Chapter 5 5
Facing the wind, my hand catches an old photo
There's a face in the picture that I hate
I don't know if he is still alive
Facing the wind, my hand catches a piece of crumpled paper
dirty language written all over it
I can't repeat a word
My hand is facing the wind, and a medical record is handed to me
A medical record does not fill in the name
hit my health
My hand is against the wind, but I refuse to accept it
any confidentiality.But a note makes me panic
I'm on the verge of becoming a telltale
The wind, great force, my hand meets it
My hands have cut the wheat and caught the bad guys
When I withdraw my hand, the great power disappears
I retract and extend my hand
The wind blows my hand like Xinjiang and Mongolia
Great power is what I desire
I put my hand against the wind, testing the wind and myself
but caught a blind firecracker
explode in my thirsty hands
AD 1609
The world I live in
Hold tight to this fire!
for you to exist forever
Don't resist change, wish me success!
I want to refine the mountains and seas into an ingot of gold
Wind and rain will not deform
Let God walk on it and marvel at my art
Make those stingy angels jealous too
Removal of garbage depends on a fire
I melted everything and let loneliness punish me
Great rivers pouring mercury
The villages are full of poppies
Ore all over the land is prepared for me, my labor
Rescue from the depravity of the human heart that God has taken for granted
Gold is not madness nor praise
Gold is static, is the end of both
final stillness
No respiration, no photosynthesis stillness
ultimate glory
no dancing, no singing splendor
Let time collapse without decay
let perfection triumph without profanity
Let the night be like a dense love bird
Surround my little lamp on the window sill
Strange material returns to elements
My heart that rejects fate returns to the spirit
The wind outside the window is roaring like a spirit
My immature art is like a fire
flickering
Always just a little bit, always short of success
Come on, the role model that appeared in my dream last night
homer and dante with fluttering robes
I extract hydrogen from water and let it burn
I extract truth from worldly prejudices and let it burn
burning, from bright colors
Burning, a dream that heats up with fire
The ultimate stillness is the ultimate reward
until gold declares eternity
until pure death returns to god
Moved him for the first time!
1989
Your deep kindness and great love tolerated it
So much sun and rain; so much misery
be turned into a song by you
Countless autumns point to tonight
I finally fell in love with the fading before my eyes
street and pine forest
Between the two great rivers, where you once rested
country inn, i finally heard
One voice: majestic, strong and steady
Like a thriving peony blooming late in Chang'an
in a dark age
you are the only soul
Beautiful mountains and rivers must be trusted
Your leanness, this perishable civilization
must be touched by you and saved
you have almost stupid courage
Listen to the inner candlelight
you never even heard of keats and yeats
The autumn wind blows the bright moon on the top of the mountain
Crow, break open your door
The emperor's chariots gallop past
Followed by hunger and bandits
But great art is not a sword
it's good, it tends to be pure
Tens of thousands of mansions cover the horizon
You built them to remember those
Women and men on the road
And salvation is futile, you know better than we do
The future is just the past
The so-called hope is nothing but fate
1989
midnight piano
Good thing I can feel, good thing I can hear
A midnight piano piece revives a spirit
A person is approaching me in the shadows
A person without a body cannot be blocked
but he has the ability to polish lamps and utensils
I'm ashamed to see my hands dirty
The ice of sleep makes a crackling sound
For a moment the scorching rhododendrons bloom all over the earth
A person approached me, I had no time to avoid
It's like I can't escape my youth in time
In the midnight piano, I lick
Chapped lips, awakened to the inevitability of life
But a piano piece at midnight is like me
Happiness that cannot be grasped, why is it so long
What do I grab, what spoils?
I still remember the many raucous song and dance scenes
And tonight's piano music is not accompanied by anyone
it's mysterious, sad, talking to itself
The wind outside the window dies down, there must be an eagle
Flying close to the snow-covered mountain, there must be a peacock
Inspired by dreams, unfurling under the stars
And I stand like a sunflower in the middle of midnight
Ask myself who will take my heavy life
A person approached me, we seem to have known each other
We face each other and recognize each other
I heard someone applauding in the distance
A midnight piano piece to silence
By the way, it's like this: a person approached me
He hesitated for a moment, then hesitated to speak
retreated into the boundless shadow of which he belonged
1994
A man grows old, between glances and words,
Between cucumbers and tea leaves,
Like smoke rises, like water falls.Darkness looms.
In the dark, white hair, lost teeth.
Like an anecdote of old times,
Like a supporting role in an opera.A person is old.
The curtain of autumn is falling heavily! ?
Dew is cool.The music goes its own way.
He saw the straggling geese, the dying fire,
mediocrity, static machines, unfinished portraits,
When young lovers go away and a man grows old,
Asuka averted his gaze.
He has enough experience to judge good and evil,
But chances are dwindling, like sand
Slide down the wide fingers while the door closes.
A youth lives in his body;
He speaks as a spirit possessed,
The pedestrians he caught were straws.
Some build houses, some embroider, and some gamble.
The wind of life blows out the spirit of the world,
Only old people can see the devastation in this.
A man is old and wanders in
Old Street.Occasionally stop,
Then there are fallen leaves floating to cover him.
More voices squeezed into the ears,
As if his whole body would squeeze into a little wooden box;
That's the end of a series of games:
Hide success, hide failure.
On the beam, in the hollow of the tree, he has hidden
A piece of paper filled with love and pain.
It is impossible for him to harvest
It is impossible for him to escape
A person grows old and returns to childhood
Then die like an animal.his bones
Hard enough to stand up to history
Let future generations engrave the proverbs that do not belong to him.
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