Original poem
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And temporary material lovers.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I have to walk with martyrs and clowns.
on the way
Let's put out the fire together. I'll do it alone.
The fire was held high.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent the long nights of my life with this fire.
This fire throws stones at the language of the great motherland.
Deliangshan Chengzhai
Dunhuang with dreams as its soil-it will be cold in July.
Skeleton of
Such as white firewood, hard snow.
On the sacred mountain
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I threw myself into this fire, and these three lamps are the lamps that imprisoned me.
Spit out brilliance
Ten thousand people walked under my sword to build the motherland.
The language of
I am willing to start from scratch.
Like all poets whose dreams are horses.
I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.
Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable, no.
An irresistible rate of death.
Only food is my baby, and I hold her tightly.
Hold her and have a baby in your hometown.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains.
See a quiet home
Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.
I wasted my years and felt very tired.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Time flies, not a drop remains.
The horse is dead.
If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.
A thousand years later, I once again owned the rice fields in China.
Kicking Zhou's snowy mountain Tianma
I choose an eternal career.
My job is to be the life of the sun.
From ancient times to the present-Japan-he is extremely brilliant.
Extremely bright
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
At the top of the sun, there are thousands of bodies of poetry buried.
Kingdom and me
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse"
-I will fail.
But poetry itself will overcome the sun.