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What poems does Taiwanese writer Yu Guangzhong have? In addition to lt; Setaria gt;, but what kind of thoughts and feelings does lt; Setaria gt; express? What other poems are there~ Yu Guangzhong’s po
What poems does Taiwanese writer Yu Guangzhong have? In addition to lt; Setaria gt;, but what kind of thoughts and feelings does lt; Setaria gt; express? What other poems are there~ Yu Guangzhong’s poems~~

Wuling Boy

The aquarium in Basxia Gorge is very crowded during typhoon season

There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my bloodline

The Yellow River It’s too cold and requires a lot of alcohol

What floats at the bottom of the cup is my family tree

Hey! Another cup of sorghum

My anger is full of Suiren’s tears. There is Dayu

The sound of Zhuolu drums is in my ears

It is said that my grandfather shot down nine suns

There is an uncle whose name can scare people away Chanyu

Did you hear that? Here’s a bottle of sorghum

The Qianjinqiu is hanging in the window of Huanghang’s store

Pawning the five-flowered horse only left arthritis

No more weekends waiting for me in Ximending

So I hatched a nest of martial arts novels under my pillow

A bottle of sorghum waiter

Fire bath

An eternal yearning towards different elements

Towards different spaces to be hot or cold

I don’t know whether to rise or fall

It should rise like a phoenix rising in a fire

Or a transparent cloaked swan floating in the flow

A pure white image reflects oneself

The long neck and the plump body are all composed of arcs

There is a desire that needs to be washed and burned

The process of purification requires both

The need for sedimentation is the need for sedimentation and fluttering

Go to water to be a bird and fight fire to be a bird Firebird and waterfowl

Then which process should I choose

Western There is a swan swimming in the ice sea

It is a superhuman climate in the cold zone

The ice is lonely and frozen

Silence is the stillness of time with many reflections Complete

Once every wild goose was a swan

The sparkling water seems both illusory and real in the east

In the scorching east there is a phoenix

What comes from the fire still returns to the fire

One step at a time, the fire dances in the flames

The crow tribe will be burned to death, but the phoenix chick will not be burned to death

One The feather sun rises in the trembling eternity

The clearing of fire is the journey of the warrior

The glorious reincarnation is the soul from element to element

White Peacock Swans, cranes, white clothes and white fans

In the middle of the stillness of time, there are wise men and hermits

Eternally flowing flames

Pursing away the sins of the brave and the blood of the brave

How should you choose your soul?

You choose the cold among the cold or the hot among the hot

Choose the sea of ??ice or the sun

Have a mysophobia The soul is unclean

Whether bathed in ice or bathed in fire, both are completed

Both are admirable completed, but bathed in fire

Fire Bathing in fire is more admirable, bathing in fire is more difficult

Fire is more transparent than water and deeper than fire

Fire, the door of eternal life is arched with death

It is arched with death An arc-shaped challenge

It is said that those who have not embraced death cannot be born

It is the will of the crow and the phoenix that decide to burst into flames in an instant

Being whipped with a thousand sticks to accept such a capital punishment

Shout openly to the criticizing Thousand Tongues

I am not guilty! I am not guilty! I am not guilty! Branded back

Tattooed face, I am still me

My soul is sober, why should I be awake?

My burning arms seem to smell far away

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The hurricane of time is whistling my wings

The hair weeps and the bones groan with their own blood

Torturing myself to fly like a phoenix, your new life

Luan said:

My song is an immortal longing

My blood boils and stops to bathe my soul in fire

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p>Listen to the song of fire in the blue ink

It is clearer and louder after death

The Burial of the Stars

The light blue night overflows into the window Come to summer and pour too much

The little palace lantern of fireflies is dreaming

Dreaming about Tang Palace and dreaming about chasing Qingluo Xiaofan

Dreaming about another one The funeral of a star on a summer night

Dream of the extension and destruction of a flash of light

And your exclamation, my review and a moment of stunned silence

Wind chimes

My heart is the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the seven-story tower

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding

One after another, they are knocking one person’s name

----Did you also feel a slight tremor on your tower?

