The motherland, or the dream as a horse
I will be a loyal son from afar
And a material lover for a short time
Like all poets who dream as horses
I had to talk to the martyrs and the clowns
Walk on the same path
All men will put out the fire
I alone held this fire high
This fire is a great flower that falls on the sacred motherland
I used this fire to spend the dark night of my life
This fire is large
The language of the motherland and the liangshan walled city of chaotic stones
Dunhuang with dreams as the top
That July will also be cold bones
Like snow-white wood and hard strips of snow
Placed horizontally on the Mountain of the Gods
I threw myself into this fire
These three are the lamps that imprison me
Spit out the glow
Ten thousand people are going to walk through my knife
Go to the language of the building motherland
I'm willing to start all over again
I would also like to sit on the bottom of the prison
Of the gods' creations, I am the only one who is the most perishable
With an irresistible speed of death
Only grain is my cherish
I hugged her tightly
Holding her to have children in her hometown
I would also like to bury myself on the high hills around me
Watch over the peaceful homeland
I am infinitely ashamed to face the great river
My years were wasted and I was tired
The years pass by, there is no one left in the water droplet
The horse was killed
After a thousand years, if I were to be reborn on the banks of the motherland
A thousand years later I have China's rice fields again
And Zhou Tianzi's Snow Mountain Pegasus Kicking
I choose a timeless career
My career
It is to become the life of the sun
He has been from ancient times to the present
"Day" He was brilliant
Incredibly bright
Finally I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods of dusk
The sun is my name
The sun is my life
The top of the sun buried the body of Poetry
The Millennium Kingdom and I
Ride a five-thousand-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse"
I am bound to fail
But the poetry itself with the sun will surely triumph