From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
2. "Motherland (with dreams as horses)"
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And temporary material lovers.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I have to follow the path of martyrs and clowns.
Everyone put out the fire together, and I held it high alone.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent the long nights of my life with this fire.
This fire is the language of the great motherland, and it is a Liangshan walled city built of stones.
Dunhuang with dreams as its soil-bones that will be cold in July
Such as snow-white firewood and hard snow strips across the mountain.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I threw myself into this fire, and these three just imprisoned me and spit out bright lights.
Ten thousand people are willing to build the language of the motherland through my knife.
I am willing to start from scratch.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.
Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable and die at an irresistible rate.
Only food is my treasure.
I held her tightly and held her to have a baby in my hometown.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains and watch my quiet home.
Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.
I wasted my years and felt very tired.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Time flies, not a drop of water remains. A horse died.
If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.
A thousand years later, I once again owned rice fields in China and snow-capped mountains in the Zhou Dynasty.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I choose an eternal career.
My job is to be the life of the sun.
Throughout the ages-"Japan"-he is extremely brilliant.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
The body of the poem is buried at the top of the sun-the Millennium Kingdom and me.
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon called a horse-I will fail.
But poetry itself will overcome the sun.
3. "September"
Wild flowers on the grassland witnessed the death of the gods.
The distant wind is farther than the distant wind.
My piano whimpers and tears are gone.
I returned this distant place to the grassland.
One is called wood and the other is called ponytail.
My piano whimpers and tears are gone.
In the distance, there is only one wild flower condensed in death.
The bright moon is like a mirror, and the grassland hangs high, reflecting the Millennium.
My piano whimpers and tears are gone.
Riding across the grassland alone
4. at night
At night
I have experienced three times: vagrancy, love and survival.
I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, the throne and the sun.
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Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delhi tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
The highland barley belongs to herself tonight.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
6. Which shoe will I wake up in tomorrow?
I think I've been careful enough
I happen to have ten toes
I have ten fingers.
I cried several times when I was born.
When I died, others cried again.
I am quiet.
Bring this burden on yourself.
Although I don't like myself.
But I quietly opened it.
At dusk, I sat on the ground.
I said that doesn't mean night.
I won't be on earth tomorrow morning.
The earth is under your ass.
Very strong, firm and unyielding.
Hello, immortal earth.
Or I'm just a branch.
I once slept in a dark shell.
My head is my frontier.
Just a pear.
Before I took shape
I am a white flower that knows hot and cold.
Or my head is a cat.
Put it on your shoulder.
Lotus Moon, my mistress, is far away.
Groups of sunshine shine on cats and kittens.
My breath
It has been proved
Leaves fluttering
I can't give up happiness
or otherwise
I live by pain.
Bury half
Come to the village entrance or the mountain.
I watched people die:
Ah, the stiff loess people thrive.
7. "at home"
The bird in my hometown is like a blue hand or uterus.
Hands and uterus
You woke up from the dead silence of the stone in a daze
Sheep ... many hooves come and go again and again.
The earth shines ... the horse of the moon flies to the snow-capped mountains and villages.
This woman named a kind of raw tofu "Moon".
"Think back to our bulging breasts.
Always trying to smash the cabin
Whether the captain is lonely often reminds us ... "
The dark queen is the sword of my eternal youth.
When the lion dances under the church.
You should respond! Even if I have no sound! You should answer! You should make a sound!
The pitcher staggered up the hillside and grew into caves and houses.
A big bird ate a wheat plant.
Ancestors were even killed in labor.
Skull, lone star, sad star, bright star, my heart, sitting on the skull yelling.
I opened the first and second bones of the dragon, and I will climb in the third cold-resistant season.
Climb into its body and I will avoid my own pursuit.
On the danger of vilen.
Where the body was dumped.
That's hometown.
My free body covers me on the mountain, releasing the shy fragrance of flowers.
8. This village
This village is rich in food. I have settled down.
The less I touch, the better.
Cherish dusk village and rain village.
Cloudless Wan Li is like my eternal sadness.
9. Why don't you live in the desert?
Why don't you live in the desert?
The protagonist's poor and lovely companion
Where is my only person?
Write some poems on the ashes left by the mixture of fire and wine.
My image began to rise.
Master your heart!
Waiting Alone
A healthy voice!
God of despair, where are you?
Why don't you live in the desert?
Who am I to sharpen a knife?
Why should I bring a naked man into the sea?
Haizi is lying on the ground.
In the sky
My two clouds
Say:
You should leave your career to your brothers and comrades.
You should leave your love to your sister and your lover.
You should leave loneliness to Haizi and yourself.
10, my request: rain.
I ask to put it out.
The light of pig iron, the light of lover, the light of sunshine.
I asked for rain
I asked
Die at night
I asked for it in the morning
You've seen it
The man who buried me
The dust of the years is boundless
autumn
I asked
The next rain
Wash my bones
I close my eyes.
I asked:
rain
Rain is a lifelong fault.
Rain is joys and sorrows.