Hit it with your fist, flatten it, and round it with your hand;
My world changes between my fingers.
Pinch willow leaves and sway with the wind until spring;
Build a house to attract warmth in the rain.
Rub out a huge pillar to attract Sun Shengda,
Catch all the cunning.
Pinch me into a person, like who?
Worker-I'm lazy,
Farmers-no calluses on their hands;
Businessmen-they don't set up stalls,
Urban management-not so fierce;
Gentleman-but he has no money in his pocket,
Even in rags, he doesn't look like a tramp.
No thoughts, but full,
Without ambition, dream of reaching the sky in one step.
I am as soft as mud, and it is also a wish to be at the mercy of others.
Suppose:
Pinch me into Bush, and it will give the world an apology;
Pinch me into Snowden and uncover the lies of western democracy.
If all this is silence,
In exchange for countless regrets.
The children's game is just to put plasticine on the table.
Let them make up for it with innocence.