The blue sky left me, so I lit a fire, to be a friend of fire, to light a fire, to enter a heavy winter night, to light a fire, and to live a better life. Everything given to me during the day, forests, shrubs, wheat fields, vineyards, nests and birds in nests, houses and keys to houses, insects, flowers, fur and joy, I burned. I heard the crackle of the flame, smelled its fragrance and felt its warmth. I am like a boat sinking into closed deep water. I am like a dead man, only lonely. (In order to live here, 19 18)
I'm not alone.
Holding crisp and delicious fresh fruit in my hand and covered with colorful white flowers, I proudly lie in the embrace of sunshine and tease innocent girl happily. The surprise of a drop of rain is more beautiful and faithful than the morning sky. I'm talking about the garden. I'm imagining things, but it's at this moment that I have love (Mcdieuses, 1939).
Drowning man
Stones bounce in the water, and light smoke can't penetrate into the water. Water is like a skin that no one can hurt, but it is caressed by people and fish. The caught fish struggled to hit the water and made a bowstring sound. It is going to die, and it can no longer swallow the air and sunshine of this world. And people also sink to the bottom of the sea for fish or for the hardness and loneliness of soft but always closed water. (beast and man, man and beast, 1920)
Tanny Tien Niu
People can't graze cattle on hay, and hay has no gentle caress. Grass for cows should be as soft as velvet and as sweet as milk. Mom, to children, you are not food, but milk on the grass. The grass in front of the cow is the milk in front of the child. (beast and man, man and beast, 1920)
An unchanging face
Goodbye, sadness, hello, sadness. You are carved on the lines of the ceiling. You are in my loving eyes. You don't mean completely poor, because the poorest people talk about you with a smile on their lips. Hello, sadness, lovely body, love, the power of love, how lovely love appears, like an invisible shadow, disappointed head, beautiful face, sadness. (Current life, 1932)
Gelny's victory.
The miners in the dilapidated houses and the farmers in the fields who endured fire and hunger were rejected, used to the darkness, scolded and beaten, and tasted their faces. Now that you are in darkness, your sacrifice will become a model of death, and your liver will break bread. They want you to spend money to buy the earth and the blue sky. You have to pay them for drinking water, sleeping and the poverty you live in. They said they were willing to live in peace. They distribute rations to the strong, judge children and give alms. A copper coin is also broken in half. Every move is polite and considerate. They are stubborn and exaggerated. They are not like us. Women and children have the same treasures, that is, green leaves, spring and pure milk, as well as the eternal eyes in their pure eyes. Women and children have the same treasure in their eyes. Men should try their best to defend women and children. They all have the same roses in their eyes, and everyone shows fear of life and death. The courage to live and die is so hard and so easy to die. This treasure is praised for men. This treasure is a waste for men. A real man, for your disappointment, it breeds the fire of hope and can devour everything. Let's advance the seeds of the future together. Dalits, death, the ugliness of the land and our enemies all bear the monotonous color of our night. We are sure to beat them. (Natural tap water, 1938)
phoenix
Phoenix is a pair of lovers-Adam and Eve-the first but not the last. I am the last passer-by on your road, the last spring, the last snow and the last battle for survival. Look, we are lower than ever and higher than ever. Everything in our fire has pine cones. There are better grape branches and flowers than running water, mud and dew. There is a fire under your feet and a fire bug on your head. Birds and people will fly under our feet, and the flying birds will soon land in the clear sky. The earth was gloomy, but black smoke rose into the sky, and the sky lost all its light. The flame stays on earth. Flame is the cloud of the soul. Flame is a tributary of all blood. It sings our tune. It drove away the water vapor in our winter, and the disgusting sadness burned in the night. The ashes turned into happy and beautiful flowers. We always turn our backs on the west, and everything is covered with the color of dawn (Phoenix, 195 1).
Ode to peace
All happy women meet their men again-men are coming back from the sun, so they bring so much warmth. He smiled first, and then said softly, hello? Then hug and kiss his baby. Friends are everywhere, ha, friends! Why don't you sit around the round table with your wife and children, ha, friends! My child is very headstrong-he gives vent to all his eccentricities. I am another clever and naughty boy. He makes me laugh and keeps me laughing. Work! My finger work and mental work, sacred work, are all hard work, my life, our daily hope and the food we love. Work! Beautiful lover, we want to see your milk bloom like a white rose; Beautiful lover, you should be a mother quickly and have a baby in my image. For a long time, I had a useless face, but now, I have a face that can make my beloved face happy. The flowers of fruit trees light up my garden, beautiful trees and fruit trees. I work alone in the garden, and the sun burns my hands with black flames. (Ode to Peace, 19 18)
Catalogue of selected poems
1. The theme of Ai Lvya's poems. Responsibility and uneasiness 3. Animals and their people. Necessities of life. Exercise 6. Immortal death 7. The capital of pain 8. Taboo knowledge 9. Love and Poetry 10. Loyalty 1 1. Life 12. Public * *. Up 13. Easy-going articles 14. Elegant eyes 15. Free hand 16. Open the book 17. Bed box 18. Poetry and truth 19. Political poetry anthology 20. Time flies 265438. 23. Appreciate the collection 24. Leda, article 25 Greece, my flower of reason. Endless poems 27. Picasso, freelance teacher 28. Moral highlights 29. Phoenix article
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