Original text:
Singing iris
My sadness is because of your shining.
Lift the faint nimbus.
-inscription
one
On your chest
I became a singing iris.
The breeze you breathe blows me.
In the tinkling moonlight
Use your broad palm.
contingently
Cover me.
two
Can I dream now?
Snow, forest
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers
Can I have a real Christmas tree?
Covered with
Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales
Fireworks and fountains show joy.
Can I run in the street with a smile?
three
Where is my little basket?
Autumn harvest of long grass in my high-yield field
Where is my old kettle?
Thirsty lunch break under my scaffolding
A bow I've never tied.
My English practice: I love you, love you.
I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp.
My countless times
Tears that flowed out and swallowed.
also
also
Don't ask me.
Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?
In the past, like a cricket hiding in the corner.
Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.
four
Let me have a quiet dream.
Don't leave me.
That short, short street
We've been walking for a long time.
Let me have a peaceful dream.
Leave me alone
Ignore the crows who can't hover.
As long as there are no clouds in your eyes
Let me have an absurd dream.
Don't laugh at me.
I want to walk into your lines every day.
I will come back to you blushing every night.
Let me have a crazy dream.
Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.
When I say: You are mine! You are mine
Honey, don't blame me. ...
I even long for it.
A thousand waves of enthusiasm
Drown you a million times
five
When we meet face to face.
Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.
The world screamed back.
Time is spinning wildly.
Fall like an avalanche.
When we look at each other quietly
The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.
A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.
Attract us deeper.
Silence, Enrichment and Harmony
six
done
Sitting hand in hand in the dark.
Let the old and young voice
Wear it in our hearts
Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door
You don't have to talk to me.
but ...
seven
Wait? What is that? What's that noise?
Wake up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins.
When I'm dizzy
Forever awake sea
What is that? Whose will?
Open the eyes of my body and soul together.
You should wear a cross every day.
follow me
eight
Umbrella dream
Dandelions fly like flies.
Surrounded by a crater.
nine
My emotional bougainvillea
You would rather live than die.
Back to your stormy hillside.
Don't shake the vase.
The wild swan in my nature
Even if you get shot.
Through the open winter.
Don't miss the spring scenery with railings
However, my name and my faith
At the same time entered the runway.
A single record representing a country.
I have no right to rest.
The sprint of life
There is no end, only speed.
ten
towards
The sky that will make the highest ruling.
I lift my face.
Feng, you can take me there.
But I still have a heart of my own
Recognize the rights of the unhappy.
eleven
Honey, raise your lamp.
Follow me on the road.
Let me broadcast it with my lines.
The ideal bell rings behind the moor, and the night is so gentle.
Villages and cities gather in my arms, and the lights are arched.
Let my lines continue to trudge with me
The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: you can't go there.
The criss-crossing land of springs provides signposts for flowers.
twelve
I walked across Kouga Street to the square.
I walked into the pumpkin shed, out of the highland barley and into the wasteland.
Life has been casting me.
There is a heavy yoke on one side and a corolla on the other.
But no one knows.
I'm still your stupid girl who can't do arithmetic.
No matter how the symphony of the times swept away my echo.
You can still recognize my unique voice.
thirteen
I stand up straight.
Fearless, proud and exceptionally young.
The storm of pain is in my heart.
The sun is on my forehead.
My yellow skin is bright and transparent.
My black hair is thick and lush.
chinese mother
To the children who answered the call.
Baptize again
fourteen
Call me your birch sapling.
Your little blue star, mom.
If the bullet comes,
Hit me first
I smiled and my eyes were clear.
Slowly slide down mother's shoulder.
Don't cry, Honghua.
Blood, burning on your waves
……
fifteen
By then, my dear
Don't be sad.
Although there is no one else.
Lift up a frivolous dress
Through the alley where cicadas sing and rain.
Knock on your stained glass window
Although there are no naughty hands.
Set the alarm clock.
He said angrily, now take your positions.
Go ahead, get back on your course.
Don't sit on the jade base.
Create a simple image of me
Not to mention the lonely guitar.
Turn the calendar back page by page.
sixteen
Your position
Under that flag
Ideal makes pain shine.
This is the olive tree I entrusted.
For you.
final conclusion
Come to me with pigeons.
Come to me in the morning.
You will learn from people's love.
Find me.
Find yours
Singing iris
Extended data
Creation background
This poem was written on the eve of the author Shu Ting's wedding, and it is a summary of her creation when her personal life is facing a new turning point. Since she entered the poetry world from 65438 to the beginning of 0979, she has won endless applause, flowers and great reputation. At the same time, the debate about the development of new poetry in her works has become heated.
Her heart was numb with excitement, and there was a calm in the rain. She longed to repent before she longed for meditation. In this way, this poem, written on the eve of the turning point of her personal life, naturally appears in the face of love, but she wants to express the whole life except love. After writing this long poem, the author stopped writing for three years for personal reasons and external factors, but it was more of a conscious request to think calmly again.
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