Yes, I used to be like these short branches on the ground.
I used to be like these short branches on the ground, useless.
Sunshine passes through every day, and there is not much time to stay.
Occasionally, fresh air lives on it, but not for long.
If birds didn't build houses,
If it is not found immediately on the day of nesting,
It's really useless to throw it on the ground all your life.
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These visible
What is visible cannot bear what is invisible.
Houses, trees and cities have changed their styles after thousands of years of changes.
But it will rot one day.
Now the food I eat, the juice I drink,
It eats and drinks with my body,
These are all visible, so they will rot one day.
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At o' b's house
Look at my mother. She has worked in the fields all her life.
Now she is old.
The plump figure of girlhood now has only a little smile.
When she went to O.B. and SHARRY's house,
They all hugged her,
Stick a happy face on my mother's old face.
They also sing to my mother,
Talk to my mother.
My mother has been dealing with green grass all her life, and there has never been such a moment.
But she's with the obstetrician, with Sally,
It's not like I don't understand a word.
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For them. They don't know.
It's easy to give water to thirsty people.
Clothes for orphans, bread for hungry people,
All this is really not enough.
Those who ambushed us,
Those who prepare swords in the dark,
They don't want clothes, water and bread.
They don't know clothes, water and bread.
They don't know who gave clothes, water and bread that day.
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Get back what you lost before
I like youth, love and poetry best.
I grew up eating these things.
I eat it every day, with or without company.
I eat it every day, but I am still old and lonely, and my taste is spoiled.
But today, when I moved all this away,
Wash out all the food eaten inside,
These things I like very much,
I think if I don't eat from now on, I can't live.
I am alive, and I am actually living well.
I live as if I had never eaten them.
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Death is a trivial matter.
This is the case when flowers bloom, and so is the case when flowers wither.
Its happiness is just a blink of an eye,
Glory in the wind is a lifetime.
Don't say it when it blooms, the people who love it say it themselves.
Thank you when you should, don't be afraid and don't keep it.
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Interface of wind
What I admire most in the world is the wind.
It's the most talkative thing I've ever seen
I envy it, as soon as it opens its mouth, the tree will understand.
The leaves above, shake your head and nod.
When it talks to the wall, there is also a tightly protected wall.
No brick can understand it,
It's not weird, wait,
It will only explode at will.
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I am here
I have been in this room for many years.
No matter which direction I look, all I can see is the wall.
The wall is getting thicker and thicker, and the loneliness is getting higher and higher.
I know they are all trying to protect me.
Because I'm not suitable for the big environment,
You can't wait in silence on a windy day.
Every night, I open the window,
Say: I am here, I am here.
Having said that, I can sleep in peace.
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break away from
Beauty, strings, suffering, these are the most precious,
She wants to give them away and hang them high.
She saw a tree with roots and branches.
All the green leaves on it are flashing.
She saw the branches inside again, without shaking.
She loved this branch so much that she hung the most precious one on it.
This branch withered before winter came.
All her hopes were dashed.
Because of the wrong dependence, all her hopes fell to the ground.
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ladder
He has done the most good things in the world,
So the world regards him as a good man.
He sends sickles to the people on the left and ladders to the people on the right every day.
How glad he is that the world regards him as a good man.
He who has the sickle is the vine that was cut down.
It is all over forests and mountains.
The man who got the ladder climbed over the wall of the neighbor's yard,
Turn around and rummage through his home.
In spite of this, he still does good deeds.
I don't believe it is a sin to build a ladder for others.
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Night helps me calm down.
When night falls, everything is dark.
It's like there's nothing in front of you
It seems that everything is over, and everything is not my own.
Even this body is not your own.
Why light the lamp?
Let's see what we shouldn't.
Night is my comfort and grace.
Night helps me calm down and enjoy peace.
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gift
Every morning, when I wake up,
Everyone heard a voice say to me: Hold out your hand.
The sun shone all over the ground and fell on my hands.
A breeze blew and turned my arm into a willow branch.
What you can't see with your eyes and touch with your hands,
You gave it to me as a gift.
How gentle I accepted it!
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Because of a flower
I finally saw a flower on the road.
Covered with dust, but it also glows.
So crowded and desolate,
The stars will not come to have a look, and the birds will not stop here.
People walk around pretending that they don't need these things.
Because seeing this flower,
I began to like what I was doing.
The people who live here are still beautiful.
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I have seen this world before.
I didn't think the world was like this before.
I used to look at the moon in front of my bed, but the light outside the window was all dark.
The day surrounds me like midnight.
I fell asleep without seeing anything shiny.
