Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
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.
I have a house,
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
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 enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Haizi's work Tibet
Xizang
A lonely stone filled the whole sky.
No night can make me sleep.
No dawn can wake me up.
A lonely stone filled the whole sky.
He said: in this thousand years, I only love myself.
A lonely stone filled the whole sky.
No tears make me a flower.
No king has given me the throne.
3 Haizi's work "September"
Witness the wild flowers on the grassland 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 Haizi's work "Village"
village
In a village rich in grain
I have settled down.
The less I touch, the better.
Cherish the village at dusk
A village that cherishes rain
Cloudless Wan Li is like my eternal sadness.
5 Haizi's work diary
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.