Put a pearl shell in my trembling hand,
Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea. ...
When the waves leave with hatred,
Suffocated on the snow-white chest of the earth,
This is the burning tears in the hero's eyes.
Loyal as a hero,
Jealous sunshine
Can't turn it into a drop of water;
When the waves cheer,
The earth welcomes its lover with open arms,
This is a golden branch and jade leaf in a girl's arms.
As affectionate as a girl's heart,
Cruel years
Can't let its petals wither.
It's countless hugs,
Countless tears,
In countless joys and sorrows,
The noblest poem abandoned;
Countless foggy mornings,
Countless rainy nights,
In countless times,
The most harmonious music forgotten.
Expand it—
The blood of losers,
Get up-
Monument to the winner.
It witnessed bloody glory,
It records great sins.
Great,
Its pattern, its color,
Including the vast universe,
Summarized the vast world;
It's small, as simple as my lines,
The wind whipped me hard,
Can't get it back from me.
Like goose yellow tears dripping from the sea,
I put a pearl shell in my trembling hand. ...
The law of human heart
Die for flowers
It's worth it.
Cold wheel
Rough sole
Create a rainbow in spring
In full view.
Cann't stop
Nowhere to tell.
So, die for protest.
It's worth it.
not say/utter a word
It's worth it.
Far better than spring tide
Fall like an avalanche
This sentence
Sealed tightly by lips
Draw all honesty and courage from life.
This sentence cannot be said.
Then, silence for not betraying.
It's worth it.
Saving your life for a promise?
Endure loneliness for a dedication?
Yes, life should not be squandered at will.
But people have their own rules.
If we can
Let's die a thousand times.
Our silence turned to stone.
Like a mine seedling
It means to exist in a fleeting time.
But, remember
The strongest protest
The bravest honesty
There's nothing like-
Speak alive.
Give (a gift)
My dream is the dream of a pond.
Survival not only reflects the sky.
Surround weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch
Draw me clean.
I walked along the roots to the veins.
It's not sad to die for me.
I expressed myself.
I got my life.
My happiness is the happiness of sunshine.
It was short-lived, but it left an immortal creation.
In the eyes of children
Light a small golden fire
In the germ of the seed
Singing green songs
I am simple and rich.
So I deeply
My sadness is the sadness of migratory birds.
Only spring understands this love.
Endure all difficulties and failures.
Fly to a warm and bright future forever.
Ah, bleeding wings
Write a complete poem
Go deep into everyone's heart
Enter all ages
All my feelings
It is a gift from the land.
The voice of a generation
I will never complain.
My personal misfortune
Missed youth
A deformed soul
Countless sleepless nights
Leave painful memories.
I subverted the definition of road.
I broke the chains.
Just stay in my heart.
Shocking ruins ...
But I stood up.
Standing on the vast horizon
No one, no means.
Can push me down again
If it were me, lying in the tomb of a martyr.
Moss eroded the writing on the slate.
If it were me, I would taste the taste behind bars.
A law that uses chains to prove truth.
If it were me, I would look haggard.
There is no end to atonement-like labor.
If it were me, it would only be
My tragedy-
I may have forgiven you.
My tears and anger
Maybe it will calm down.
But for the father,
For the father's children.
For monuments everywhere
Silent questioning no longer makes people tremble.
For a photo of sleeping on the street
No longer let our eyes have nowhere to hide.
For the naive children in a hundred years.
There is no need to guess the history we left behind.
For this blank of the motherland
In a difficult time in this country.
For the purity of the sky
And the integrity of roads.
I demand the truth!
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