Ancient poems about living conditions

Life and Death

——Spirit Escaper

I am not a child in front of time

I am growing up day by day

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There is a heavy fog in front of time

The past time is clear

I am thinking about how much time has passed in the past

It must be a woman Then one woman grows old

One man after another must shrink

They are just like me

Being desolate when it should be desolate

< p>Be passionate when you should be passionate

In this case, I dare not gaze even more

Staring at the tenderness of a baby

Gazing at the beauty and playfulness of a woman

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Gazing at a man's solid physique

A simple truth is -

The continuation that makes up this world is either life or death

But I never believe this is reincarnation

What is dead is dead

What is new is new

Even they themselves have no way of knowing the boundaries between them< /p>

The leaves blown by the autumn wind

Blowed forever

The leaves of the coming year

With new sunshine and rain

< p>When the sun shines

I still dare not stare at all the shining things

Especially the silent eyes

Especially the gentle shadows

These will all go down the mountain all at once, dim

Leaving long tears of blood

It is carved into my feet like nails

I carry it with me before OK

I'm not a child

So I won't curse time

I won't curse things that happen over time

I understand Incomprehensible meaning

I accept all judgments from the universe

It does not know that the object of judgment is me

But I remember it deeply< /p>

We come from a boundless place

This place is not about sin and happiness

But as a person who understands consciousness

I hold it in my mouth Tears

I hold all the blood of the past in my mouth

I hold all the years and tenderness of women

I hold all the strength and impulse of men< /p>

With a choked but unyielding tone

Tell all the people like me

A very simple truth is -

Let The continuation of this world is either death or life

I am the living me now

I am now the singer of time!

Appreciation of Works

Obviously "Life and Death" is a first-hand philosophical poem. "A simple truth is - what keeps this world going is either death or life." This is what the work repeatedly tells us. But the author added: "I don't believe this is reincarnation." This is a decisive and rigorous approach to life. It also reflects the author's attitude towards life. That's "I am the living me now." "I am the singer of time now." That's what matters.

Excerpted from the works of an independent scholar, poet, writer, and famous Chinese scholar.