65, unlimited possibilities
A few strands of steel cried red eyes
A rabbit ran out of the teapot
I had a baby
The sun eventually married the moon
I grew deep in the soil
I am the first to bear fruit, and then to take root
Boy, this is not a miracle
This is a fact seen with the head
Just close your eyes
The eyes are always short and short
Just close your eyes
The world has always been infinitely possible
66, I am not a shameless person
I am not a shameless person
I didn't dare to fall in love until I was 23 years old
I didn't live in the Cultural Revolution
I didn't live in ancient times
I live in the 21st century
It's an era when even pigs can fly
This is the age of really sitting at home and experiencing communication
I draw pleasure from only one breast
I look for problems only in myself
But I ended up with a lot of bones
The original sin of sexuality and lust
You should smash the moon's head and look for it."
The difference between rationality and absurdity
Don't give it to fanatical power-wielders
Even though my mind is not pure
Guilt, remorse, sadness...
I used it all to punish myself
Original sin is not the same as fornication before the age of 24
Original sin is not equal to love after 24
Original sin is only equivalent to the person who has forgotten original sin
With reverence, with original sin
We are not born to suffer
We are people who are born to respect happiness
I was almost fooled by the world
I was almost fooled by myself
I also learned later
I'm not a shameless person
Because I respect freedom everywhere and all the time
But there is no blind coddling in it
O friends!
This is not a pretense
Nor is it a despicable shield
It should be a new age truth!
67, the night rain is gone
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night
Heavy rain fell all night
I listened for one night
Still did not understand its appeal
We are more thoughtful than anyone
We are more patient than anyone
We are healthier than anyone else
It was a sudden convention
I gladly went to the appointment
So the rain accompanied the night
Night with me
I accompanied the rain
But there is still no one left to play mahjong
So we waited quietly
Three pairs of eyes did not blink
Finally it was dawn
I don't know when I fell asleep at night
I was finally confused
Only the rain persisted
She was like a grumpy girl
Pull my arm and whisper
Listened to it all night
You should always compose a song for me
You should always translate what I said into Chinese
Otherwise rest and fall asleep!
Excerpted from the poetry works of independent scholars, poets, writers, and famous teachers of traditional Chinese studies.