The man who wrote the poem was sheltered by God.
Don't trust me. Look at that.
How free they are.
How peaceful their hearts are.
Their world is farther away than in the past.
More unknown than the future
Like rivers and Ma Pingchuan.
I like the sun, the moon and the clear sky in Wan Li.
Poets have 10 million languages to speak time and space.
As clear as the stars in September
Like river ice in December.
Like grass in March.
Like the lotus in June.
Poets are children of God.
They love people on earth.
They love every life in full bloom.
Sing a hymn for every reunion
The poet wrote down his inspiration.
Like white wool in cotton.
Like the lightness of catkins all over the sky
I like the peace of the four seasons.
I like your mood when you say goodbye to me.
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