My own song (excerpt)

1

I praise myself and sing about myself,

You also bear the burden I bear Will bear it,

Because every atom that belongs to me also belongs to you.

I took a leisurely stroll and invited my soul.

I leaned over and leisurely observed a blade of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, was formed in this soil and this air.

It was born from my parents here, and my parents’ parents were also here. The parents who were born here are the same.

I, now thirty-seven years old, have been very healthy since I was born.

I hope this will always be the case until I die.

Ignore creeds and schools of thought for the time being.

It is enough to take a step back and understand their current situation, but it is by no means forgotten.

Whether I follow the good path or not Evil, I allow free expression of opinions,

Follow nature and maintain original vitality.

Two

The house and interior are filled with fragrance, and the bookshelves are also filled with fragrance.

I breathed the fragrance myself, got to know it and liked it. ,

The essence will also make me intoxicated, but I will not allow this.

The atmosphere is not a fragrance, there is no smell of spices, it is odorless,

It is always for my mouth, I love it,

I I want to go to the river bank by the forest, take off my disguise and be naked,

I want it to come into contact with me feverishly.

The clouds of my own breath,

Echoes, waves, whispers, love roots, threads, branches and vines,

My breath and breath , the beating of my heart, the flowing blood and air through my lungs,

smell the green leaves and the dead leaves, the shore and the black seaside rocks and the hay in the barn,

The sound of words bursting out of my throat was scattered in the whirlpool of the wind,

A few kisses, a few hugs, I stretched out my arms to hug something,

Twigs The play of time and shadow on the trees,

The pleasures of being alone, in the bustling city or along fields and hillsides,

The sense of health, the trill of noon, The song I sing when I get up from bed to greet the sun.

Do you think a thousand acres is a lot? Do you think the earth is big?

Have you practiced for a long time to learn to read?

Are you proud of trying to understand the meaning of a poem?

Stay with me today and tonight, and you will understand where all poetry comes from,

You will have the benefit of the earth and the sun (and millions more) ,

You will no longer accept things at second or third hand, nor will you observe through the eyes of the dead

or draw nourishment from ghosts in books,

You will not see through my eyes, you will not receive things through me,

You will listen to all aspects and filter everything for yourself.

Three

I have heard talkers talking about the beginning and the end,

But I do not talk about the beginning and the end.

There has never been a beginning in the past, which does not exist now.

There is no such thing as youth or old age, which does not exist now.

There will never be. There is perfection, unlike now, and there will be no heaven or hell, unlike now.

Push, push, push,

Always push forward with the fertility of the world.

The opposite counterpart emerges from the darkness and advances, always matter and multiplication,

always sexual activity,

always identity The knot is always different, always the reproduction of life.

It is useless to talk too much, and both learned and unlearned people feel this way.

To be sure means to be absolutely sure, to be vertical is to be absolutely straight, fasten tightly, and the beams should be aligned with each other.

As strong as a horse, passionate, arrogant, and electric,

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I stand here with this mysterious fact.

My soul is clear and sweet, and everything that does not belong to my soul is also clear and sweet.

If one is missing, the other is missing. The invisible is confirmed by the visible.

When the visible becomes invisible, it will also be confirmed in the same way.

To point out the best and separate it from the worst is the trouble that one generation brings to the next,

Realizing the perfect fit and balance of things, they talk about me But remaining silent

I walked to take a shower and admire myself.

I welcome every one of my organs and attributes, and anyone who is warm and clean

—his organs and attributes,

not an inch or Not a millimeter of an inch is evil, nor should there be anything

less familiar than the rest.

I am content - I can see, dance, laugh, and sing;

The one who sleeps next to me all night, the one who hugs me and loves me, Tianwei Tomorrow

went away quietly,

leaving me a few baskets covered with white towels, which made the house

look even more beautiful with their richness. It’s spacious,

Should I be slow to accept it, not realize it, but get angry at my eyes,

ask them to turn around and stop them from looking around on the road,

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And immediately asked to calculate it for me, pointing out to the penny,

Which comes first, the exact value of one thing or the exact value of two things?

Four

I was surrounded by passers-by and people asking questions,

Who I met, the impact of my early life on me, where I lived What region?

What city or country?

The most recent important dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, new and old writers,

My food , clothing, communication, appearance, whom to show respect to, obligations,

Is a man or woman I love really cold to me or is it just my imagination,

Family or My own illness, the encouragement of bad habits, loss or lack of money, discouragement

Despondency or elation,

Confrontation, the horror of war between brothers, the uneasiness caused by suspicious news,

Events that happen from time to time with no rules to follow,

These come to me day and night, and then leave me,

But these are not the "I" myself.

