A beautiful article.
Poetry (3) Wen/Gu Cheng
My poem is my child.
I didn't exist when they were born.
They have their own destiny.
They went to many places I didn't know, into various cities, schools, sheds and books, into people's pain and dreams, and went to Paris, Northern Europe, South Pacific and America. ...
I love them mercilessly, but I can't stand them.
I like girls who are full of whimsy and jumping, and I also like quiet and natural boys. I love strong people and patients; As long as they are honest.
I hate children who lie, children who pretend to show off, children who love dressing up, shopping and curling their hair; Not to mention those young people who are willing to put a price in their hearts and sell themselves for glory.
When I leave, they will live, dance in the moonlight, fall in love, get married and have many offspring.
I believe that my favorite and beloved children will be endless. ...
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