This is the pulse of silence, day and night

Did you hear it, ding, ding, ding, ding? ?

This annoying tone cannot be suppressed

Unless all the winds are redirected

The bells are removed and the towers are torn down

Just because my heart is like a high and low wind chime

Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding

It rises and falls

Knocking on a person's name

Gauze tent

It was a midsummer night when I was a child

My childish dreams were all made of white gauze

The domed tent was gently slanted Come down

The slender holes of the nebula

Looking up is a bit hypnotic

And the dream catcher's net is always dense

Can't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin

----The nightwalker with a black shirt and dagger

Has no choice but to groan outside

But I have to let in the moonlight and tree shadows

A few timid chirpings of insects

A wisp of Zen-scented mosquito coils

Invite people into dreams, winding towards the fantasy world —----

As soon as I opened my eyes

The crimson glow was already half over the bed

Sent to the painter

They told me, This summer

You may have plans to travel far

See Van Gogh or Xu Beihong

Bring an easel and gray hair

Hehaoxiao's Sichuan Mandarin

Taipei will be empty as soon as you leave, my friend

It's impossible to look back without seeing you in the long streets and alleys

It's impossible Rainy season

The sky is full of black umbrellas and the ground is full of yellow mud

Why can’t you wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Only the paddy fields in the south can’t be taken away with you

Those earthen temples, those buffaloes

And at dusk in summer

There are always one or two egrets

As if they were drawn from your ink paintings

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As if I remembered something, I flew up

Season 3

Season 3, Season 3 belongs to Xiao and Recorder

That bhikshuni always likes to count her rosary beads under the grape trellis

Purple murmurs, knocking on my window

Oh, the sun rises late. The newsboy

can't throw in any golden news

I can't throw in the melancholy

like the corpse of a six-legged insect

Throw it over the wall

When the wind is like a greedy wild boy

Pluck away your long hair, whose round neck are you looking for

I want to climb a long distance Blue Station

Towards the south, towards the south that has not yet ended

Waiting for you, in the rain

Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes the rainbow

The sound of cicadas subsides, and the sound of frogs rises

A pool of red lotus flowers is like red flames, in the rain

It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel

Every lotus looks like you

Especially across the dusk, across the drizzle

Eternity, moment, moment, eternity

Waiting for you, outside time

Waiting for you within time, in an instant, in eternity

If your hand is in my hand, right now

If you

The clear fragrance

In my nostrils, I will say, little lover

No, this hand should pick lotus, in Wu Palace

This hand Should

Shake a handle of cinnamon jelly, in the Mulan Boat

A star hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum

Hanging like an earring

The Swiss watch said it was already seven o'clock and suddenly you came

Stepping on the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you came

Like a little poem

From an allusion of love, you are coming

From Jiang Baishi’s words, you are coming

Nostalgia

When I was a child

Nostalgia is a small stamp

I am here

My mother is there

When I grow up

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket

I am on this end

The bride is on the other end

Later

Nostalgia is a short grave

I am outside

My mother is at the head

And now

Nostalgia is a shallow grave Shallow strait

I am at this end

The mainland is at the other end

Yantong Temple

How great is this mirror to look at me and set it up

There is no reflection of Narcissus

Imagine that the flower is no longer clinging to the body and the light has flowed freely

