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There are three most precious things in my life:
Poetry, the sun and the lover,
They are like My Blood, Body and Soul.
If you lose one of them,
I will become incomplete, no longer complete.
These external things are not just my spiritual sustenance,
- Like a beautiful image and pursuit,
More importantly, they make up the entity of my life,
It is a necessary condition for giving birth to a flower and ripening a fruit.
It's like the rising tides of day and night, constantly washing away my shores;
Like the stars embedded in the heavenly vault, brilliant and silent;
It was like a hazy floating shadow in the distance, as if calling my name.
An unrestrained, beating, wild heart, the soul of a wild horse,
Carefree, unrestrained, coming and going without a shadow ——
Break free from the reins of life and yearn for the world of freedom,
Always young and unrestrained, always boiling blood.
In the river of time, up against the current, like a galloping white horse,
Cheerful four hooves, stepping on silver waves,
My long mane flew freely and hissed in the wind.
A glowing, fiery heart, a soul of the sun,
Always dedicated, never willing to be lonely,
Burn brilliantly, pour all your enthusiasm into —
A jubilant flame, burning with pleasure,
The rolling tide slammed violently under my chest,
The unrestrained heart beat and almost burst.
A happy, loving heart, a happy person,
My desire is a secret garden,
I am the moment, the fragment, the withered remnant,
Like the season of abundance, like the feast of love.
The moon in the sea, like a gently rocking boat,
Reflected in the quiet waters of the starry sky,
My island was stationed in the mist, waiting for a ship to dock.
I am complex, rich and varied colors;
I am a myriad of possibilities, with multi-layered meanings.
I keep pouring myself out like pouring water out of a cup,
Like the death of a rose, and then watering it with sunlight and rain,
Give it a shell of shaping power, inject a beautiful soul——
The three most important elements that make up my thoughts:
Motherland, hometown and affection;
There are three most precious things in my life:
Poetry, the sun and lovers!
