Chapter 6 6

i recall mother's corn shot down by heavy rain I'm locked in the house by the wind from four directions then i thought The sun has been squeezed out, at least can only live on the opposite side of us She followed my unconscious footsteps and whispered she speaks the language of body Waist soaked by heavy rain Through the shadow of the death of the generals sitting in the middle of the cloudy sky Consult with an Anhui accent I am destined to be at a certain time of a certain year and a certain month leave this world so there's so much to do Such as falling in love, writing poetry, wandering west

As soon as I walk out of that old piano house Inexplicably fell on the C string Applause and mantras fly like locusts behind A pair of dimples turned into a beautiful trap I really can't figure out the net and life what is the difference I don't cry doesn't mean I don't have tears I packed my luggage and tried to read from the philosopher's book look for aphorisms or directions Until a river surges from the depths of history The lighthouse and many souls float on the water My soul is also floating on the water It is always the same sun that sets in the west ——Ancient Greek Poetry

Youthful Peter, I invite you Look at the sunset on this square I want to ask you to be a Chinese Look at the sunset, look at the mountains and rivers under the sunset sunset over cliffs and water Already very big, already very red, already very round The great night has condensed into On a square square on a gray concrete floor This square is the heart of my country those who walk freely in the square like blind bats Sensing the nightfall Peter who loves life, you have traveled the world You know the night is a sad poem the person who can understand the sunset It has been written countless times in the square

And the sunset on both sides of the square Is illuminating the crimson ancient official wall The melancholy sound of the piano scrapes across the wall The singer who drank beer lost in the square I want to compose a new song for the setting sun Let those sisters who are stunned by memory seem like turning their golden faces like sunflowers My ballads pass over their faces ah young peter i want you Look at the sunset on this square have a beer i want you Look at the sunset, look at the mountains and rivers under the sunset For people far away, we are far away It is a legend from afar, like a horse in the light

Grasping a certain moment in history—— And in our doomed demise Only the flowers and branches in the distance are gorgeous, only that The horses in the light travel all the way, and those who ride on the eternal life Flower branches, carrying memories and dreams connect life with distance beyond this limited deadwood find a room for solitude to talk to itself Today, let us overlook from this platform Looking at the bright September receding shadows, under the sea in the heaven of the immortal horse A single color sky We deserve praise, like everything Those who know the truth sing affectionately

They did feel the wind in the wind They were indeed awakened by the birds Today the sky is empty and a bird flies by What is more tender than this bird? We have been born, our flesh have experienced poverty.inner silence What a secret, hidden in What is behind the mountains in September? Connecting life with distant places, making these Humble things dream of distant horses We are being covered in the shadows of autumn. black is a good thing The real black that won't go away it's best as an end point Good as a starting point it was killed by someone else but still alive

it seeks our favor take life seriously I cry out: the blackness on the ground and the black hidden in the incident please unite united like man and woman we hit the night and grabbing any amount of black Let's go!