If a bhikshuni has a bronze bell buckled

Listen to something The moss has fallen from the times

The self-coated round head

The top of the tower is the cloud of India. The top of the tower is my mother

The ancient gray box can peek into my umbilical cord

Everything that has ever been connected

Mother is here, mother is not here

Sakyamuni is here, Sakyamuni is not here

Sakyamuni Hangzang On the reverse side of the stele

Buddha is in Tang Dynasty Buddha is in Dunhuang

Novo is sitting under the Napala tree

Before the cradle and behind the coffin lid

The lion does not roar, the bell does not ring, and the Buddha does not speak

The cry of my daughter at hundreds of levels

Calling me back for the rest of my life

ding The Myth of the Lake

The steel ax used was the steel ax of Grandpa Pangu

The one that carved out the Kunlun Mountains

It was the old chief Xuanyuan’s black horn that was eaten away

The one that shot Chi You through

Zhuolu, Zhuolu is in the oracle bones

The snowman was picked up on the roof of the world

Peng's remaining feathers changed the course of the Yellow River

On the dry river bed there were footprints of the unicorn

After five hundred years there will be another five hundred years

In the jet cloud A phoenix cannot fly

The dragon is confirmed to be a reptile that sees clouds

Cousins, it is said that we are a tribe that shoots the sun

There is a heavy The chief with pupil, the chief with colorful eyebrows

The chief with horse beak, the chief who lays eggs

If you don’t believe it, you can ask Peng Zu

Peng Zu can’t see clearly Cangjie Manuscript

Ask Lao Tzu, I stared straight at the Tao Te Ching

Ask Qi Zi, Qi Zi was hiding in the air-raid shelter

Refused to accept the reporter's request Visit

We should have donated ancient China to the British Museum a long time ago

Cousins, go to the foot of Buzhou Mountain that was knocked down

Sit on the fossils and cry all night

Cry the colorful stones into a colorful meteor shower

And cry all night long, cousins

Cry Pangu’s eyes into a lunar eclipse

And rest your head on the Book of Mountains and Seas

And rest your head on Grandma Lei’s arms

And continue the Huangliang dream for five thousand years, under the Sirius star

Dream See the hero's ashes rekindled underground

Traveling through the ranks of slaves on the ground

Playing with Li Bai

You were once the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky

The Yinshan Mountains are moving

The Dragon Gate is opening

Now it comes from your words

Thrilling waves and heroic laughter

Wan Litao The waves enter the sea

The big waterfall that shocked Kuanglu

Created something out of nothing

It goes on and on

The Yellow River comes from the west and the great river goes from the east

The other five It has been silent for thousands of years

There is a Yellow River, you are already lively enough

The big river, just give it to the countryman from the Su family

The world is divided

They all belong to the people of Shu

You occupy the Dragon Gate

He leads Chibi

The piccolo that summons souls

hunxi Come back, mother, you can’t stay in the east for long,

The tropical sea where typhoons are born,

The air pressure in the North Pacific in July is very low.

The soul returns, mother, we cannot stay in the south for long,

The one-way street of the sun train

The equator in July moxibustion the soles of pedestrians' feet.

The soul returns, mother, don’t stay in the north for long,

The white kingdom of reindeer,

There is no Sabbath night in July, only daytime.

The soul is back, mother, you can’t stay in a foreign country for long.

The small urn sleeps beside the floor-to-ceiling windows,

accompanied by the small plants planted by your hands.

Come back, mother, to guard your little town behind the fire.

When spring comes, I will walk on the wet and cold Qingming Road and bury you in a small grave in my hometown.

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.

The weeping willow hair hangs straight down to your grave.

When spring comes, you will have a girl’s dream.

Dream about your Mother.

And on the road to Qingming, mother, my footprints will be deep,

The long hair of the willow tree is dripping with rain, mother, my memories are dripping,

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The soul has returned, mother, come and guard this empty city in all directions.

Dusk

If dusk is a lonely pass

Ximen Pass faces the sunset

O hurried saddle passengers, why

I don’t see anyone coming in, but only leaving?

As soon as I left the customs, I was ambushed

As soon as the sunset turned, everything turned into a black flag

Looking back, the west gate was closed

----How many times have I wanted to ask the soldiers on the butterfly board

I saw bats flapping up and down

Oh, an empty city

The night is like a net

Do you know how the blur of night comes?

From the sea? One fishing fire after another?

From land? One streetlight after another?

From the wind? One returning bird after another?

