Do your best and ask for what you want
Poem of life perception
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Sometimes it seems that the heavens that set the rules of heaven
is always, a symbol of injustice
Scattering some seeds into the fertile land
The rain is plentiful, and the wind and the sun are beautiful
Stuffing other seeds into the cracks of the rock
They are left to fend for themselves without soil or water
Sometimes I feel that I am the seed
The seed in the crevice of the rock, to burst out of the darkness
To stand up and live, doing everything possible
Sometimes I feel that fate owes me a debt
Always catching up with time
Like a diligent and
Harvesting countless times of physical and mental exhaustion
In the end, it is only
Built a shelter from the wind and rain
A cave for shelter
Sometimes I ask myself
The so-called "best efforts"
is just a pretext to excuse oneself
Many times
When you should do whatever it takes to push hard
but cling to the defense of "no guilt"
Not willing to raise the sword of hypocrisy
Wearing a mask made of lies
To fight for a shiny golden crown
Like a small plant in the wilderness
Knowing how hard it is to live, but still with strength
To hold up the blue sky that belongs to them
Sometimes I think over and over again
Doing my best and working hard
The desire for some worldly fame and fortune
but also to maintain the color of conscience is not tainted
I don't dare to go beyond the limits, and I am careful in every way
So much of the meat that was in the mouth was taken away by the fox
So many cooked ducks have flown away
In the squeeze of contradiction
Covering a wounded conscience
Feel so tired. Is it wrong or right?
Many times when I can't figure out
I would go out of my humble room and stare at the sky
Searching for answers in the vast and boundless emptiness
Clouds come and go in the sky
Just like the traffic on this earth
Which cloud is not flowing?
Which cloud can be the sky
The eternal master of the sky?
I just want to be a cloud
A white cloud that does not stain the soul
The clouds go on tirelessly
And I go on my way
When new clouds come
The old clouds scatter silently
I to go with the clouds, without guilt
Without leaving a single trace
That flesh wrapped in gold and jewels
Can they avoid the fate of floating clouds?
Let the tombstones be engraved with gold words
for thousands and thousands of years, and not turn into dust?
If they do not turn into dust, those millions of years ago
The faces of the weak and the strong
Where are they now?
I have seen through the red world, but I have lingered in the red world
I don't want to be cold-blooded and ruthless and abandon my responsibilities
More and more I like to avoid the noisy crowd
With eyes that have been through the dust of the world
To see the world, the fallen and fresh landscape
I don't have the money to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers
Like to find an old and silent alley to wander
Occasionally, I remember what Dai Wangshu was looking forward to
The vision of the lilac-like girl
The poet should have met her in the sky
They flew together in the clouds
When I was on earth, I recalled the same sorrow of "Rainy Lane
Sometimes shedding a tear of mixed sorrow and joy
Turned into fine rain, gently lifting
Sprinkled on the mossy stone path
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