Despite the pull, I still stand as me,

Feeling interesting, complacent, pitiful, idle, single,

Looking down. Stand upright, or bend your arms and rest them on an invisible but reliable armrest,

turn your head to the side and look, curious, wondering what the next thing will be,

At the same time, you are in the world. Inside and outside the office, watching and guessing.

Looking back at how linguists and orators and I spent time

sweating in the thick fog,

I neither laugh nor laugh. Without arguing, I watched and waited.

Five

I believe in you, my soul, and the other me will never bow to you,

You will never bow to him.

Please follow me for a leisurely stroll on the grass and loosen the blockage in your throat.

What I want is not words, music or rhyme, not conventions or speeches, not even

I don’t want the best,

What I like is just the temporary silence, the whisper of your controlled voice.

I remember how we once slept together

on such a bright summer morning,

how you put your head on my hip, gently The ground turned over me,

and unbuttoned my shirt from my chest, and probed my naked heart with your tongue,

until you touched my beard, until you Hugged my feet.

A peace and understanding that surpassed all human eloquence immediately rose and spread around me,

I knew that God’s hand was my own promise,

I Know that the Spirit of God is my own brother,

All men in the world are also my brothers, and all women are my sisters and lovers,

Creation serves to strengthen The wood of the keel is love,

The upright or bowed leaves in the fields are endless,

The holes under the leaves are brown ants,

There are traces of traces on the curved railings, heaps of rocks, elders, mullein and pokeweed.

Six

These are actually the thoughts of all people in all eras, all regions, and are not my original creation.

If it is just my thought and not another yours, then they are meaningless, or almost meaningless,

If they are neither riddles nor answers, they will be meaningless,

If they are not both close and Far away, it is meaningless.

This is the grass that grows where there is land and water.

This is the unique air that bathes the world.

Seven

I am a poet of the body and a poet of the soul,

I possess the joy of heaven and the pain of hell,

In the former case, I grafted it onto myself and made it proliferate; in the latter case, I translated it into a new language.

I am a man's poet as well as a woman's poet,

I mean that being a woman is as great as being a man,

I mean there is nothing greater than that of men. Mother is greater.

I sing the praises of "expansion" or "pride",

We have had enough of bowing our heads to avoid having enough,

I am saying that size is nothing but the result of development .

Are you far ahead of the rest? Are you the president?

This is trivial and everyone will move on past this point.

I am the one who walks with the gentle and gradually dimming night,

I call to the land and ocean that are half controlled by the night.

Please come close, the night with bare breasts - come close, the night full of imagination and nutrition!

A night with a south wind - a night with huge stars!

Silent and dozing night—crazy and naked summer night.

Smile! Oh, the enchanting, cool-breathing earth!

The land of sleeping and sap-filled trees!

The land where the sunset has set—the land where the mountaintops are covered in mist!

The crystalline bluish earth of the full moon!

The tide in the river covers the land of light and darkness!

The earth shrouded in gray clouds becomes clearer because of me!

The distant mountains are connected to the plain land - the land covered with apple blossoms!

Smile, your lover is here.

Prodigal son, you gave me love - so I give you love too!

Ah, indescribable, passionate love.

You sea! I also entrusted myself to you - I guessed your mind,

I saw your curled, inviting fingers on the beach,

I believe you won’t go back without touching me.

We have to hang out together for a while. I took off my clothes and hurried away from the land.

Please use a soft cushion to support me. Hold me, please shake me in the drowsy waves,

Splash me with the passionate sea water, I can repay you,

With boundless huge waves. The sea,

breathe the vast and tense sea,

the sea is the salt water of life, and a tomb that is always available without needing to be dug,

stormy Trumpeter and scooper, the willful and light sea,

I am part of what you are made of, and so am I, both in one aspect and in all.

I share the lure and fall of your tides, praising hatred and reconciliation,

praising friendship and those who sleep in each other's arms.

I am the compassionate witness,

(Should I make an inventory of the things in the house but not the house that sustains it all?)

I am not only a poet of "goodness", but I also do not refuse to be a poet of "evil".

What’s up with all this nonsense about virtue and vice?

Evil drives me, and correcting evil also drives me. I am impartial,

My footwork shows that I am neither critical nor negative,

I wet all the roots and shoots that have grown.

Are you afraid of getting lymphadenitis during long-term pregnancy?

Are you guessing that the divine laws need to be re-study and revised?

I found that one side is a certain balance, and the other side is also a certain balance.

Both soft teachings and stable teachings are bound to be beneficial,

Current thoughts and actions enable us to rise up and start early.

After hundreds of millions of moments in the past, I have come to this moment.

There is nothing more perfect than this, nothing more perfect than the present.

Being righteous in the past or being righteous today is not a miracle.

What will always and forever amaze people is that there are villains or people who do not believe in religion in the world.