntanned truant.
In the cicada singing
I seem to recognize the bell for class.
Climb the branches in spring
These geese fly to the south.
The crops paid me a heavy tribute.
The moon is golden when it rises in August.
The joy of victory, the drum makes a deafening sound.
More passionate than guns.
Sacrifice and love of heroes
Dissipate with the passage of time
Once again, I fell into hope and begged in cigarette smoke.
Why should a nation's character be brewed like this?
Anger makes my water flow.
It won't freeze in winter.
Due to years of begging.
Become sacred.
Burning in the blood of countless heroes
Like clusters of bonfires on a cold night.
For the painful loss
For the endless pursuit of today and the future.
Warm in this rigid land.
Is quietly emerging.
expect
I come from far away places.
Entrusted by Dashan
With the enthusiasm of this land
Flowing to the sea
There are several mornings.
People walked past me.
For the general wishes of children.
With wishes you never knew.
Crossing the boundary of writing of red willow, sea and land.
Where the beach extends.
Toward the sun
Leave endless footprints.
The sea whispers
Tell people an old story.
Give infinite love.
I quietly merged into the embrace of the sea.
Like a tired child
Sleeping in the mother's breath
Gently took away my imagination.
There are so many myths and legends.
Leaving only the swaying sea
Only tides, only ocean currents.
Only its eternal mood.
Full of me
Feelings are soaked in seawater.
Tears are salty, too
In the soft waves
I'm drunk.
Let me belong to the sea
I will be a boundless wave.
From all the straits and estuaries
Welcome rivers from all directions.
What did they bring?
Hope from every country
From poverty, ignorance, narrowness and pain
Rising hope
Let the wars and sufferings around us become history.
Words that smell like ink
Let's belong to the sea
Let our shouts splash in the waves
Hit a rock
Spread in the circle of seagulls and fishing boats
A storm that swept across the island
The land is drifting.
Let's belong to the sea
Blue eyes belonging to the earth
Let's inject passionate eyes into the future.
Inject stars
Inject hope into the future.
faraway place
The stars are twinkling and the air is floating.
A river is flowing.
1979 April to July
Lin Mang's poetry anthology "I Flowed Through This Land" and "Eternal Moment" The Night of Melting Snow.
Snow melting night
snow
Gradually retreat to the shade of the house.
In a vast expanse of whiteness
Draw traces of cold and warm.
Draw thick curtains
Life retreats to its own corner.
a painting
A child gently lifted the sea.
Look for the person who lights the candle first.
This quiet fantasy
Full of burning desire
You're the kid.
From a distant afternoon
A tunnel through time
Waving silver on a moonlit night
It seems that the whole century is silently looking forward to it.
Its arrival made the snow covered with branches collapse instantly.
A white nude.
A fog
The long past has suddenly shrunk.
Into a small review.
This snowmelt night
Not every house can hear the sound of falling into the water.
Through the spiritual bond established with each other
I long for naked, golden and mature enthusiasm.
Life is like falling snowflakes.
Feel your choice in the warm solution.