The heavenly net is sparse and not leaking

The hand that casts the net makes something out of nothing

Do you know how to let it go and how to close it?

Look at the row of masson pine trees slanting down the slope

The shaggy beard and backlit posture

It becomes more and more ambiguous and hazy

The long window facing the sea

I was about to say that dusk is coming

Suddenly the color changed

Said that night is coming

Say, the gray sky net misses nothing

The narrow holes are closing in

No matter what peninsula you are in the end of the world

Whatever corner of the world you are in Lou

Looking for Li Bai

——Drinking and singing in vain

Who is the hero of flying and domineering

That pair of arrogant boots are still there to this day Falling into the shameful and angry hands of Gao Lishi, the person disappeared

The ground was full of refugees and wounded soldiers

Hu horses and Qiang flutes were trampled Rhythm

Leave it to Du Er to moan in detail

Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled

He pretended to be even crazier when he recognized you as an immortal.

Use a little enchanted wine pot

Hide yourself so that even your wife can’t find you

I blame the city of Chang’an for being small but the sky in the pot is long

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In all your poems you predict that

there will be a sudden escape from the water, maybe tomorrow

A small boat breaks through the waves, with messy hair in the wind

You have a forest of enemies, everyone wants to kill you

How can cirrhosis of the liver kill you?

The wine was released, and 70% turned into moonlight

The remaining 30% roared into sword energy

With one spit, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty

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From Yiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang

The hustle and bustle of riding all the way

Not as good as your song a thousand years later

The crystal quatrain taps my forehead

The echo stirred up by a local bomb

I am already down and out in this world

It would be too embarrassing to let Yelang mother go again

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What is still a mystery is your hometown

Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Suiye City

Which hometown should you go back to?

Everywhere you get drunk, you said, is not a foreign land

Disappearance is the only fate of a genius

After death, where did you escape to?

The wolf can't stop crying, and Du Er is trying to persuade you not to stop.

When I look back, my head is already white under the four windows

Seven immortals and five friends, save them all. I can't help you anymore

Kuangshan is locked in fog and there is no way to enter

The fire still shows pure greenness, just half a grain of cinnabar

How to chase the vines? Flowing clouds in Hongxiu?

The shadow of the moon in the bottle, maybe that is your hometown

Have you often looked up at it yearningly throughout your life?

Whether you go out to cry to the west or cry to the east

Chang'an has already fallen

The return journey of 240,000 miles

also There is no need to alarm the roc, and there is no need to attract the crane

Just throw the wine glass into the air

It will spin into a flying saucer

The strange flash of light will make it stronger. Turn faster

Take you back to the legend

In spring, I think of you

In spring, I think of you

Jiangnan, Tang Dynasty

Jiangnan in the poem, when I was nine years old

Picking mulberry leaves and catching dragonflies in it

(You can go back from Keelung Port)

Jiangnan

Xiao Du’s Jiangnan

Su Xiaoxiao’s Jiangnan

I think of the lake with lots of lotus and the lake with many lings

The lake with many crabs Lakes, Jiangnan with many lakes

The small battlefield between the King of Wu and the King of Yue

(That battle was beautiful enough)

Escape from Xishi

Fan Li is missing

Missing in the wine flag fluttering

(three hours’ flight from Songshan)

Emperor Qianlong’s Jiangnan

In spring, I think of Jiangnan where there are weeping willows everywhere

I think of

a fishing port on the shore of Taihu Lake, and I think of

so many cousins ??walking on the willow embankment

(I can only marry one of them!)

