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Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

author:Guan Muju
Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

1 Written to uncle

uncle

I don't know what you think

You don't take the Scriptures

The Western Sky is not good either

Why are you in such a hurry

Rush there

Could it be that you want to visit Grandma

(That's the only reason)

However, you have never come that far

Don't get lost

Be sure to do a good job of marking

Don't drink Meng Po soup no matter how thirsty you are

Hear my call

Just come back quickly

I haven't had time to reciprocate yet

You have given me more love in this life than my father

What was done today

I don't want to wait for tomorrow

What to do in this life

I don't want to drag out the next life

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

2 Written to grandpa who has gone away

Grandfather

I remember you never went out

Ninety years old

You're on a long trip

So many people can't stop you

You know

It is only the way to go

There is no way to go

You can't remember the way back

Grandpa, you promised me personally

Before I was fifty years old

You're not going anywhere

Just sit there and tell me stories

(What kind of happiness is that)

I'm still far from fifty

Your story hasn't been told enough

How could you forget

Ignoring me, I'm on the road

I didn't make you angry

Is it enough to walk the road on the earth?

Do you want to go on a journey to heaven?

If so

Take care of yourself all the way

Hopefully, in the cycle of time to come

We see each other again

You're still my grandpa

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

3 Written to my sister who has gone away

My sister came into this world

In addition to being strong and kind

Nothing

Not even a healthy body

When I was a child, I held my sister's hand

Go to school

Wind and rain and snow

Two small hands clasped tightly together

When the wind and rain are heavier

I wasn't much taller than her

He also had to lean down and carry her on his back

Sometimes we both slip and fall to the ground

Tears and rain in the same way

Wet us

Later my sister was for me

Point to that sick leg

Blocked the way to school

But, she was on the road to life

Walk strong and strong

She raises chickens, ducks, and geese

In the middle of the garden full of livestock

Find her joy

She fights the sick as she lives

Defeat the raids of death again and again

Stand up and walk her way

Night is coming

But she stood in the early morning sun

There is no distance between us

But there is a terrible jet lag

My eyes were shining in the darkness

Her every move was clearly visible

I saw her

Gently put down the cute daughter

It's like putting down the weight of the whole world

Turned back again

Dragging a sick leg

Head to another road in the distance

She ran like a fly on that road

Like the world and her

It doesn't matter anymore

She had put the only strength of her life

All used up

No one can ask him

Stronger

Including her daughter

I stood behind her

Sadness forgets sadness

Just keep shouting

Her name

One louder than the other

Want to put a lifetime of love

Shout them all into these two words

Finally woken up by his own voice

Touch the phone in the dark

Ask home

What's wrong with my sister

Father, mother, brother, and brother said he was fine

They all put the pain deeply

Hide in your own bones

Don't leak half a point to me

But I believed it

Messages in dreams

Finally, under my tight questioning

Aunt said

Don't be sad

Your sister's illness is incurable

Instead of suffering...

Once a person is sick, it is not interesting

Live well, live well

So I should bless her

Bless her with a healthy body in the distance

Strive for a happy and beautiful afterlife

But sister

I am in this life

How can I find you in the next life?

Although we all have numbers in our hearts

We have long known that our fate is not long

But when I think about it

We had a hard life in our previous lives

The sisterhood that was only cultivated

That's it

I still couldn't help myself

The pain of tearing the heart and lungs

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

4 A paradise built for you

I can no longer say anything about your death

Can't say more sadness

You can't cry out

I use my imagination

Keep building heaven for you

But none of them are suitable for you to live

I can only put you in my heart

Hide in a corner where Death can no longer be found

I'll call you by your name

You just say yes softly

Just like when I was a kid

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

5 I'll wait for you next to the grass

I heard you're gone

Gone without a trace

I don't believe it

I don't believe in the young you

Would be so irresponsible

Say go and go

Your elderly parents are still waiting for you to retire

Young daughter

I haven't had time to grow up yet

Their shoulders are hard again

It's hard to afford

Heavy days without you

And you use it for a lifetime

The career that follows is like day in and day out

These are all and your life

Tightly connected parts

Where can you go?

