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Liangzhu Poetry Sutra (Selected Poems of Group II)

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The original power and beauty are also modern

The longing for the return is clear in the heart

Time has flowed through thousands of years, and there are legends about leafy branches

Liangzhu's handwriting has been put in place

Keep it in the eye

And the flames are trembling, gaining yet another, eternal life

The vast and lonely universe is an endless river

A mirror of insight into civilization

In Liangzhu made me look back again and again

The one who took comfort from the illusion

I am willing to get down on my knees and receive the revelation of the gods

For the new students, but also for the free run

It's like the goddess sitting in mythology

Gorgeous honor guard before

There are migratory birds and clouds that wipe away the sorrows of the world again and again

I want to express the beauty of Liangzhu, whether it is flying or flying wings

All scattering brilliance on the lonely skeleton

The difference in the weave of time is always on the way

A life of sacrifice. A plum blossom

The storm set off by Liangzhu seemed to rotate in the depths of the starry sky

The reincarnation of the new birth is in my body

Radiant. True language is free

Transform into a huge star mark

- A bird at that time, falling on the surface of the water

I looked at the boat in the lights

They were like stars, and one after another lit me up

The warmth hidden in the heart

A river of Liangzhu forged by the blood vein and the sound of the countryside

Say blossom and the flowers bloom all over the hillside

The universe derives from the vastness of the singularity. Stay on the surface of things

But it is not a verse of language

Flowing in the ripples is not the color of fate

Liangzhu Poetry Sutra

Speaking of farming, arrow clusters, pear rakes

Any ordinary family matter must be taken seriously

Of course I will also be serious

Read the wars and wolf smoke described in ancient texts

My father and I played chess and drank tea at the same time

The tea was last year

Produced after the Qingming Dynasty, slightly bitter

It's like a bumpy road

There is a hidden end

Father said, we are ordinary people

Our names are connected to our hometown, even to the bones

Made of dirt

Father said that the prince will be a general, and it has nothing to do with us

But it is the only way of history

I looked beneath my feet, and the dirt was light-colored, like dusk

Further down are the grassroots and buried rings

Further down are the bones of culture

There was a street in the precipitating flames

Different dynasties, constantly changing, but always

The sonorous tiles are preserved

- My starting point is Liangzhu

It is connected by earth slopes, made of pottery, totem, wine

and the sky, refined, ancient covenants

The moon looked very high, like a scoop of clear water, spilled on it

Silent water

People who live in the Psalms

Step on the waves and use gelatinous words

Express what you have to face in life

And I closed my eyes

Dip in the water and write your life on the bluestone

Editor: Shen Zhushi

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