Song 004 Poetry Heavenly Ear - Reading the Ancestor of Poetry

22 February 1994

Heavenly ear

-- Nian Shizu

Why bare your eyes behind today's paper

Open the window of the mind

Watching the plot rise, the plot is still the same

The applause was like rain, and the ancients were shouting like a tide

The Chu people waded into the river to seek a sword, and now the people are standing on the shore

Your tears flow from my eyes

Splashing like a drumbeat beats every year

The same lunar calendar

The pain is in the bones of the faithful, and the weeping marrow is in the marrow

The chastity is the abyss, and the tears are born

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That gorgeous dress has been made into a puffed sail

The saber was also turned into a mast

The pen became the helmsman

Since then, the river has been long, and the river has been yellow since then

Since then, tears have fallen, and since then the water has been turbid

Since then, the river has become the upstream of the blue ink in the afterglow

That water became the source of the tears of the nation's loyalty

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Wet in a gap in the history of rain leaks

Why do you need to watch the water come and go, and the boat goes back and forth

Why do you need to ask why the nine heavens are old, and how can the old people be embarrassed

Just whisper in front of the Echo Wall of History

"The body is dead, and the spirit is the spirit

The soul is resolute and resolute as a ghost."

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The moon of the fifth month of May is a shoot

You know first

The moon buds are the ears of the sky

Specializing in the world

I want to ask him, the wind and rain, and the thunder are the words of heaven

I want to ask him if he has the eye of heaven to distinguish loyalty and treachery

I want to ask him if he has a mirror that can shine on beauty and ugliness

I want to ask him if there is a path to heaven in the water

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Why do you always ask every day and don't say anything?

So you went by water and asked the heavens

The moon in the water is the heavenly ear washing, listen to it

Even Shixian has followed in your footsteps

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"I can't get in and out, and I can't pay it back,

The plains are so far from the road"

It's a long way to go

Even if the cave is a thousand years old

You should have returned

Chase your dragon boat every year during the Dragon Boat Festival

They all waited and cocked their heads

The smoke of the year Duanyang summons your soul

All boiled out of the oil

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I used to stare at it stupidly

You enter the hole in the water

But I saw you scatter a handful of orange petals and turn them into dragon boats

Blow a puff of hair and turn into a sailor

Go to the 8,000-mile road to invite Yunyue

And let the moonlight be the waterfall of tears of the moon

I'm looking up today with my wet suit and leather clogs

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When will you be able to bring back the answer to the heavens?

When and when will I see you again, Eguanbo will take you on a trek in the world

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Have you made Tianwen grow into a star?

It still hangs in the heavens for thousands of years

Call me in a flash

Have you made the heavenly question grow into the dot below your question mark?

It rained down on my heart

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Your heavenly question is hard as a stone in my heart

Floating in the fountain of tears

Tears flowed

On the stone is the abundance of your wading river

There are many tadpoles growing in the tears

and swimming fish

Swim to the heavens, like me, like you

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P.S. [What Shen Zhou said] replied to readers

Thank you for your love, there is no distance between the heart of poetry, there is a world of poetry.

Good night friends, we are all busy people, and we are all in our hearts, all in words.

When everyone is looking at the same thing, it feels like there will be a big difference. Some people can have an understanding in their hearts, some people don't know why inexplicably, some people don't feel anything at all, and there are people who can be deeply touched by the wisdom of Dakai. The same goes for reading and reading. Therefore, it is a rare blessing for an author to meet an editor who knows him. If Max had not met Engels, Capital would not have been published. If you don't know the sound of appreciation, what good is it to go to the mountains and rivers? Whoever solves the sinking boat and sues himself, must cherish the acquaintance of the book friends.