The motherland, or using dreams as horses
Haizi
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And a short-term lover of material< /p>
Like all poets who use dreams as horses
I have to walk on the same road as martyrs and clowns
Ten thousand people The fire must be extinguished, and I will hold this fire high alone
Hold the fire high
This fire will bloom in the sacred motherland
And all who dream of it Like a poet who is a horse
I use this fire to spend the dark nights of my life
This fire is the language of the great motherland and the Liangshan City built with rocks
Village
Dunhuang, where dreams come first - it will be cold even in July
The bones
are like snow-white firewood and hard strips of white snow Horizontal
Place it on the Mountain of the Gods
Like all poets who use dreams as horses
I throw myself into this fire. These three are the lamps that imprison me
Spit out the brilliance
Everyone must walk through my knife to build the motherland
Language
I am willing to start everything from scratch
< p>Like those poets who use dreams as horsesI would also like to sit through the bottom of the prison
Among the creations of the gods, I am the most perishable and immortal
The irresistible speed of death
Only food is my treasure and I hug her tightly
Hold her and give birth to children in my hometown
Like all poets who use dreams as horses
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding high mountains
Watch the peaceful home
Facing the river I am infinitely ashamed
My years have been wasted and I am tired
Like all the poets who use dreams as horses
Time passes without leaving a drop, but there is a horse in every drop of water.
The horse dies
Thousands of years later I will be reborn on the river bank of my motherland
Thousands of years later I will own the rice fields of China again
And the Zhou Emperor's snow-capped Pegasus horse kick
I choose an eternal career
My career is to become the sun's life
He has been from ancient times to the present——- "Sun"——He is extremely brilliant
Incomparably bright
Like all poets who use dreams as horses
In the end I was carried by the gods at dusk Into the Immortal Sun
The sun is my name
The sun is my life
The top of the sun buries the corpse of poetry————Thousand
The Nian Kingdom and Me
Riding a five-thousand-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "horse"
————I will definitely fail
But the poem itself says that the sun will surely win