Seek the poem "Love" by Manrui published in Poetry Journal in 1980s.

It is as old as a rock.

As fresh as a stamen.

With his immortal life forever.

Active in every corner of the world.

Only it can compare with the sun.

Warming the life on the earth forever.

You can call it a strange seed.

That is, you can bear melons and bitter fruits.

You can say it is a mysterious box.

There are too many comedies and tragedies.

When you are on the road of life

I was lucky enough to meet it.

Please don't blame your heart for pounding.

Don't be surprised at the confusion in joy.

The first sign is insomnia.

The pain of insomnia contains joy.

You know you fell into a net.

But I don't want to break free at all

If the heart is a calm lake

Now the wind has blown a layer of waves.

If the heart is a quiet battlefield

If the door wants to be here, it should smoke and catch fire.

When you sit, you will be lost in thought.

When you lie down, you will toss and turn.

The stone in front of me will also laugh.

Oh, already

Stride into your life

Every search or wait

Always accompanied by unbearable anxiety

Every pleasant meeting in a secluded place

Heart like a boat.

Hit hard on the peak of emotion

a glance

How many emotional messages were sent?

The code of the mind

None of us can make a mistake in translation.

Every time you exchange knowing smiles.

Better than hard liquor.

Spread out stationery

I can't help feeling that the language is weak.

Take a walk and chat

Sometimes I complain that my tongue is clumsy.

Brave people are sometimes timid.

Aggressive and sometimes shy.

Every time we break up hard,

Total elephant handle

A part of the soul is lost.

It created two similar souls.

Sit in the same seat

This is a pair of life partners.

Hold the hand of fate tightly

It creates two sources of life.

Rushed to the river bed.

It has created two shoots of youth.

Grafted into tall and straight pines and cypresses

If you compare it to a castle,

The ideal of * * * should be its base.

If you compare it to a lamp,

The passion of life provides it with light and heat.

If you compare it to a flower tree,

The sweat of labor moistens its roots.

If you compare it to jade.

Faithful faith keeps polishing it.

Open-minded and strong

Because of it, the mind is broader.

Isolation and indifference

Personality is therefore cheerful and lively.

Rudeness becomes docile because of it.

The weak thus overcome cowardice.

The sleeping brain wakes up because of this.

It healed the broken heart.

That oriental candle

It is it that burns into white heat.

Two happy words are linked together.

A symbol of perfect match.

But the pace before and after the flowers

After all, this is a short overture.

The real movement of life

Belong to that long journey

The rain poured down.

It was it that opened the huge umbrella.

wave pressure

It is it that stabilizes the swaying rudder.

Once an unexpected snowstorm strikes,

It's fire against the cold.

reunite after a long separation

There is unspeakable pain.

Like a disease, not a disease, like a demon, not a demon.

Count the days of reunion with your fingers.

Once we meet again

Snuggle up tightly

Is dozens of times the joy.

With it, the hut is by no means inferior to the palace.

With it, plain shirts are better than gorgeous silk.

With it, everything is delicious.

Chew coptis root.

Will also be used as sugar cane.

It creates every calendar.

They are all smiling.

It makes every lamp

Shining with the light of joy.

Wandering in the air

It is harmony and sweetness.

In the pupil of the face

The four seasons are bright spring.

It's on a wrinkled face

Show your maturity and profundity.

It's on a head full of white hair.

Shining with their immortal brilliance.

In the palace of life

Nobody can.

Deprive it of its seat

Although willing to be a supporting role in life.

But always for this magnificent drama.

Add a touching sense of beauty

What money can buy.

This is just a fake.

What power can grab.

It is often its illusory disguise.

Deceive Jianghu people

What was salvaged was nothing more than the bright moon under the sea.

Poor bastard, he doesn't know how to bury stones and tamp them.

It can only be Shata.

Yes, it is more dazzling than gold.

Yes, it is clearer than the blue sky.

This is a special kind of deposit.

More and more.

More and more.

When you get it.

Be careful not to lose it.

Once you accidentally destroy it.

Resentment becomes a lifelong mistake.

May everyone become

The millionaire who owns it

If you become a beggar

How do people live?