Walking through Liudi, there are so many cousins

Just like Ren Yilao

Ren Yi is old and in Jiangnan

(Jiangnan for three hours)

Even if we meet, they will not accompany me

Accompany me I went to pick lotus, accompany me to pick water chestnuts

Even if we meet, we meet in Jiangnan

In Jiangnan where apricot flowers spring rain

In Xinghua Village in Jiangnan

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(Ask where the restaurant is)

Where is my mother

On Easter, it is my mother who is not resurrected

A Jiangnan The little girl turned into a mother

On Qingming Festival, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple

Calling me, on this side of the strait

Calling me, on the other side of the strait Over there

Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan

Jiangnan with many temples, many pavilions

Jiangnan, with many kites

Jiangnan, Jiangnan in the sound of bells

(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking - thinking

I can’t go back even if I want to)

Jiangnan with many swallows

Moonlight light

Moonlight light, the moon is like frozen arsenic

The moon is like arsenic, the moon is like frost

Whose wound falls on it?

Moonphobia and lunatophilia

Burst seasons, moonlight

Ghost sun, ghost sun

Death Star Reflection of the light reflected on the face

Moonomania and lunarphobia

Haunting the cat, haunting the sea

Haunting the pale beautiful woman

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Under the lunar moon, night is the border of death

Stowaway dreams, stowaway clouds

Modern times are far away, ancient times are close

Morephobia and moon love Crazy

The sun's coin, cast with two side profiles

The sea is pregnant in the distance, tonight

The black cat is chanting on the tiles

Moonomania and lunarphobia

Pale beautiful woman

Big-eyed face, pasted on the window

I have been busy all night , hold the moonlight in the palm of your hand

and pour it into the bottle

Analyze the chemical composition

Analyze memories, analyze sadness

Morephobia Crazy for the moon, moonlight

Spider web

Twilight is a strange spider

Skidding in the water and attacking

Fuzuzu Rising and falling quietly

There is no trace on the calm sea

I don’t know where to land

I only know a look back

You and me They have all been captured

Fall into the gray net that it can’t finish spitting out

Cuckoo

The flute player in the cloudy sky repeated repeated phrases Playing music

Muttering, whispering, whispering

The bitter cry brings the Qingming Festival

And the rain and mist filling the mountains and valleys

The low return of the eternal In the sigh

It is always the watery feeling of the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River

When the butterfly umbrella has not yet gone out

The frog drum has not moved yet

You From the ancient almanac of Shennong

Flying all the way according to the solar terms

Hiding in the most depressed corner of Yeyan

The sounds of pain urged me to go back

Why not go back? You mean, why not go back?

Where are you going, flute player, I ask you

When I was a child, there were so many strange roads on the fields

I had already sunk deeply in the dusk

Can’t reach out from a distance

He came to take me home

There was no shepherd boy on the way to sweep the dusk

The small shop in Xinghua Village I sold beer instead

You can’t even draw it with ink painting

The nostalgia behind the drizzle

Put down the nostalgic almanac

I looked at the barren hill opposite

The two horses still plowing the fields on Sunday

The roaring excavators

The so-called eternity

The so-called eternity

Isn’t it just a night walker who is afraid of ghosts

A password to be brave

In the dark wind that blows out the torch

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Passengers on the way forward

Or people coming from the back

Occasionally say hello from afar

A touching legend is secretly told

It is said that there is a city that never sleeps

Thousands of lanterns with wild flowers blooming

As soon as the border is crossed, it is clearly in sight

It is never something that can be looked at Central Square

The road that was coming towards me was a ray of light

It turned out to be a ray of light

Setaria

In the end no one could argue Grave

Death is the only permanent address

For example, after the mourners have dispersed, what if the back door of the funeral parlor faces south?

Facing north, so what?

The hearse always looks like it is about to travel a long way

In short, no one can resist this matter

As for immortality

Or It’s just a code word, for night travel

It works, or it doesn’t work, I believe it, or I don’t believe it

In the end, no one is higher than Setaria gracilis

Unless the name Ascending, look at the stars as they are

Go to attend Rick or Li Bai

Besides

Leave everything under the grass

Name belongs to name , skeletons return to skeletons

Stars return to stars, earthworms return to earthworms

Under the night sky, if someone calls out

There is a light above

Below, there is a cricket

Faintly looking for an answer

Ask a candle

By chance, on a night when there is a power outage

A white candle Accompany me willingly

To explore a world that has been lost for a long time

Look at its attitude of diligently leading the way

And Qingguang, who takes care of me with his family

It's so familiar and amiable

It's hard not to doubt

It is Bashan Yeyu when I was young

Accompany me to read to the edge of my dream

The one that just turned into smoke

Each candle has a story

Tell it to the fire carefully with its core

On the table Is that part of the tree really the one we looked at each other forty years ago?

