Introduction: Mu Dan, formerly known as Cha Liangzheng, is a famous patriotic poet and translator. His ancestral home was Yuanhua, Haining, Zhejiang, and his ancestor was Cha Shenxing, a scholar in Qing Dynasty. The uncles and brothers who used the pen name Liang Zhen and the famous writer Jin Yong (Cha Liangyong) are all "good".

(1) Why does everything that shines always lead me to endless darkness, and sitting on the top of the collapsed mountain makes me cry quietly?

(2) Quietly, on the forgotten hillside, it was raining heavily and the breeze was blowing. No one knew that history had passed here, leaving the spirit to grow in the trunk.

(3) Fourth, quietly, we embrace the world that words can illuminate, and the unformed darkness is terrible, and the possible and impossible make us addicted. It is the sweet words that suffocate us, and it is shrouded in ghosts, which makes us wander into the freedom and beauty of chaotic love.

(4) Second, you and I are deposited between the rocks, and we grow up in a dead womb. In countless possibilities, a deformed life can never complete himself. I talked with you, believed in you and loved you. At this moment, I heard my Lord snigger, and he kept adding you and me, making us rich and dangerous.

(5) Third, the little beast in your age, it breathes like grass, it brings you color and fragrance, and it wants you to be crazy in the warm darkness. I crossed your marble hall of wisdom and cherished the life it buried; The contact between your hands and mine is a meadow. I'm surprised to have its stubbornness there.

(6) I didn't know all my efforts, but I finished my ordinary life.

(7) We are standing in this desolate world. We are all beings in the 2th century. We are in its darkness. We have machines and institutions but no civilization. We have complex feelings but nowhere to turn. We have many voices but no truth. We come from a conscience but hide ourselves.

(8) six, the same and the same dissolve into fatigue, while the differences solidify into strangeness; What a dangerous narrow road it is, I drive myself to travel on it. He exists, listens to my orders, protects me, and leaves me alone. His pain is constant seeking, and if you get the order, you must deviate.

(9) Eight, there is no closer approach, and all accidents are stereotyped among us; Only the sun shines through the colorful branches and leaves, and is divided into two willing hearts, the same. When the season comes, they will fall separately, and the giant tree that gave birth to us will be forever green. Its unkind ridicule (and crying) will turn into peace in the old root of unity.

(1) But now suddenly facing the grave, I look back on the past coldly, only to see that the joys and sorrows of its tortuous irrigation have all disappeared in an eternal desert, and then I know all my efforts, but I have only completed my ordinary life.