Motherland or dream horse

I want to be loyal from afar
Material short-lived lover
Dream horse poet
I have to go the same way as a martyr clown.
Everyone will put out the fire, and I will hold it high by myself.
This big fire flower has fallen into the sacred motherland
Dream horse poet
I spend my whole life in the dark with this fire.
This is a big fire, and the language of the motherland throws stones at Liangshan Castle.
Dreams of Dunhuang will also cold bones in July.
Snow-white firewood and hard strips of snow lay across the mountain of gods.
Dream horse poet
I threw myself into this fire, and these three are imprisoning me.
Ten thousand people will go through my knife to build the language of the motherland.
I am willing to start from scratch.
Dream horse poet
I would also like to sit through the bottom of the prison.
Of all the gods’ creations, I am the most perishable with an irresistible speed of death.
Food is my treasure, and I hold her tight.
Have children in your hometown.
Dream horse poet
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding high mountains to watch my peaceful home.
I am ashamed to face the big river.
I wasted my years and was tired.
Dream horse poet
Time flies, not a drop remains. A horse lives in a drop of water.
If I am born again on the banks of the motherland in a thousand years.
After a thousand years, I once again embrace the snow-capped mountains in Zhoutian, China rice fields.
Tian ma qi ta
Dream horse poet
I choose eternal career.
My career is to be a sun for life.
He is brighter than ever.
Dream horse poet
Finally, I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
Sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
On the top of the Sun Mountain, I buried the dead body of poetry in the Millennium Kingdom.
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix named Malone, I will fail.
But poetry is bound to win in the sun.
1987
Lonely in Changping
Loneliness is a fish basket.
It’s the spring water in the fish basket