Dreams in sleep are also dark.
It's different now: wherever I go, light surrounds me back and forth.
You said, let there be light. There is light.
How much you value light.
When I saw that everything was bright,
You just know that you didn't create light for the sake of light.
You created light just to make me happy and let me see.
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No one is closer to me than you.
Please reach out and put your hand on me.
Please let my tears flow in front of you.
Please smile at me,
Say the sweetest thing to me.
Please tell me yourself that I am in your arms.
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Concentrate on waiting
If you don't give me light, I will be blind.
If you don't give me air, my breathing will be interrupted.
I visited you more than once, saw you and touched you.
My heart is silent during the day,
At night, concentrate on waiting.
Sparrows spread their wings and slept soundly under the eaves, but I didn't sleep.
I heard the sound of branches sprouting outside.
Your steps are like showers, lighter than those in bud.
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The Sabbath allows me to see.
For many days, dense clouds and darkness hung over us.
Clouds were gathering all around, which completely obscured my view.
I said: Yun, please go away.
It won't disappear.
It approached like an enemy.
It flooded the earth and me like a flood.
Although I am struggling and escaping,
But I feel like grass, still in place.
How limited my inner strength is!
When I was lying on the ground,
When I am lying on the ground, I neither struggle nor run away.
Then I saw how far Miyun was from me.
It's like lying and conspiring to leave us.
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foundation stone
Summer is over,
I saw a very common grass mold,
It blooms and bears fruit,
The mission of a lifetime has been completed.
Its leaves began to wither, and even its roots seemed to be lost.
Even the surrounding land has dried up.
I looked at it,
Pointing to its dying appearance, he said:
You sprouted. It sprouted.
You have blossomed. It's blossoming.
My letter is there, and it testifies for me.
It also knows that my letter is true.
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field of vision
It was late at night, and I sat by the window alone.
I saw the moon covered by a big dark cloud.
Dark clouds are not only dense, but also more and more.
The light of the moon seems a little.
Standing on the ground, I thought the dark clouds were coming to block the moonlight.
I even thought the dark clouds robbed the moon.
People standing in the sky don't see it that way.
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Travel to the ends of the earth
I have traveled all over the world, but I have never seen your home.
But I said to myself: I have traveled all over the world.
But your tent follows me.
You washed my feet with seawater, and burned my waist with a beam of light.
You can walk in front of me, behind me, above me and inside me.
I used to live with the world, and I didn't know that help came from you.
I once drank tears,
I play piano, but I don't know who to listen to.
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Sunday
I sing, break cakes and drink.
Because I sang children's songs for a while, I became a person with songs to sing.
Because I broke the bread and tasted it,
So I'm no longer thirsty or hungry,
Therefore, I can't live without this bread and this wine.
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Lily in the field
I once moved the plow to the river,
Bring comfort to cultivated land.
Although it was Sunday, I forced the cows to eat grass and forced the earth to wake up in the morning.
I'm not as happy as a lily,
Today, the sun is shining, and tomorrow, the petals will dry up.
How long are the dry days,
But it goes to sleep with dryness and looks up.
When I came to the river,
I want to be a lily wholeheartedly.
The cows are around me, and they are eating grass themselves.
Crops are sleeping around us.
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When I was in the wilderness
I lived on the ground for many days,
I used to walk by blind people.
I once crossed the water, and it overflowed my neck, my forehead,
Walking through the fire, the torch turned me into hay.
Since you said: Don't be afraid, because I am with you.
When I am in the wilderness, I am not afraid.
The water watered me and the willows by the stream.
Fire won't hurt me, and wild animals won't despise me.
They know I'm not alone.
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Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem, may all my sorrows be before you,
Even if I have nothing to do with you.
I'm not anyone born two thousand years ago.
I know nothing about your past glory.
But we know from the Bible that a woman who leaks blood,
Touch your clothes with your own hands, and you will recover.
Sinners wash your feet with tears and anoint you with perfume.
Born blind, sitting on the ground begging,
He walked past you and opened his eyes.
This is good news, but it is also accompanied by a trap.
O Jerusalem, you have given birth to the Son of Man and delivered him up.
When he was crucified, when he was flogged and humiliated,
The earth has become unclean with its inhabitants.
The curtain in the temple was torn down.
You are as strong as Mount Zion, but now you are full of evil thoughts.
The Gethsemane Garden, which is still there,
It is accompanied by great sadness.
In the day of his distress, the face of the Son of Man was changed.
He was exalted with great glory, at the right hand of the Father.
Jerusalem, Salem, the groom, wearing a crown,
Looking from heaven, he saw that the land was like a cake with mildew.
