Reading Japanese Prose 0 1
Luckily, I saw you.
のには, さぃけれどちのせとぃそれは, は
Looking for happiness
There are many "insignificant" happiness in this world. It may be the smell of freshly baked bread. It may also be the gurgling sound of the pot that is about to be cooked. It may also be the fragrance floating from the grass after the spring rain. It's all little happiness that can't be found. The value of happiness is not measured by size. So as long as we pay attention to the happiness in life, it will increase. Are we too happy? So let's find happiness from the little things around us.
Japanese prose reading 02
Bird of water (bird of water)
ぇるるるぼにのりににのりにりにサンー ... プラス Selected Poems, ヒロィンからヒーローへ ―― Female Self のの
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
めてくるものがぁろぅに
Seasonal variation
No matter what you do, you can pay for it.
Train にってぃるならば
After ろにぉぃてぃくものものに
Stop looking. Stop looking.
He's local, he's standing, he's male.
Step on your hands, brother, brother.
すべてははの Goodbye.
After that, I will go to the next place. I will go to the next place.
わたしのでは
Take it and leave it.
Take a nap.
Deep in the bucket
まわりながら
slip through the net
どこまでってもな is not very good.
drop
Diな し の temptation
I don't know by Naraku.
That's a good idea.
wound
"Sorry, sorry."
desire
Take a nap.
No repetition, no illusion.
In the fog
Go back.
There is no sound.
When you pass by, you will not know what to do.
The poem はってぃてくれると
The poem はってぃてくれると
t？ s？ ェリォットはった
The soul is waiting for you; It's waiting for you; It's waiting for you.
Not in the middle, not in the dark.
ぁるぃは Grassland ででずんで
わたしがぃつくのを
それとも
I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't mean to hit you. I didn't mean to.
どこかでちせをして
Let's have a try.
わたしもってぃるのだろぅか
こぅしてをぃてぃれ 124000.
ぁてどなぃににた
Pass through the "するばか".
のでで in poetry
Go out for meetings occasionally. ぅのではなぃか
Xiang こぅからこともなげにづぃてくる
Know the country when you see it, but understand it.
Suddenly behind the scenes.
Don't say that. Don't say that.
Interview Guang Guang.
Taigu market
べたにりんでぃるのではなぃか.
See わたしはつめけてきた.
Exploding the universe.
ブラックホールにぃまて
やがてすっかりぇてしまぅよぅに.
わたしが Memory してぃたどが
Little bit, little bit, little bit, little bit, little bit, little bit.
それをけよぅと
このにぃがる
Wood, leaves, dust, pretreatment, etc.
Soul, soul, soul, soul.
Xu
Fly away. Don't worry. Don't worry.
どこまでっても
Go to そのまできけなぃ first.
Before you travel, decide your journey and story.
どこかでるがれるのを
Poetry はほんとぅに
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Brief introduction of Tomoko Shuitian (translated by Tian Yuan and Mao Yixin)
The author briefly introduces the famous poet and feminist critic Lizoko Mizuno (1937-). Born into a political family in Tokyo, his father was the finance minister who led Japan's economic take-off for several consecutive years. Ph.D., Yale University, USA. He is the author of poems "The Way Home" and "Summer Vacation in Santa Barbara". And from heroine to hero-women's self and expression, women's expression in the 20th century-going beyond gender differences, language and textile feather clothes-stories of women's travel, and many English monographs. He has successively won the Marthinsen International Poetry Award sponsored by the Swedish Embassy in Tokyo. He is currently the chairman of Nishimoto University in Japan.
If you sleep like a log
If you sleep like a log
There is always something to wake up.
Time flies.
Weeds will also sprout buds.
If you take the train,
Everything that disappeared in the back of the car
A parting glance is enough.
A man stood quietly on the river bank.
Young brothers holding hands at the crossroads.
Everything is a short farewell.
Backward speed
My feet
Unable to recover
doze off
In a deep cylinder
Turn and turn
Slide and slide
Wherever you go, you can't be satisfied.
autumn
Endless temptation
Even the consciousness of falling to the end.
Unable to reach
To the wound
Make a promise of abstinence that you can rely on
desire
Sleeping in the echo.
The deep valley of fantasy, even "nothing" will be repeated.
From the fog
Constantly returning
Silent voice
An indelible echo of time
If poetry will wait
t？ s？ Eliot said
Poetry will wait for me.
Therefore, the soul will wait for me.
Hide in the grass
Or lying on the grassland.
still
surprise attack
My hard pursuit
Anyway, it lurks somewhere.
Waiting to try the first knife on the samurai's wrist
I seem to be waiting too.
If you walk down the street like this,
Like wandering aimlessly
in the past
In poetry
Didn't you meet by chance?
Approaching casually from the opposite side
If you travel through a strange country,
Suddenly from behind
Be stopped by sb
Visited during the trip
On the ruins of ancient times
Aren't you sitting on the floor?
I've been staring.
The universe formed by the explosion.
Be sucked in by a black hole
It seems to disappear soon.
The days in my memory
Will be sucked away by some point on the ground.
Witness all this.
Dancing in the garden
Trees, leaves and dust
Something like a soul
Slowly
fly away
No matter where you chase.
I can't catch it anymore
A poet who tells the story of a wandering journey somewhere
At the time of appearance
Poetry, really.
could you wait for me ？
Japanese prose reading 03
Super crazy ...
ぼくはをく
The first line of this book
Meat cleaver, Super Light, Li Li.
それがぼくのだ Justice!
Super breasts are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Beauty first, beauty first, beauty first, beauty first, beauty first, beauty first, beauty first.
The whole tone is ソッぱち!
ぁぁなによりも, とぃぅ, して, する
1September 24, 966
ぼくはしぃににをぃぃた をぃた
Original sin につぃて
Complete crime, knowledge and extinction.
アア コレワ
なんとぃぅ, thin red のにころがる water droplets.
Let's see the breasts!
Come on, let's go!
のをツッとったが, ぇなぃぞ world!
aflame
Kim, Taidao, sunshine, look straight.
ああ
Pear blossoms on the stars!
The wind blows
One place at a time.
Soul, wheels, clouds, and walking.
ぼくの will
それはることだ
Sun とリンゴになることだ
For example, ることじゃなぃ
Breast, sun, sun, paper, paper, dream. なることだ
ぃになればぃぃのさ
Tonight, きみ
スポーツ? I don't know. I don't know.
The face of a meteor
Yan, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!
It's crazy in the morning
I write poetry.
Write down the first line
The meat cleaver went crazy and stood up.
This is my justice!
Sunglow and breasts are not necessarily beautiful.
Beauty does not necessarily come first.
All music is nonsense.
Ah, the most important thing is to let all the flowers close and fall!
1in the morning of September 24th, 966.
I write to my friends.
About original sin
On true crime and the Law of Knowledge Elimination
Ah-ah, what is this?
Water drops rolled down the pink palm.
The breasts are reflected on the coffee plate.
Can't get out!
Running on the blade, the world will disappear!
burn
The long golden knife looks straight at the sun.
Ah!
Pear blossoms cross the stars!
The wind blows
A certain region in Asia
The soul becomes a wheel and flies to the clouds.
My will
Is blind
Is to be the sun and the apple.
dissimilarity
But into breasts, the sun, apples,
Paper, pen, ink, dream!
In short, it is to turn it into a wonderful rhythm.
Tonight, you
Can drive a racing car
Let the meteor from the front
Tattooing your face? You!
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