What are the poems about life written by famous artists?

When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time. The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty. It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, not to plant trees, but to grow weeds. The weeds are not deep at all, and the flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, blood and old and dead meat, and each one takes it to survive. When you are alive, you will still be trampled and cut until you die and rot. But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing. I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds. The fire ran underground and rushed; Once the lava is ejected, it will burn all the weeds and trees, so it will not rot. But I am calm and happy. I can laugh and I can sing. It's so quiet between heaven and earth that I can't laugh and sing. If heaven and earth were not so quiet, I might or might not. Before giving this bunch of weeds to friends and enemies, people and beasts, lovers and lovers, I take this bunch of weeds as my witness in the time of light and darkness, life and death, past and future. For myself, for friends and enemies, for man and beast, for lovers and lovers, I hope the decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I can't live, which is more unfortunate than death and decay. Come on, weed, attach my inscription! -The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. But now it's blue, shining with dozens of stars' eyes and cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers in my garden. I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on the last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came and then spring came. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced. Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows that after the autumn, there must be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, some branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of jujube, while the straightest and longest branches have been stabbing the strange and high sky silently like the subway, making the sky shine. Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment. The sky with ghost eyes is getting more and more blue, which is disturbing, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and leave only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. And qianzi, who has nothing, is still silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, bent on killing him, regardless of his various eyes. Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by. I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. I don't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me. The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped. The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner. When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar that had been wrapped in white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful. I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp. -.Some things I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go; There are things in your future golden world that I don't want to go to. However, you are what I don't want. Friend, I don't want to follow you, I don't want to live. I don't want to! Well, I don't want to. I might as well wander around. I am just a shadow, otherwise I will sink in the darkness without you. However, darkness will devour me, and light will make me disappear. However, I don't want to wander between light and dark. I might as well sink in the dark. However, I finally hesitated between light and dark, not knowing whether it was dusk or dawn. I raised my black hand and pretended to drink a glass of wine. I wonder when I will travel alone. Alas, if it is dusk, the night will naturally sink me, otherwise I will be disappeared by the day, if it is dawn. My friend, time is running out. I will wander into the darkness without land. You still want my present What can I offer you? Without it, it is still darkness and vanity. However, I would like to just be dark, or disappear in your days; I would like to be nothing and never occupy your heart. I am willing to do so, my friend-I travel alone, not only without you, but also without other shadows in the dark. Only I am submerged by darkness, and the world belongs to me. -There are several others, all of whom are walking. The breeze blew, and the branches of tall trees exposed on the wall shook my head with leaves that had not dried up. The breeze rises and there is dust everywhere. A child begged me to wear a jacket, not necessarily sad, close to child's play; I'm tired of his complaints. I walk. In addition, several people left separately. The breeze rises and there is dust everywhere. A child begged me to wear a jacket, not necessarily sad, but speechless, with his hands open and gestures. I hate his gestures. Besides, he may not be dumb, it's just a way of begging. I don't give, I don't have the heart to give, but I am above the giver, and what I give is boredom, suspicion and hatred. I walked along the broken mud wall, and the broken bricks piled up in the cracks of the wall. There is nothing in the wall. The breeze blew, sending the autumn chill through my jacket; There is dust all around. I thought about how I would beg: in my voice, in what tone? Play dumb. How do you make gestures? ..... and several other people left separately. I can't get paid, and I can't get the heart to pay; I will be bored, suspicious and disgusted with those who pretend to be superior. I will beg with inaction and silence! ..... I will at least get nothingness. The breeze rises and there is dust everywhere. In addition, several people left separately. Lime soil, lime soil, ....................................................................................................................................................... ................ So, each of them used this warmth to confuse, incite and pull each other, desperately hoping to snuggle, kiss and hug, in order to get the heavy joy of life. However, if you use a sharp sword to penetrate this thin pink skin with only one blow, bright red blood will be like an arrow, directly watering the slayer with all the warmth; Secondly, it gives people a cold breath, revealing pale lips, making people feel at a loss and getting the ultimate pleasure of flying life; And it itself is always immersed in the ultimate joy of life flying. So, so, there are two of them naked, holding swords, facing the vast wilderness. They want to hug and kill ... passers-by are coming from all directions, like locusts and silkworms climbing walls, like horse ants holding their heads up. Beautiful clothes and empty hands. However, he came from all directions and craned his neck desperately to appreciate the hug or killing. They have expected that there will be sweat or blood on their tongues afterwards. However, the two of them are opposites, naked and holding a sharp knife in the vast wilderness, but they don't hug or kill, and they have no intention of hugging or killing. As for their permanent and round bodies, they have dried up, but they have no intention of hugging or killing them. Passers-by are bored; I feel bored in their pores, bored in their own hearts, crawling all over the wilderness and drilling into other people's pores. Then, they feel dry throat and neck fatigue; Finally, as for the eye contact, it slowly separated; I even felt so dry that I lost my life. So only the vast wilderness was left, and the two of them stood naked in the middle, holding sharp knives and standing dry; Appreciate the shriveled and bloodless slaughter of people on this road with the eyes of the dead, and immerse yourself in the ultimate joy of life forever. -The soldiers dressed him in purple robes and jingguan to celebrate; And he took a reed and beat him on the head, spat on his face, and knelt down to worship him. After teasing, he took off his purple robe and still wore his own clothes. Look, they hit him on the head, spit in his face, and worshipped him ... He refused to drink wine mixed with myrrh, but wanted to think clearly about what the Israelites had done to their son of God, and pitied their future more permanently, but hated their present. All sides are hostile, pitiful and cursed. Tintin thought that the nail tips penetrated from the palm, and they wanted to kill their son of God. Kind people soften his pain. Tintin thought, the tip of the nail went through the instep, broke a bone, and the pain penetrated into his heart. However, they killed their son, but cursed people, which made him feel very comfortable. The cross was erected; He hangs in the void. He didn't drink the wine adulterated with myrrh. He wants to think clearly about what the Israelites did to their son of God. He sympathizes with their future more permanently, but hates their present. Passers-by insulted him, and the chief priests and scribes mocked him, and so did the two robbers who were crucified with him. Look, those who were crucified with him ... are full of hostility, pity and curses everywhere. In the pain of hands and feet, he pondered the sorrow of the poor people crucifying the son of God and the joy of the cursed people crucifying the son of God and the son of God about to be crucified. Suddenly, the great pain of fracture penetrated his heart, and he was immersed in great joy and pity. His abdomen fluctuated, and there was a wave of pity and curse. It was dark everywhere. "Roy, Roy, Rama Saba, and all of them? ! "My God, why did you abandon me? ! God abandoned him and he finally became a "son of man"; However, the Israelites even crucified the Son of Man. Those who crucify the Son of Man are bloodier and bloodier than those who crucify the Son of Death. However, my heart is safe; No love or hate, no sadness or happiness, no color or sound. I'm probably getting old. My hair has turned white, isn't it obvious? My hands are shaking, isn't it obvious? Then my soul's hands must be shaking and my hair must be pale. However, this was many years ago. Before that, my heart was full of blood songs: blood and iron, flame and poison, recovery and revenge. And suddenly these are empty, but sometimes they are deliberately filled with helpless self-deception hopes. Hope, hope, use this shield of hope to resist the empty night, although it is still empty night behind the shield. However, this is the case, which has exhausted my youth one after another. Didn't I know my youth was gone? But I think the youth outside is fixed in: stars, moonlight, stiff butterflies, dark flowers, ominous words of owls, tears of cuckoo's blood, faint laughter and dance of love. ..... Although it is sad and ethereal youth, it is youth after all. But why are you so lonely now? Is it that even the youth outside the body is gone, and the youth in the world is getting old? I have to think about this empty night alone. I put down the shield of hope, and I heard the song "Hope" by petofi Sando (1823-49): What is hope? A prostitute: she bewitched everyone and gave them everything; She will abandon you when you sacrifice a lot of precious things-your youth. This great lyric poet, a Hungarian patriot, sacrificed 75 years for his motherland on the spear point of Cosac soldiers. It's sad to die, but it's even sadder that his poem is not dead. But what a miserable life! As brave as petofi, I finally stopped at night and looked back at the vast East. He said: Despair is illusory, just like hope. If I have to drag out an ignoble existence in this "illusion", I will still look for the sad and ethereal youth that passed away, but I might as well be outside. Because if the youth outside my body disappears, the twilight inside my body will wither. However, there are no stars and moonlight, and there are no frozen butterflies, so that the smile becomes slender and love dances. However, young people are safe. I had to come to an empty night alone. Even if you can't find youth outside, you should throw away your old age yourself. But where is the night? Now there are no stars, no moonlight, no faint laughter and love dance; Young people are safe, but there is no real night in front of me. Despair is futile, just like hope! A well-informed person thinks he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound. The children cried their little hands, red with cold, like ginger with purple buds, and seven or eight of them got together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than a child. Although it's just a big pile, it's still unclear whether it's a gourd or a arhat. But it is very white and bright, and the whole land is bright with its own water. