Chapter 8 Eight

Ning stand among the peaks unwilling to be higher than the grass --Inscription i am thirsty my shoes hurt I'm used to saying goodbye otherwise i get angry I turned around pretending to be annoyed hey where are you full moon like an unmistakable grace note prove my caprice out of tune tears welling up i'm all alone stop Where your eyes can't care Fengqun's seemingly indescribable expression remind me Far away, the wind blows its trumpet in the mountains call me back among them form a piece cut plateau I'm still thirsty my shoes hurt I still can't stop

whispering to you in my heart Finally I held back my tears and said Honey, don't worry about me I stick to on our common runway my dream is the dream of the pond Survival not only reflects the sky Let the surrounding weeping willows and milk vetches drain me clean By the roots of the tree, I go to the veins of the leaves Withering to me is not sad i express myself i got life my happiness is sunshine's happiness Short, but leave immortal creation in the eyes of children light a golden fire in the germ of the seed singing the green song I am simple and rich so i am deeply

My sorrow is the sorrow of migratory birds Only spring understands this love endure all hardships and failures Always fly to a warm and bright future Ah, bleeding wings write a full line of poetry deep into all hearts into all ages all my feelings It's a gift of the land ——to G·C You believed the fairy tales you wrote I became the blue flower in fairy tales your eyes omit diseased tree, decayed wall rusty iron fence with a simple signal Assemble the team of stars, vetch and grasshopper To the unpolluted distance Set off heart may be very small the world is big So people believe you

Believe in Tasson after the rain There are thousands of little suns hanging Mulberries and fishing rods bent and stretched to the river surface The cloud entangles the tail of the kite countless shaken memories shake off the dust of the years with a voice like sterling silver talk to your dream the world may be small The realm of the heart is very large put down your raft walk to the open window I hold the lamp high let you from afar can see me the wind sweeps the sky prematurely Still picking up debris along the street at night All flower buds and twigs need another morning cream

Although the dawn is not far away breath of the sea blocked by the mountains But the mountain never intended continue to plunder our youth Their procrastination is limited after all promise me don't cry if you feel lonely please come and meet me at the window looking sad smile exchanging poems of struggle and joy 【On the cross of poetry】 —— Dedicated to my mother in the north i nailed on the cross of my poem To complete a fable to obey an ideal sky, river and mountains choose me, make me bear a sacrifice i can't afford So, I put my heart held high in hands that is surrounded by pain and happiness

A heart that has been pierced a thousand times that because of anger and desire A heart that expands and contracts infinitely my heart Under the projection of eyes from various angles shines like a rainbow but i'm tired, mom put your hand on my burning brow i gave my sad flowers Although it is scorned and trampled into mud i gave my initial innocence Though it's profaned, clouded with doubt I stretch out my hands purely and shyly implore all who depart turn around I don't hide my weakness Even the swing of my black hair become part of the world Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lights on the bay

become words in my eyes words make sound rushing around like waves to move A heart that has not yet moved but i'm tired, mom put your hand on my burning brow sun caresses me dripping down my skinny shoulders wind and rain erode me change my childish face i nailed on the cross of my poem cheer like a chorus The stars rain down on my side God damned condor peck at my internal organs every day I don't belong to myself, I belong to the fable that ideal Even so I became a fossil that was my singing blessed life Will knock open the closed shutters Chickweed is still climbing

open Although I'm tired, Mom help me stand at the forefront of the battle