Dunzhe Ling
There is a lion in my pocket.
Xi is obviously not a grassland.
Lions are restless
I'm upset, too.
I saw a girl on the overpass that day.
The socks she sells are as blue as the sky
I bought two pairs.
One for the lion.
Give yourself a pair.
But I've been standing by the bridge.
I looked at her from a distance.
The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.
The lion in my pocket is also ready to move.
Finally, I didn't give her the lion.
She is so beautiful.
I don't want to scare her.
When she closed the door and left,
The lion and I dressed her in socks as blue as the sky.
Keep each other silent
There is absolutely no meaning of yelling at night.
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.
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I am a big lion.
I remembered the little ant who once saved me.
Too weak
Bite off the rope tied to me
I'm most afraid of hunters' guns.
Almost killed me.
Accidentally fall into a trap
Be caught by a hunter
A group of people gathered around.
Tie me to a big tree
Fortunately, with that little ant.
I'm free again.
Reunion with my wife and children
Ruo decree by destiny
I hope to see that little ant again.
I took my family with me.
Will leave here soon.
Danger can't stay here for long.
Thirty-six plans are the best policy.