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips. The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days came to soothe his skin again, and cold nights turned him into opaque crystals. The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded. However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which whirled up and filled the space, making the space whirl up and flicker. In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, it is the spirit of rain that shines and rises ... Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the spirit of rain. The cries of all the ghosts are low and orderly, which are in harmony with the roar of flames, the boiling of oil and the vibration of steel forks, causing ecstasy and great joy, and proclaiming three realms: peace in the world. There is a great man standing in front of me. He is beautiful, compassionate and full of great brilliance, but I know he is the devil. "Everything is over, everything is over! The poor devil lost a good hell! " He said bitterly, so he sat down and told me a story he knew-"When the sky was full of honey, it was when the devil defeated the gods and mastered the great authority that dominated everything. He took away the kingdom of heaven, the world and hell. So he went to hell himself, sat in the middle, glowing all over and saw all the ghosts. " Hell has been abandoned for a long time: the sword tree has no light; The edge of boiling oil does not surge early; The fire sometimes just emits some smoke; The Datura flower in the distance has sprouted, and it is very small, pale and pitiful-this is not surprising, because the ground has been burned and naturally lost its fertility. "Ghosts wake up in cold oil and fire and see the flowers of hell from the glory of the devil. They were pale and pathetic and cheated. They suddenly remembered the world and meditated for many years, so at the same time they voiced their opposition to prison. " Humans will answer, speak, and fight the devil. The sound of war spread across the three realms, far exceeding the thunder. Finally, a great strategy was implemented, and the devil was forced to escape from hell. The final victory is that human standards have also been erected on the gates of hell! "When the demons cheered together, human beings' finishing hell roar' was already in hell. They were in the center, holding all the ghosts with human majesty. "When the ghosts once again shouted against the prison, they became traitors to mankind, were punished by permanent destruction, and were moved to the middle of the sword forest." Man has completely mastered the great authority of hell, and Na Wei is above the devil. Humans then rectified their laziness and first gave the highest salary to Abang, the bull's head; Moreover, increasing wages and sharpening the knife will change the whole hell and wash away the decadent atmosphere before. "Datura withered immediately. Boil like oil; The tongue is like a knife; As hot as fire; Ghosts groan and turn around, but they can't remember the lost hell. "This is the success of mankind and the misfortune of ghosts. "Friend, you are in doubt me. Yes, you are human! I'm going to look for wild animals and evil spirits ... "-... This tomb seems to be made of sand and stone, peeling off a lot and covered with moss, leaving only a limited sentence-"... Hao Ge was cold when he was crazy; See the abyss in the sky. I can't see anything in everyone's eyes; Free from despair. ...... "... a wandering soul turned into a long snake with fangs in its mouth. Don't bite, bite your body and eventually fall down. ..... "... leave! ..... "I went to Hou Jie and only saw the solitary grave. There is no vegetation on it, and it has been abandoned. That is, from the big bird's mouth, I saw a dead body with a broken chest and abdomen and no heart. On the other hand, there is no sadness or joy on the face, but it is misty. I can't turn around in confusion, but I have seen the rest of the sentence on the dark side of the grave-"... I want to know my real taste. The wound is cruel, how can we know the original taste? ..... "... after the painful decision, eat slowly. However, its heart is old, how can it know? ..... "... answer me. Otherwise, leave! ..... "I'm leaving. The body sat up in the grave, his lips did not move, but he said, "When I turn to dust, you will see my smile!" " "I hurried over, afraid to look back, for fear of seeing him follow. -He secretly changed heaven and earth, but did not dare to destroy every cent of the earth; Secretly make the living things decline, but dare not save all the corpses; Secretly make human blood, but dare not make it fresh forever; Secretly let mankind suffer, but dare not let mankind remember forever. He designed for his own kind-human cowards, set off China's house with ruins and graves, and diluted the pain and blood with time; Pour out a cup of slightly sweet bitter wine every day, neither too little nor too much, and pass it on to the world so that the drinker can cry, sing, wake up and get drunk. If he knows, if he doesn't know, he will die and live. He must make everything want to live; He didn't have all the courage to destroy mankind. Several ruins and several bare graves are scattered on the ground, reflecting faint blood stains, and people are chewing on people and my slim sadness. But they refused to give up, thinking that it was better than emptiness after all, and each called it "the devil takes the hindmost", taking this as an excuse to chew the slim suffering of people and me and wait for the arrival of new suffering in one breath. New, which makes them both afraid and eager to meet. These are all good citizens of the creator. This is what he needs. Rebellious soldiers come from the world; He stood, saw all the ruins and graves that had changed and existed, remembered all the deep and long-lasting pains, faced up to all the overlapping and blocked blood clots, and knew that everything was dead, alive, alive and unborn. He saw through the tricks of nature; He will rise to make Su Sheng, mankind, or mankind completely extinct, citizens of these creators. Creator, timid, ashamed and hiding. In the eyes of soldiers, heaven and earth have changed color.