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The wind will eventually blow, revealing destiny The horse of the wind, the eagle of the wind, last night In my dream, there is a wind chime Summer is weary and thirsty, the wind will blow Someone has taken the candle out of the living room Someone is already whispering about heaven— gust of wind A gust of wind will blow waves in the world! Shout out stubborn Shelley make the mice dance A gust of wind pushes the closed force away The door of the widower's house, inviting him to climb up and look into the distance Seeing the girl who is in full bloom walk in the wind For children of collecting years, the wind is

Noble Help: Blow Down Father's Tent Mother's letter, let him bend down to pick it up—— The wind will blow when summer is over us poor shall sip A glass of water, read a book about the sound of the wind books Clouds are delusions, memories, despair, joy is the lily that blooms from the wounded earth is the garden of divinity (where the birds nest) Is the forgotten peace, the wheat stacks of the angels It's your lover's lingerie, it smells fresh Is your future home (now inhabited by butterflies) Is nothingness, the great hand that lifts our souls is the motherland that is beautiful and excites our senses

Through the narrow and quiet corridor You see the cloud city above, the land is vast Happiness makes a man dumb, a man with hanging hair Let the soul go under the cloud; does he understand Today he is not one of the ? On that first afternoon in history, there were also such clouds White, warm, and sunlit There are also such cloud shadows that linger mysteriously Stables of the commune and head of the chief You see the cloud of Confucius, the cloud of Socrates And the sage's last words are only one sentence: Although man is born without wings, don't complain When the clouds come nearer, you'd better keep silent

I once bent over the flowers in the moonlight I have walked through the darkness of the crypt On an unexpected night, I once witnessed The roofs of the frontier town are full of blue light In an unexpected summer, the light of birds Down in the valley, the light of the pines down on the plain The wheat that replaces poetry is like the light of my soul Their clear movements are undetected Those who make light sit on the other side of life Busier than those who make darkness' He forged the light of the soul into a shovel In the dark, he saw the vineyard on the other side Behold, the ancient walls still stretch in the moonlight

Innumerable shining rivers meet in the sky just in the thirty years of my life All the people I've ever loved - all gone in front of me When the light overflows the land, it becomes the ocean Our art sprouts in the dark It is love for the light, as Sirens singing, beyond the fence The boat of dawn anchors, the boat of dusk sets sail Venus shines, leading the way for the dead Skimming the stables and vineyards of this world For those faces that fear the sun bring fruit and ripeness Dream figs quivering in a plate The pines and cypresses of language, fortified on the mountain But all this is perfect and useless, when Venus

sinking, when the moonlight falls on This northern barren path O moonlight of the past!Silent land! Through the dark gates, hear the whispers of the wind The blessed flame burns brightly Behold those naked petals— Faith in the body of the future Only this psalm will pass away And the truth of the years is revealed The years are endless, but the past is not far away like a storm just ended And in the treetops sits the mother of the storm good and evil pardoned by venus Knowledge turned into the soul, familiar with this desolate Paths and sad shadows on earth a woman's scream so powerful

As if the dawn also rises for the past The distant darkness is legend, the long darkness is insomnia What did you see when you raised the fire—— see the darkness The darkness is boundless, the light is its apex Abyss of pain, devil's boat Your singing in the dark only emboldens the devil Robbers meet and shed dark blood halls full of souls And it's packed with darkness— Oh darkness, never lacking tired lady, car and dog But all you see when you light up the fire is darkness dark wind, dark wilderness Raise your hand and knock down the bird's nest big river adventures in the rain

What constitutes this history - the masked man Sleeping rough in Jerusalem last night We have crossed the Pamirs tonight he brings blind strength Destroy the Fortress of the Stars Also conceal breeding and madness But all you see when you light up the fire is darkness Leave yourself alone and listen to the sound of dripping water dew comes to the window