"Feeds" Author: Lin Biexi Yuan
If the free bird jumps over where I am bound
I will donate my house to her.
Even if I stay in the wild
But I forgot. I always forget.
Free birds like chasing white clouds.
If the wayward sea can take away sadness
I will dedicate my tears to her.
Even in the battle of sadness and happiness
But I forgot. I always forget.
My sadness will not be taken away so easily.
If simple notes can understate my future.
I will dedicate my world to her.
Even if you sit in the corner and meditate.
But I forgot. I always forget.
My future is not a simple poem.
If the wind blows through the branches and mutters to yourself, you can relive the past.
I will dedicate my youth to her.
Even if you stand in the same place every day and let the wind blow.
But I forgot. I always forget.
My past was more than just meeting in the wind.
some people
Author: Cang Kejia
-Thoughts on Commemorating Lu Xun
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
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