Haizi hopes that the other party can get rid of the hustle and bustle of the city and find a paradise on earth.
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The sun and wild flowers
The sun is his own head
Wild flowers are her own poems.
I say to you
Your mother is not like my mother.
In the moonlight
Your mother is a cherry.
My mother is blood and tears.
I said to the sky
Moon, she is the pure dew in your basket.
Sun, I'm a steel maniac in your yard.
The sun is his own head
Wild flowers are her own poems.
Under an old elm tree.
Pingyuanshang
Flowing through my bones
In the eyes of hunters and couples, in the mountains
That free body
Where is it going?
Two mothers dreamed of me in different places.
The two daughters became mothers in different places.
When there are lilies in the field and birds in the sky.
When you still have a big bow and a bag of good arrows
What should be forgotten has long been forgotten.
What should be left, stay forever.
The sun is his own head
Wild flowers are her own poems.
There are always lonely days.
There are always painful days.
There are always lonely days.
There are always happy days.
And then be lonely again
Who told you that:
Promise me
Hold back your pain
Say nothing.
Through the whole city
come?from?afar
Go and see him. Go and see Haizi
He could be worse.
He is writing a lonely and desperate poem.
Poetry of death
He wrote:
Pingyuanshang
Flowing through my bones
When people on the plateau rest under elms.
When hunters and gods
Or sit up, sometimes look at each other, sometimes forget each other.
When cattle and sheep are on the grass
See the cliff
The shepherd fell and his forehead was bleeding.
I can't save him anymore-
He wrote:
Pingyuanshang
Flowing through my bones
At this time, you must
Go and see him.
Promise me
Hold back your pain
Say nothing.
Through the whole city
That shepherd
You may have saved it.
You can still get married
Under a pair of big red candles
Then he became me.
I will find all the happiness in my chest.
Red purse, horn, beehive, lips
And a pair of Aries breasts
I'll read you a poem.
The sun is his own head
Wild flowers are her own poems.
By that time, by that night
In other words:
The sun is the head of wild flowers.
Wildflowers are poems of the sun.
They only have one heart.
They only have one heart.