I'm busy,
I'm busy,
I was busy shaking the torch,
I'm busy shaping myself,
I'm busy moving drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.
I'm busy making happiness predictions,
I'm busy interviewing the truth,
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life to the battlefield,
I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.
Until one day I died,
Like the tail color of sleeping in a smiling pond,
I'll turn off the lights and rest,
I just had a beautiful finish,
For example, a book of poems;
Cover my land,
This is the cover of that book of poems.
I'm busy,
I'm busy.
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The Source of Poetry (Ten Poems)
1 dusk
My silence rang Miller's late bell on the wall,
The holy one who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.
Ignore the sly look of that lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
2 road
Wheels, horseshoes, flashing horns, hunting flags,
The will not tired is forward.
Why complain about innocent shoes?
You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.
3 expectation
Every silver raindrop is a beating word,
Crazy lightning is the headline of a group of people.
Wake up from the threshold of the night and turn off the black cat of dreams.
Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunshine news for me.
Four clouds
Don't walk in my blue sky again
My pigeon once told you: I am not a believer in art gallery school.
See how I abuse the queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand that this season should make the fruit ripen quickly.
5 summer
White heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer.
Falling. Falling. The weight of blood clan love.
When the phoenix flies into the blazing fire,
Why, I have to sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool.
Six birds
Fly into the poems of old Indian poets, jump into the palm of the Persian queen,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater,
There is no port for me in Penguin Country of France.
7 diaries
Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller's robber, Nietzsche's superman.
Today, the sun is shining. Polish the eyes of the camera,
Shoot Van Gogh's sunflower, Rodin's spring.
8 lies
There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.
Owl, don't laugh.
Some girls suck water in the desert,
Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness.
9 confession
My faith can't be imprisoned in an underground kiln in Zantigan.
Counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.
On judgment day, the prodigal son climbed home,
If the wheat doesn't die, where can we collect the land and grain?
10 tears
The lullaby injected too much mist into the blood vessels in the cradle.
I woke up today and realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.
A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.
The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.
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homesickness
In the past, I was a king, happy and rich.
The princess next door is my beautiful wife.
We harvest the pearls of sorghum and the gems of corn.
And gold paper hanging on the old elm tree.
What about now? Now I'm broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my brain anemic.
Standing on the crazy street,
I don't know where to go.
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Hanging stars
Gently, I want to gently
With a silver paper cutter
Cut the veins of the blue river,
Let melancholy and sadness
Full of anger.
Facing a dying star,
I forgot the tears on my face.
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Flowers and fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruit is the most touching book,
When they play in spring and publish in autumn,
My days are timed by a timer,
Bite and wring mercilessly;
Fragments of my heart are scattered in court,
My sigh rang out from under the steps.
I hope you like it.