8.9 points x3
Apples, water plants, horses, milk, burning, floating, coins, needles, hounds, ears.
1.
every time we meet
Celebrated as Epiphany
The whole world is only you and me
You are agile and light, like a bird's wings
hurried down the stairs, two steps in one step
you pulled me through the damp lilac bushes
Come to the other side of the mirror, your territory
When night falls, I will be blessed by you
The door in front of the altar is open
In the dark night our ketone bodies slump
emits a soft halo
I wake up and say goodbye to you
I know this blessing is not appropriate because you are still in a dream
The cloves on the table come over
touch your misty eyes
you enjoy its stroking
Eyes are still quiet, hands are still warm
A crystal in which the river dances
The misty mountains are hazy in them, and the sea is foaming
You hold a crystal ball in your hand and sleep peacefully in the throne
Righteous God, you are mine
You woke up and changed the earthly language of mankind
My throat suddenly filled with new strength
when i say "you"
Found it to have a new meaning "King"
In a trance, everything is changing
trivial things loom over us
Inseparable, endless
We're being pulled, we don't know where to go
Fantastic city floats by in front of you
like a mirage
Wild mint paved the way for us
Birds escort us
The fish in the water follow the current
The sky opens the curtain for us
Fate is following in our footsteps
Like a madman, wielding a razor
2.
Yesterday, I waited since early morning
They guess you're not coming back
Remember what a wonderful day it was
It's sunny like a holiday, I don't even have to wear my coat
Today, you are here, but the weather is indeed
Depressed and dim
It's raining and it's getting late
On the icy branches, the rain is flowing
Words are hard to soothe, and Fangpa can't wipe it dry
The earthly life is halfway
I'm lost deep in the dark woods
3.
I don't believe in omens, and I'm not afraid of ominous signs
I never escape slander and resentment
There is no death in the world
Everyone is immortal, everything is eternal
whether you are seventeen
or seventy years old
don't have to fear death
There is only truth and light in the world
no death and darkness
Finally we reached the beach
I'm one of those who pull the net
Watch the immortal school of fish
in a house that never falls
I will call all the centuries
Call them in and build my home together
So, on my desk
Your sons and daughters sit with your wives
Great-grandfather and great-grandchildren together
The future is predestined now
Facing you, I gently raise my palm
You will be left with five rays of light
shoulder bone
I lift up every day that's gone by
I use a folding ruler to measure the time
I roam in it, like walking through the mountains
Compared with my own life, I intercepted one of them
As we head south, the prairie raises swirling dust
The long grass blocks the way, a wandering grasshopper
Tap my hooves with tentacles
Like a monk, it foretold my death
I accept my destiny, tied to the saddle
I will ride the horse into the future
Standing on the stirrup, I'm still like a boy
My immortality is enough, because
My blood has flowed through the vicissitudes of life
I would give my life
In exchange for an eternal corner
safe and warm
No longer the flying needle of life
pulling through the world
like a thread
4.
I often have the same dream over and over again
In a dream, I seem to be back
my favorite place
There used to be a house built by my grandfather
Forty years ago, I was born on the dining table in that house
Every time I want to walk in, I am always blocked by something
I have this dream again and again
5.
When I see the log wall, and the dark storage room
Even in a dream, I can realize that I'm just dreaming about it
So the joy is gone because I know I'll wake up
Sometimes a little noise makes me
Awakened from childhood dreams of houses and pine trees
Then I was sad
Looking forward to this dream again
This dream brought me back to my childhood
Relive childhood joys
Makes me feel like everything is ahead and everything is possible
Humans have only one body, lonely and helpless
The soul is tired of the bondage of this body
Ears, mouth and eyes the size of a nickel
The skin that wraps the skeleton
full of scars
So, through the cornea, it flies to the sky
Fly to the ropes of ice and snow, to the chariots brought by the birds
Through the bars of that cell, it heard
The noise in the woods and cornfields
and the trumpet from the seven seas
A soul without a body is sinful
like naked flesh
No thinking, no action
Without inspiration, there is no poetry
A mystery with no answer
I danced where no one was around
who can come back
I dreamed of another soul
It has a strange dress
It runs and burns, from suspicion to hope
it is pure and transparent
like burning alcohol
fleeting
Only the lilac on the table is left, forever in memory
Run! Kids
Worry not, the fate of poor Eurydice
Drive your brass ring
take it to the end of the world
every step you take
will hear the earth's answer
Your ears will reverberate
Her cheerful and crisp voice
Stuttering teenager, behind the gang, no time to calm down and think
Burn the house, old woman, burn the fire stick, Mommy, I have a laryngitis
Lisa from the printing house is dead, and the proofread has a typo
Bring me water, spanish bullfighter
Chanting Pushkin to Chadayev
Shoot to the sky, turn 180 degrees back
Walking towards the firing position, the grenade duds are out of hand
Crazy Chinese, tell people you steal books
Who are you divorced from? Tuo has never written a valuable work
Forty-year-old mediocrity, eradicated private ownership, but life has become more comfortable
I can't stand the way you look around to please people
A book is not a payroll but a manifesto
The poet's mission is to arouse the spark of the soul
instead of raising idol worshipers
Potatoes, dogs, and milk again
sleeping baby
kill chicken, float, house sparrow
war, history, memories, time, mother, suffering
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