Repent, O Jerusalem, and purify yourself.
The groom said he would come, but he didn't say when.
He was holding a bright white linen dress,
He wants to marry you as a bride, but when can you wear it?
Selected from the Poetry Life Forum
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Thirsty earth
On the thirsty land, new leaves are walking instead of roots.
Spring planting over and over again?
Farewell to the den of pain; ?
Why am I sleepy? Sleepy eyelashes?
It can neither protect me nor improve my distressed body. ?
Material and love, like waves, have been entangled. ?
But I also want to reach out and let my feet stay at the starting point?
Let the escaped ants fall into chaos. ?
Life and death change clothes quickly?
Are the people who wash each other by the cold water pool still sleeping?
And my mother is old, and my father will never wake up. ?
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Silence?
The future draws on my health in advance, my crowded heart?
Who will prove what I'm going through now?
Raise the lamp for me and untie my sad nepotism.
I still, with my stupid fingertips?
Lying about the fate of dancing with long sleeves?
One day I will shout like a train?
Like getting out of the stable and reliving hunger and slavery?
The real source near the secret starting point?
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When March comes again?
The huge ears of wheat change their posture in the gloom?
Use the waist to occupy the favorable terrain of self. ?
Come back in March, will the power of weeds echo it?
How real is it, like the double back of language?
Two magic lamps sailed into the night. ?
Faith is not material, invisible?
I picked up the casual gravel under my feet. ?
Nature's kindness; The boldness of clouds defiles half the sky of women?
Ice water is a local reality of air, and they whisper to each other?
Let me know about my life experience:
Because of wandering, and exile, and abandoned?
Butterfly wings tremble in the air, like frightened souls. ?
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Behavior life?
I am an idea in a black-and-white image.
The accident that happened one night was ignored. ?
Familiar crickets, familiar sparrows,
They know my fat and thin body.
In a strange storm of happiness?
Singing about my normal life in the sun. ?
My weak body gives in easily.
So many years have passed; Passion and purity on the face?
Like a meteor.-Yeah, right?
I have to. Nobody knows I'm struggling?
Every night, I am like an poplar tree?
Create a blank around the desert; ?
Two diametrically opposed fates are fighting for my soul:
The middle ones, the first ones?
Pull me closer, confess, and wear me through one by one. ?
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Overture and nostalgia?
I love this mountain and its reflection?
That beautiful thing has been loved twice by me;
Clean, moist, rock-and-roll arms?
A strong body during the day hides the secrets and seeds of the night. ?
I am alone, but not just. ?
The long river flowing through the deep valley stopped?
The fresh air I breathe brings me into fantasy?
The reality of this moment. ?
Night is like a jade pool swinging around me?
Whispering lips forget the dark other world?
So I saw fruit trees on my way home at night?
With the plain: the eyes of the river are eager to echo the top of the mountain. ?
I am a believer in chanting. I'm with the sacrifice?
Something important seems to have happened.
But I'm so heavy and drunk?
I didn't make faith last longer than pain?
Unless you give me two sharp axes and two tails:
Unless there is a bigger order?
Maintaining the emptiness and rhythm of the night. ?
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A warm cat?
Drive them away: the cat turned from the old road, warm with your thoughts. ?
Draw a fish for you with tears all morning at the dock?
The shape of water, you want to lift a iron ruler?
Get rid of them ?
The truth is so small, like the mountain beyond the mountain. ?
From top to bottom, the fruit declines first and then slips. ?
Too blind. Francesca on the covered bridge is like a lovely snow.
On the pillows of all middle-aged women. ?
You lick wine with the tip of your tongue and sell it with your tongue. What do you want at the critical moment?
Learn to use absolute anti-extremes. ?
Until my youth let you exchange an oil lamp in your later years. ?
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A hand in the dark
One hand of the night climbed the stairs in front of my house. ?
It only takes an hour to find my breath along the door lock. ?
The blind man in love is the person who touched the back of the chair at night before you; Mess up your hair.
Like a dead thing, it actually grows a rough cortex. ?
You use tentacles instead of light to run gloriously on your own track. ?
You are like a fine needle, passing through the core of my desire and sewing it in?
Donnie Dakota's respect for the body. ?
You dismembered my integrity in hell with the reputation of being blind.
The pupil of the eye was taken out and the tongue was cut out of the throat; ?
Vision and hearing sink in meaning because of the imperfection of color and language. ?
The soul is the carrier of the soul, and I am my enemy. ?
At this time, I looked at each other like a group of awakened children, showing?
The most important step of walking
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