Modern Poetry
The number 40 *40 The fanatics
四十的狂徒
Ji Xian
Fanatics - four years old, and
Afraid of hunger and cold, jealousy and slander it?
Called the world listen:
I.
I like the silent statue,
Watching the fox who laugh,
Wear a robe wearing a mask of the devil's dance
Poisoned cup,
Cold Arrow and Black knife.
I was silent.
Just after class, dust ourselves off one of the chalk,
Rushed to the printing to go, pick up the red pen to proofread,
Drum machine generally fast, drum machines generally busy.
Inferior side of smoking cigarettes, drinking cheap wine,
Xinxin Ran.
A piece of cake just to send power,
From dawn to midnight, continue to work with,
No signs of fatigue, and no grudge,
Once you see the;
And in the wind, rain, often
The rain and the whole body wet, cold hands and purple,
This is a bicycle race, and
Come and go in the "reality" of the powerful army,
Have life-conquering warrior,
Applause and your name is too good.
However, the trap catch lions
In my seat to under the
Wrapped time bomb
Hidden in my drawer:
You Haohen!
Watching for you in my outdoor;
Ambush you in my path;
You spread rumors everywhere and bad things about me;
You tried to destroy me entirely:
You Haohen!
Even have to send anonymous letters to insult me,
Painting a turtle, write my name;
Have to fight mysterious phone call to threaten me,
Told me to be careful, or beating:
You good or bad!
I am only poor, nor power,
Why such a manner does not allow me?
I am only nothing, but the madding crowd,
Why such a manner does not allow me?
Oh, I know:
Original goodness of my soul,
And your ugly;
My voice loud,
And your dumb;
I am the tree of life is so tall,
And your low;
I created a poem of not erase the existence of one thousand,
And you are for life on the end of the.
Well, let me say that forgiveness.
I said: Come on!
All the physical pain,
To come Come on in!
I forgive.
All the mental anguish,
To come Come on in!
I forgive.
This is a person's dignity:
A four-year-old portrait of fanatics.
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