Who can give me a complete poem of Bran? Thank you, God help me.

1 1 & lt； My heart burns like fire > My heart burns with anger and pain. I feel sorry for myself: humble as dust, at the mercy of fate like dead leaves in the wind. Smart people lay a solid foundation on that rock, and I, a fool, like that stream, have twists and turns and never rest. I am a ship without rudder, and I am a bird flying in the air with nowhere to go. Free and helpless, free and unfettered, join the homeless team to live this miserable and free life. A heavy heart makes me unhappy; A happy life will be pleasant; Obeying Venus' will is a sweet chore. She never patronizes lazy minds. I squandered my youth, indulged in bad habits and abandoned virtue. The hunger and thirst of desire makes me unable to extricate myself, and my soul has long been numb, only clinging to the pleasure of the body. 12. I once walked by the sea. I used to live by the river, beautiful and healthy. I was a swan then. Bitter! Now I'm sunburned and mercilessly roasted! The iron fork goes through, and the servant wants to roast me; Firewood burns and flames devour me; The waiter is waiting for me to share the food. Bitter! Now I'm sunburned and mercilessly roasted! I am a meal on the plate, and I can't fly high anymore. I only see Nathan's white teeth: bitter! Now I'm sunburned and mercilessly roasted! 13 "I am the abbot" My friends are all alcoholics, and we are all gamblers. We will find me in this store in the morning and gamble all night to strip my opponent of his last clothes. After the evening prayer, I only heard the naked guy still crying sadly: whoops! Oh! Look what you've done, you damn fate. You robbed me of all the happiness in my life! Aha! 14 "When we are sitting in a hotel" In this small shop, we never worry about the disappearance of life and the cycle of life and death. We only care about drinking, gambling and being happy forever. If you want to know what's interesting here, for the supreme money, then listen to me: some people gamble, some people drink, and have fun without restraint. Those gamblers either lose everything or earn a lot of money and put on sacks naked before gambling. No one here cherishes life. Let's bet in the name of Dionysus. First toast the dissolute friends of the toaster, then the prisoners, three living, four Christians, five loyal undead, six dissolute women, seven robbers in the forest, eight brothers from all corners of the country, nine wandering monks, ten sailors, eleven quarrelling, twelve penitents and thirteen vagrants. Let's drink to the Pope and the king. Wives drink, gentlemen drink, soldiers drink, priests drink, men drink, women drink, servants and maids drink, diligent people drink, lazy people drink, white people drink, black people drink, married people drink, homeless people drink, fools drink, wise people drink, poor people and sick people drink, exiles and strangers drink, children drink, old people drink, bishops and priests drink. How can 600 sons spend enough? They are reckless and unrestrained. We are all blessed drunkards, and being abused is already very pitiful. Slander will be cursed, and their names will not be recorded in the book of justice. Yo yo yo.