Is it really the same, candle, let me ask you

A gust of wind But you shook your head gently

Which consciously or unconsciously seemed to be saying no

Whisperingly or unconsciously, it seemed to say yes

Even if you are really the same person as before

You were recognized by me all of a sudden

How can I expect that in the swaying light

You will also recognize that this is me

Recognize this strange white-haired boy in front of you

Is he the young man from Wusi back then?

To the lamp

An old age worthy of living, No matter how lonely you are

You must be awake late at night, just like tonight

When the sound of the waves gently shakes the restless world into a dream

: Boat in the harbor

On the street under the mountain, the wife is about to get married

The snoring on the desk echoes the sound of the wind on the water

Fortunately, this thing is still left A lamp

accompany me to savor the long empty night

None

On how much anger and sadness is still hidden under this white hair

This right hand that refuses to let go, when everything

can no longer be held, especially It's time

I still want to take advantage of my muscles and bones before they are dull and my wrists and blood are not cold

Ask fate for the meaning of coming here

And you, Deng, are always there to take care of you

Favor the warmth of the pulse

Every secret I want to tell the world

No matter how light the strokes are

You will A whisper that I think is important

Won’t be drowned in the snoring wind

It also guarantees that I will fall asleep in the end

You will still shine here just for

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Stay outside the dream to convey my words

to those who must be awake

中元月

The mercury moonlight fills me A bed

Is it sent by childhood to find me?

For something missing?

But I can’t remember it at all

In the ambiguous eyes, I saw a piece of arm

Is it mine? It sank to the bottom of the water

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A historical relic that needs to be verified

Qinghui is so precious, if you live happily for a long time

Wouldn’t it be a sin to let down Chanjuan?

Suddenly I turned outwards

I bumped into the full moon

I couldn’t avoid it and was lost

Suddenly How many pieces were broken?

What’s even more shocking, look, it’s the moonlight

It passed through me without leaving a shadow

I heard my childhood calling me outside

The shadows of the trees were whirling, and I opened the window to respond

A gust of wind picked me up

I fluttered towards the mirror of the ghost moon

It blew all the way over

The next date

——The farewell message contains an oath that both of us know well.

When I die, your name will be like the last one A petal of a flower fell from my lips. Your fingers

are like a bunch of keys, exquisite

Hold in my hand and let me open

Let me suddenly open which door ?

I am lucky to die holding your hand

Listen to you, you still love me, listen to you

There is still a phoenix after the death of the phoenix

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There is still spring after the death of spring, but at least

One May once belonged to us

Every white hair still trembles for you, every hair is charming

I remember the old days, remember

A few red lotuses bloomed where you stepped

A narcissus sprayed where you stood

You stand in the wind, your skirt is fluttering, and your hair is fluttering

Cover your ears on my chest

Listen to my heart, it is tired, tired

It has exceeded its age, for Zhen Zhen, Zhen Zhen

It dances too strongly and too frequently

Love gives it too heavy a load, love

One end of love is here, the other end

is in the primitive.

The last date was in Lantian

The last time, on the shore of Luoshui

In the wilderness, in the sea, in the twilight of the nebula

In memory, memory Outside, love on the other side

Where is the next date, where is it?

What do you say, you say, I will follow you

(Do you believe in reincarnation, can you believe it?)

