for so long, it has become
sharp and smooth, and it still
can't tell the love
. The ice in the ice age is still growing in my heart
, waiting for countless springs to float by the
yellow warbler and the geese return . The words are piled up, the soul is burned, the sincere tenderness is tasted, the world is warm and cold, I smell all kinds of heartache , I can't see the clear flow , I can only use Pinocchio to convey the message , I love you, I shouted a thousand times, and I do n't look back once . Without my dear crystal shoes, my bare feet, my poems are all broken, my dazzling face is floating on the river bank, my poems are broken into words , I can't see mosquitoes, only flies , why don't you give me a rose, a castle, a fairy tale, why just let me sleep in the early morning Hold tight to all my words My best self They are heavy I can carry them in the lake Plant water plants in the lake Plant eternal companionship Can't wait for a poet's greeting Let me burn you and burn myself Look at me with words The affectionate blemishes of the swaying nib are left for you to jot down
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