carrying pole

(5 June 1997)

Only if you are a pole scale

Beads of sweat and tears are the stars

to be on your dead branch

Evergreen ticket

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

When you leave home

The heart has been hardened into wood

After leaving home

Hang on to the nine intestines

One end hangs on the home, and the other end hangs the work card

The wood-like heart bent and bent

The roots are bent into the flat shoulders of the past

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You are the crooked moon of my childhood

It's a rainbow from my youth

The flat burden lies across the sky that I can't return to

Hang the hook from another world

The parents' loving intestines are getting longer and longer

From thirty years ago stretched out three thousand miles

Tie to me now

In the tide of part-time jobs, the net comes and goes

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When I was young, you were my lover's arm

often stir up my heavy tears

I always point to the road marker where I should return

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Actually, you are me

The rib that is missing than the wife

Be there for her

Share the sorrows

And she's ever held you tight

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You are a piece of my life that you have taken out of my path

The backbone is abandoned in the old days

Watch your body bend

Watch your twin edges become blunt and hang your head and tail down

I'm still listening to me three thousand miles away

Turned into a mollusc

Crawling on the road to a part-time job

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You are my unique support

Pull out your fiber

Make a kite

It didn't bounce either

Full moaning

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

Thou art bent but not yielding, and thou art very hard

You are a stubborn question mark

Thousands of years of holding on to a kind of waiting

Wait for two baskets full of answers

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Flat shoulder arched back

Such as the fingers on the swafer

against my back

Become the third leg

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The back of my head

I clearly see you three thousand miles away

Like a peasant's bare feet

Follow the trajectory of your own history

On the stave of the lower riba people

Coming to me on a country road

Look for me

Look for the sturdy shoulders of the past

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You are a lonely leg

In the end, I can't catch up with me, wandering thousands of miles

How can I do it

Liquefy your spirit

Dissolve in my ink

Let me have one more text

One more spine

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P.S. [What Shen Zhou said]

1): Everyone has a burden that they can't get rid of, depending on which side they put on. The back affects the way back, the front blocks the future, can not be burdened left and right, the blue sky is covered above, and the chest must embrace freedom. Ordinary people carry an invisible basket on their backs, bend my waist, tighten my mind, bow my head when I am tired, and walk on my knees, how can I last long? It is best if I find my favorite flat burden, put the burden on both shoulders, my legs straightened, my waist board stiffened, my chest was straightened, my head was raised, and I walked in block letters. The same weight, the shoulders are changed, and when you are tired, you can put down and rest and pick again. Is there a better place to carry besides the shoulders?

2). The previous talk about the man's flat burden, and the back will talk about the woman's apron, which is definitely an unprecedented misinterpretation, just in the 38th chapter of "Intelligence Power", please read it when you have time.

3) That's why I have a new analysis, as long as I can bear it, it is a flat burden. Sue you, I can pick 300 pounds to climb the mountain before I am twenty years old, and I have no opponent in my hometown.