Prose poetry/people
Man this life
One drop of water, one grain of sand
Some say it's a lamp
Some people say it's a certain process
Although you take root and sprout
There are also spring flowers and autumn blooms
Even though you have recited all the Four Books and Five Sutras
Know the sun, moon, heaven, earth, and stars of the universe
Even ploughing continuously
Bury your hair and fight to the end
Some people harvest and some people fall into the pit
Some people raise their eyebrows and some people fall into the trap
Many people are mediocre and unknown
There are few elite backbones before parting
Stay loyal to life
The years are light and the years are long
The wind was blowing but it was still there
Ya ya learn language is a flower bud
Establishing a family is the lamp of Chinese New Year's Eve
After the end of the month and a half is not confused
I was busy until I was sixty years old before I knew my destiny
Complicity is negative
Spring blossoms are life
Not humble
Against the wind to move forward in the process of struggling wildly
How many people are looking for a boat in the sea
How many people are in the fog
Living for others does not seek enjoyment
Eat all the suffering in the world, and so does that
Born for the social state
Even if it is difficult or even early death
Although the birth is not great
But in this life there is no complaint, no regret, no hatred
Forever mixed with smiling faces
This life is respected
Author Dai Yong 2022.8.8
