In ancient times, there was a divine bird named "Phoenix". After the age of 500, Jixiang Mu set himself on fire.
Resurrection from ashes, delicious, and never die again.
According to this bird, it is the so-called Phoenix in China; The man is a phoenix, and the woman is a phoenix.
"The Portrait of Confucius" said: "Phoenix fire essence, health Dan point."
"Guangya" cloud: "Phoenix ... nominal, mother called it."
Phoenix sings the same song.
Ah ah!
The flames were blazing.
The smell is fluffy.
It's time.
It's time to die
Everything outside!
Everything in the body!
Everything, everything!
Please. Please.
Spring sorrow
Am I sad? Is it depression?
How can spring be sunny and bleak?
How to cross the other side of the mountain without showing your eyebrows?
The shore is spinning. Who are you talking about?
Ocean language is hard to understand, but Bai Yunfei is empty.
spring chill
The spring is chilly and the mood is miserable.
A hidden worry is hard to name, and a strong one is a son.
The child is sick in his arms and can't say anything.
My wife's face is like grass and her body is like a well.
Tears look at the sky and the clouds are long.
Want to fly without wings, want to collapse to death.
I miss your ears like an arrow.
(mythology) an animal like a raccoon.
Author: Guo Moruo
one
I am a dog!
I swallowed the moon,
I swallowed the sun,
I swallowed all the planets,
I swallowed the whole universe.
I am me!
two
I am moonlight,
I am the light of the sunset,
I am the bottom light of all the planets,
I'm the light under the x-ray,
I am the total energy of the whole universe!
three
I ran away,
I screamed,
I burn.
I burn like a fire!
I scream like the sea!
I fly like electricity!
I flew,
I flew,
I flew,
I skinned me,
I eat my meat,
I chew my blood,
I bit my heart,
I'm flying nervously,
I fly by my spinal cord,
I am flying in my mind.
four
I am me!
Mine! I'm going to explode!
Martial arts memories
I can't forget the wonders of Wuxia Gorge.
Fifteen years ago, I stood on a boat.
At that time, there was a sad misty rain.
Sprinkle on the mighty Yangtze River.
Our ship has just entered Qutang,
Ah, the banks of Wuxia are really cut into pieces!
The smoke on the ship winds like a dragon in the canyon.
We can't see the journey behind us, but we don't know the direction of progress.
I'm always confused about the feelings in the canyon.
In a water town surrounded by cliffs, there seems to be claustrophobia.
The hat on my head fell off the back of my head,
When I look up at the peaks with white clouds.
The ship turned the bay and suddenly became cheerful.
But it is still a group of skyscrapers around the square.
I still can't see the journey behind me, and I don't know where to go ahead.
Although there is no crying ape, I always feel sad.
I think life is like this,
Although the road and time are short and long.
In a narrow environment, which of us is not claustrophobic,
I don't know where Epiphyllum comes from and where it is going.
At that time, I was still a teenager who could only dream.
I also thought of the ancient poets, their fantasy:
Why does the fairy want to see the king,
But I always feel that it is not suitable for such a bold place.
I only remember a vague image of the wonders of Wuxia Gorge.
I am really blind.
I'd like to visit it in detail again sometime.
But isn't my illiberal body trying to escape abroad?
Ah, life is like sailing in this canyon.
I don't know where I'm going tomorrow and today, and I don't know my luggage for the past moment.
Now I seem to be trapped in a canyon surrounded by steep mountains-
But as soon as I leave Kuimen, I will ride the wind and waves!