Hero Rambo
When I follow the ruthless river and only flow,
I feel that the tracker no longer controls my route.
The noisy red man arrested them,
Take it off as a target and nail it to the colorful pile.
I don't care about the fate of these sailors,
I only deliver Flemish wheat and English cotton.
When the tracker's cries and noises disappear,
The river let me drift at will, without attachments.
I ran all winter, ignoring the surging tide,
Deaf than a child who is addicted to playing.
I saw the peninsula break free from the cable one by one.
Like a swarm of victorious bees.
The storm helped me wake up at sea,
I dance lighter than a cork,
On the waves-the eternal rocking bed of the dead
For ten nights in a row, I don't miss the stupid eyes at the traffic lights.
Green water penetrated my Chinese fir shell,—
Sweeter than a child's greedy sour apple,
Wash off blue wine stains and vomit stains,
Wash my anchor and my rudder.
Since then, I have been immersed in the poems of the sea-
The sea is full of stars, like milk;
I enjoy green light and green, which sometimes drift by.
A pale, melancholy and intoxicated floating corpse.
This piece of blue and absurd, and the fire in the daytime.
The slow rhythm under the reflection is dyed in an instant-
The mildew of orange-red love is fermenting and bitter.
Stronger than alcohol, wider than the harp.
I am familiar with the sky cracked by lightning.
Wild waves, rapids, tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk.
Dawn is as exciting as a flock of pigeons.
I have seen wonders that people can only imagine!
I've seen sunsets, blackened by mysterious fears,
Shining with a long purple light,
According to the trembling of the rolling waves in the distance,
Like a chorus in an ancient drama!
I dreamed of a green night, in the dazzling snow.
A kiss slowly rose to the eyes of the sea,
Unprecedented circulation of sap,
The yellow and blue awakening of phosphorescent singers!
I've been chasing long waves for months,
It hit a rock, like a crazy cowshed,
How can you imagine Maria's bright feet?
Can tame the face of this ocean of asthma!
I ran into the incredible Florida,
Leopard is covered with human skin, and its eyes are mixed with exotic flowers and herbs.
The rainbow stretched tight there, like a reins.
Wearing sea blue horses under sea level!
I've seen fermented swamps, fish baskets-
A rotting beast sleeps among reeds;
On the calm sea, the water suddenly poured down.
A distant scene fell into the whirlpool!
I have seen glaciers, a silver sun and a coal sky.
The pearl wave and the grounding of brown seabed are sinister and unpredictable.
The twisted bark there smells black,
A giant snake bitten by a bedbug fell from the tree!
I really want to show the children the swordfish in the blue waves-
Those goldfish, singing fish;
The foam of flowers blesses me to drift without anchor,
The indescribable breeze gave me wings.
Ocean-the victim of world fatigue
I often gently shake me to sleep with its sobs,
It held up a bunch of black flowers to me, revealing a yellow hole.
I knelt down like a woman, motionless. ...
Like a floating island, full of golden eyes,
I rocked the folding boat with bird droppings and noisy boats.
I sailed, from the cable in the water,
Floating corpses often drift backwards to take a nap! ……
I am a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk thread of the sea,
Or is it too empty for birds to be blown by the wind?
Whether it's an armored ship or a Hanseatic League sailboat,
Don't try to catch my drunk skull.
I just need to ripple, smoke and let the purple fog navigate.
I drilled through the red sky wall.
Moss in the sun, tears in the sky-
This is a good piece of music for a real poet.
I am running, wearing a new moon of lightning,
Escort my crazy board is a dark hippocampus;
When beating the blue sky with sticks in July,
The hot funnel is hanging in the air!
I was shaking all over, and I could hear it from a hundred miles away.
A hippo in heat, a roaring whirlpool,
I will always spin the calm blue,
I miss the ancient battlements in Europa!
I've seen Star Island! There,
The frantic Tianmen opened to Voyager:
"You sleep in this bottomless night-
Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "
But I stopped crying! The morning light is so sad,
The whole sun is bitter and the whole moon is bad.
Bitter love intoxicated me,
Oh, may my keel be broken! May I die in the sea!
If I want to see the water in Europe, I just want to see it.
At night, the dark and cold pool on the road,
A sad child crouched by the water,
Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly.
Waves, I have soaked your depression and fatigue,
We can't track the cotton boat anymore,
From then on, I no longer walk under the banner of arrogance.
Or paddle under the terrible eyes of the barge!