Heaven is the home of God

Hell is the dwelling place of ghosts

You are human

Your home is on earth

You can only do human things in the human world

So from that day on

I began to pay attention to everything in the spring

I want the grass that has just sprouted to tell me

All the grass roots have rummaged through the dirt

You're not there

I want the white clouds that drift by to tell me

All the main routes to heaven have been checked

You didn't go there

Swallows flying from the south

Maybe a good news

Say you're traveling at the end of the world

Sightseeing forgot to come back

The flowers bloomed

I'm sure it's all

You are from some mysterious corner of the world

Text messages from

If so

Don't be childish

Play enough to come back

There's one more between us

The "tortoise and rabbit race" did not begin

I'll wait for you in a place full of grass

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

6 Written to father

One

Father, when you go

I'm far away

Now stand in front of your grave

It is as if you are standing in a dream of a previous life

I couldn't believe it

This little mound in front of you

It's the end of a lifetime of hard work

Father, I am your least reassuring child

You're gone

That country road

Who on crutches

Shivering and waiting for me to come back

Father, how empty the fields are without you

It's an empty wilderness with no echoes

How I was like a falling leaf

Crying and shouting that there was no way home

Father, you know

Your distant back

Locked the gates of the hometown

Since then, I have become a homeless child

Will be lost forever in the distance

With tears in her eyes

Pretend to be strong

Two Fathers in the Heart

Every time I think of you

I thought you were alive

You can see it as soon as you look back

You drive the carriage back from the field

How vast that land is

Let you go for a lifetime and never come out

The field is full of your shadow

So I got used to looking back

Frequently turn back

Frequent disappointments

But I'm not reconciled

I always thought you were alive

You sit on the ground and weave a wicker basket

That rough basket

Filled with my childhood my happiness

So I used to looking back

You sit on the kangtou and smoke

That one smoked for a lifetime

I didn't finish smoking

I always thought you were alive

Three Fathers bending over to the land

There was no father who bowed to hardship

Spend a lifetime bending over to the land

I believe

Father, who now relies on crutches

Not getting old in the years

Just on the way to raising children

I can't stand up straight anymore

IV Monuments

Late winter evenings

The sunset is round

The air solidifies

You gently lower the firewood on your shoulders

My world is as warm as spring

Father, this load of firewood

Will warm my life

You pick up the firewood back to the figure

It is a monument that does not fall in my heart

Five apricots, ripe

Spring, father called

The almond trees are blooming

Densely packed

Like a burning fire

In July, my father called

The apricots are ripe

A tree of yellow apricots

All are waiting for you sweetly

After a while

Didn't put me waiting for the apricot

Fell to the ground

The father holds the lost empty apricot kernel

Bow your head in silence

6. Qingming Festival remembers my father

When I was a child, Qingming Festival

Grass sprouting is a big deal

The blossoming of almond trees is a big thing

Remove the heavy cotton coat

It's a big deal

Ten miles in the spring breeze, the sound of willow flutes

It's also a big deal

As for planting or not planting wheat, it was Dad's business

Pay homage to ancient ancestors we have never seen before

It's also Dad's thing

Today's Qingming Festival

Always wanted to ask, Dad

Did the grass sprout over there?

Did the almond trees over there bloom?

You're going to sow a lot of wheat over there

Wait for us

There was no wind over there

Children who play the willow flute and run

You will not be a little lonely

7. Qingming Festival Message

Dad, the peach blossoms are blooming

The apricot blossoms also bloomed

The weather was good today

This is the scene of spring on earth

You forgot

Forget it, forget it

You're getting farther and farther away from me

I also got used to it

There are no more days for you

I'll burn more paper money for you

It's just comforting myself

Believe in the legend of heaven

Use your own imagination

Paint heaven in the sky

The only thing that can comfort you is

I can still take care of your mother for you in the human world

Dear ones, I can only build a paradise for you with one poem

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