You want a spiritual relationship? Material love? Lust and love?

Are you like me

Yearning for pure spiritual attraction

Not the reality of carnal lust

As in Gu Cheng's poem

I was a willful child

Willful lonely willful to despair

"In gu Cheng's poem

maybe

I was a spoiled child by my mother

I am capricious

I hope

Every moment

All as beautiful as crayons

I hope

To draw on beloved white paper

Draw clumsy freedom

Draw the next one never

Watery eyes

A piece of the sky

A feather and leaf of the sky

A pale green night and apples

I want to draw the morning

Draw the dew

All the smiles you can see

Let me draw all the youngest ones

Love without pain

Let me draw it in my imagination

My sweetheart,

She has not seen a cloud

Her eyes are the color of the clear sky

She always looks at me

Forever, watch

Never suddenly turn away

I want to paint a distant landscape

Draw a clear horizon and water wave

Draw a lot of happy rivers

Draw the hills --

Covered with faint fuzz

I put them very close together

Make them love each other

Let each acquiesce

Every quiet thrill of spring

All become a flower birthday

I also want to paint the future

I've never met her, and I can't

But I know she's beautiful

I'll draw her autumn trench coat

Draw the burning candles and maple leaves

Draw a lot because I love her

And the extinguished heart

Draw the wedding

Draw a wake up early holiday -

It was covered with cellophane

And illustrations of northern fairy tales

I was a willful child

I want to erase all the misfortunes

I want to be on the earth

Paint the Windows

Let all eyes accustomed to darkness

Are used to the light

I want to draw downwind

Draw a mountain higher than the next

Draw the aspirations of the East

Draw the sea

The sound of endless joy

And finally, in the corner of the paper

I also want to draw myself

Draw a koala

He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria

Sitting on a silent branch

Become speechless

He had no home

No heart left in the distance

He only had a lot of them

Berry dreams

And big, big eyes

I hope

In want to

But somehow

I didn't get any crayons

Didn't get a color moment

I only have I

My finger and the wound

Just tear up the pieces

Beloved white paper

Let them look for butterflies

Make them disappear from today

I am a child

A spoiled child of an imaginary mother

I am capricious

Yes, I am, and so are many of us. We are all spoiled children of fantasy mothers

In this era of material desires and interests

Looking for a pure land

There are no noisy streets

With the same blue water and blue sky

Many people say they no longer believe in love

Just stopped believing that your ideal love would come back

The ideal picture is torn apart step by step by reality

Leaving you alone

Holding broken dreams and broken hearts

The sun sets and the morning rises

You're standing up

You don't talk about broken dreams anymore

Hunt like a skilled hunter

Only when the midnight dream will cover the chest scar

Look at the blood dripping down

You're back in a fantasy world

You smile like a child

As pure broken

You've been asleep ever since

No more struggle no more despair no more lonely

Yes, you live in a dream

You ran away for hours

The alarm clock rang

The hunter set out again