Illustration / Busy Early Morning Photography / Cangdu
Honest man's words
Text/Chen Zhenjia
I'm thick,
You are solid.
Separate salutes,
Forge ahead.
Time goes on and on,
Listen to you.
I'm always in luck,
You're walking the heart.
Looking around, the streets are full of good people.
Count the days, close in recent years,
Leave the mahjong table early,
Win or lose.
Living in the downtown area, the art is not desolate,
Hand play the piano.
Plough the fields,
A handful of sweat,
Touch the door.
Life is indeed mysterious,
Willow dark flowers bright.
The sky is full of stars falling into the water,
The vicissitudes have been.
My generation,
The new voice contains the ancient and modern feelings,
Qu finally man is now,
Several peaks on the river.
There are many pleasures in life,
Love to talk.
Always hate the body,
Wandering souls in all directions.
In a big crowd,
You and I are looking for a confidant.
Lonely flowers bloom in the bustling place,
The small pavilion is quiet,
Just knee-jerking,
Tell me,
A passion.
When pushing the cup to change the cup,
Listing the world,
Strange men and strange women,
Oh, it's just me and Jun!
Leftover intoxication,
And calling,
Rainy Cloud Soul!
You eat and laugh,
Which tube of thunder.
Haruka remembered at that time,
Peach blossoms flying,
Pear cheeks evenly,
Just a warbler.
(Editor-in-Charge/Wang Xikun)