Lin's admiration for his death is comfort.

Death is Comfort is a poem by Lin. Originally published in June1947 65438+1October, No.22 of One Stone Telegraph Weekly.

Death is a comfort.

-Lin

They are all connected and can never be opened.

Life is a knot, a knot.

Died a terrible death,

A cloud.

A rope, hold it forever,

Life is like a kite, which rarely flies far.

Death is a river fog,

Fly away in confusion

Long journey, always halfway,

Life is a series of steps, heavy as mud,-

Death is everywhere,

No more hard work.

A stream running day and night,

Life is an escape, always leaving!

You'll only die once,

It's comfort