Dai Wangshu Ge Yan Daquan

1. You come to my window, can't find the fragrance of the past, you cry to the flowers.

2. Take a long, lonely journey for six hours, put a bunch of red camellia on your head, I am waiting, long nights, but you are listening to Haitao gossip.

3. If I am dead here, my friends, don't be sad, I will live forever, in your heart. ...when you come back, pick up his damaged limbs from the mud, and raise your soul with your cheers of victory.

4. I used the ruined palm to explore the vast land. This corner has turned into ashes. The corner is just blood and mud.

5. The road to the people is all ignorant, it is best not to ask for a solution, just look at it, look at the sky, watch the stars, watch the moon, watch the sun. Also look at the mountains, see the water, look at the clouds, look at the wind, look at the difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter, but also look at the ignorance of the world, the embarrassment of the world. Watching silently, enjoying it.

6. I am rushing from the sky to the sea, from the sea to the river in the sky, I am the blood in every vein, every vein, every microvessel, I am your eyelashes, yes. And I am you, so I am me.

7. I sit and listen to the wind at night, sleep in the rain, realize how the moon is missing, how old the sky is.

8. The rhythm of poetry is not in the stagnation of the word, but in the suppression of the emotions of the poem, that is, in the degree of poetry.

9. Poetry comes from real imagination. It is not only true, it is not just imagination.

10. Say it is the clear autumn of the lonely, said to be the Acacia of the distant sea. If someone asks me about my troubles, I can't say your name. I dare not say your name. If someone asks me about my troubles, I say that it is the Acacia of the distant sea, saying that it is the clear autumn of the lonely. If the spring of life is heavy, the old condensate will be thawed, and then I will see a bright smile again, and then hear the bright call - these happy dreams. These good things will never disappear, because all good things will always exist, they just condense like ice, and one day they will reopen like flowers.

11. The gate is the home of the spider, the earthen wall is the home of the donkey, and the leafy fruit tree is the home of the bird. There is no such thing as a wanderer in the wanderer. He is floating between the whales and sea otters, letting the lonely flowers of the homes rise and fall.

12. Holding a paper umbrella, alone in a long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope that every girl like a clove, with a grudge. She has the same color as cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, the sadness in the rain, the sadness and sorrow.

13. If the spring of life is heavy, the old icing will be thawed, then I will see a bright smile again, and then hear the bright call. The dead branches are lamented in the cold wind, and the dead leaves are ruined on the avenue; the birds are singing the song of the dew, and half of them are self-injury.

14. Stars come to the stars, the universe runs, the spring and autumn order, the dead life, the sun is infinite, the space is infinite, we just ignore the small summer worm. The evening clouds are scattered in the sky, and the stream flows in the sun; my long shadows float on the ground, like the lonely ghosts of the ancient trees at the end of the mountain.

15. I dare not say your name. If someone asks me the troubles, it is the nostalgia of the distant sea, and it is the depression of the lonely autumn.