A tree on the brink of life and death
Yao Hongbin
The wind blew the poplar trees all night
My breath lingered in the quilt, messing with the green silk.
You don't have to know, there's going to be a day.
You will weep for me, weep and forget me,
Then he abandoned me in the depths of the black abyss
I've been like this, holding the breeze and stepping on the bright moon!
Now, the blazing white light of leaving sprinkles tear-soaked petals
Or, it is better to withstand the years than the endless vicissitudes
Only if it is a spring dream, a style
It should only be God's incomplete achievement
Lying alone on the desk decaying, one year, two years,
Countless days and nights, people are scolded and spurned.
I packed all my bags and dressed them up
The province looked at the cold, embarrassed, upset...
When I came that day, why should I come,
Who remembers enough that the ears of wheat in May stained half a mountain yellow
I flicked dazzling, the angel carried the whisper,
Descending on earth in tears of joy,
I put on my hat, a hat woven of reeds,
Washed his feet in the clear stream and caught loach
I am so in love, in love with the dusk cattle and sheep fence,
I slept with the worms in that grass
I went from one end of the village to the other and watched
Over and over again the cooking smoke, you listen to my heart
You touch my face,
The dew is crystal clear, and I was born in the afterglow of the evening
It is to sing the dawn of the dawn and let me sing
Sprinkled in every touch of the countryside, the love of this world
It is a hot furnace, burning – eternal and unquenchable
Let me love, let me throw myself into this raging fire, let me
Be naked and die on the journey to love you
Scatter my ashes in a clean garden
Go and take care of begonias, pomegranates, graceful peonies
Be my funeral song, listening to the wind in the fireworks
Proud and miserable wind, I wait for you to wrap yourself in freedom
Soothe my cold soul here,
Eager hugs, love me, kiss me, pound my chest
I'll go with you again with a smile
Follow you to the Pope's library, lay the groundwork, the court, whatever
It is difficult to ensure that you will not be reprimanded and will not be cold-eyed
The good thing is to lose that half-dead life
You say that there is no flesh, and you are liberated and jumped out of the mud pit
When I loved you, I was just and righteous
There are fewer cold-eyed ghostly people everywhere
Laugh at my cowardice, laugh at the incompetence in my destiny.
Hi, you said is alive waiting for that day, still
Die early and go to the future to feel happy?
When I was alive, someone kept preaching to me
The truth of being a human being, the truth of love, and more
Accept the truth of reality, but I always don't like to listen
So let's go, where to go?
The dawn refused to come, and the night was always covered with a glimmer of starlight
But the tree planted in the early years was not flooded by rain or sun
Not dead but always alive is not strong enough, how to be prosperous?
Ye Jian'er was scorched and shrugged and could not die...
A kingdom lost in blood
Yao Hongbin
Tonight, the moon is like water
Wash away the desolate city in the distance
My shadow is in front, and the wind is behind
Under the mound is buried the crown of a thousand years
I will be the last king of this night
Dreaming lover and pre-dawn self
I handed the wings back to the sky
I put freedom into freedom
I weave all my dreams into dreams
Years, my bones are broken
The tip of my tongue licked all the blood from your knife edge
Only drown in this vast night
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About the Author:
Yao Hongbin, pen name: Tang Cheng, 27 years old, loves literature and is willing to express what he sees and hears in life and his personal feelings in words.