The black sleeves of death block it, I see Not sure, but

Well, I heard it, I will definitely go

Forever, I will wait

If I hear you talking in the morning, it will be the most beautiful

That verb, if I die that night

What should I be afraid of? When I love

I must love sadly, if I can’t love beautifully

Your beauty hurts me for no reason, this summer

As long as I stretch out my arms, A miracle will fall

In my open palm, you will fall

In my palm, the palm of the lotus

For example, at dusk in late summer, Facing the pond full of clear fragrance

Facing the souls that are quietly and spontaneously burning

Which one, which one will agree to me

If I call your little name?

As long as there is a red petal in the pool and summer, why should I meet you?

Lian is Zhen Zhen’s nickname, and Lian is Zhen Zhen

When you think of Zhen Zhen, you see the person when you see Lotus

As long as there is it in your heart, as long as you are in your dream There is also

There is still a fresh petal, that is, the summer has passed

that is, the ground is full of broken stems, that is, the sky is full of broken stars, the immortal

is still the soul of the lotus

Forever, I will wait for you to part your lips, open your mouth, and spit out the verbs

Those who have loved will never be forgotten. There will always be wounds against those who have been wounded

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My scars

Shockingly red, shaped like a lotus

Nostalgia

When I was young

Nostalgia is a small stamp

I am on this side

My mother is on that side

When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket

I am on the other side This end

The bride is over there

Later

Nostalgia is a short grave

I am outside

Mother is inside

And now

Nostalgia is a shallow strait

I am here

Mainland Over There

Qin Terracotta Warriors

----Pottery Warrior Warriors Unearthed in Lintong

The armor is not removed, but the hands are still tightly held

My invisible bow or spear

If the drum suddenly beats

Will you turn around immediately? Immediately

Look back two thousand years ago Rushing to the battlefield

to join rows and rows of comrades?

If you suddenly open your eyes, you will flash with power

With a cocked mustache, you are brave and unruly

How should the surprised audience avoid it?

Fortunately, you still have your eyes closed tightly, as if

you have been accustomed to the darkness of the underworld for many years

How can you be exposed all of a sudden?

If you speak suddenly, with a strong Qin opera

and an ancient tune, who can hear you clearly?

The river bank separated by a long period of time

I don’t know whether there are Han people, let alone later

Are you talking about your Xianyang, and I am talking about my Xi’an

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Who can tell the chess game of Chang'an clearly?

No matter how strong your arrow is

It will never hit the peach blossom garden again

Ask what this life is like, I can’t hide it from you

The empire of the First Emperor, the carriages on the same track, the books on the same text

The mighty black flag fluttered from the Great Wall to the address

It was only passed down to the second generation, and you were left behind. Soldiers

Leaving pits and valleys full of pottery figurines

Strict discipline and a mighty six thousand soldiers and cavalry

How can one say that one has no clothes

In the same robe as his son

Wang Yuxingshi

Xiu my spear

In the generous singing, following the ancestral dragon

Everything They all went underground, but only three? There is no longer a world with the surname Ying outside

The surname is no longer Ying, but from now on our surname is Qin

Where is Qin, where is Qin, Fanbang calls us

Qin, Qin, how many times has the Yellow River been cleared?

Qin, Qin, how many times did Harley look back?

After being imprisoned in darkness for two thousand years

It is agreed that you will be unearthed in various places

Reform the team in the museum

With vivid eyebrows and a calm expression

Witnessing a missing empire

And the noisy audience, we

will all go underground in the blink of an eye.

What year and month will it take for it to be unearthed

Oh no, we are made of flesh and blood

We will die in the blink of an eye, just like the nobles you are buried with

Only you immortals are left, six thousand soldiers and horses

Tongguan has fallen, alas, Xianyang cannot defend it

Who will save the fire in Afang Palace? Only you who are left

who can never go back have become

hostages for generations to come, prisoners forever

It has been more than twelve times that you have remained silent. A man who respects gold?

Who said that there are no descendants? You are the most noble descendants

You don’t escape into the past with the First Emperor

But you follow Xu Fu’s six thousand men and women

Assigned to explore immortality in the future