On the second day of New Year's Day, I still get up early.
Go to the streets to find a chapter to find a sentence.
Without talent, how can you dream of writing poetry?
Just like the apocalypse, you realized Zen!
Living in the present, there are poems everywhere,
Without delusion, everything is fun.
Lift your left foot, it's cool,
Keep up with your right foot, a wisp of air.
Open your mouth and abdomen, there is a muddy shout.
Hold your chest and relax your arms. When you grow up, suck.
Walking, breathing, dancing life,
Taste action and cultivate heroic spirit.
Dead branches stand upright, protesting against the cold wind,
Magpies croak and call for spring.
There is love in the chest, but there is always reluctance in the eyes.
With good intentions, everything around you is beautiful.
Paper dust accumulates, and children are filial.
It's hard to think with money.
There is no greed in life, and the world is self-disciplined.
Life is not over a hundred, not greedy for money!