Modern Poetry
Noggin of amusement
一小杯的快乐
Ji Xian
A small cup of joy, two or three drops of fun,
As a drinker, this is everything.
Those cocktail parties, I do not participate;
Those mask dance, and no I am involved.
Now six years old, I have the madding crowd,
Nothing, it made no move:
What is called quiet. But I also
Not too pure, but far from silent -
What the fuck television cameras on it?
Letting people go to the recorded audio broadcast!
Better to lie in their own bed space,
Look at clouds, so dream better.
If into a poem, rather two or three Quotes,
I would first of all to express my cat.
My cat is being talked love,
Under the moonlight, on the ridge, which some
Chang Buwan's Love Song, a queer tone.
In order to compete for a female of the old and ugly
And those who go to the fight to the bitter Mau,
And with the one thing back injury
Also common. This brings me to
Suddenly remember that when we are young,
Grinding mill sword again and again, go and fight rival,
Romeo and Juliet are also much the generous -
How ridiculous! A fool! But how cute!
If time could turn the clock back
I really want to return to forty years ago,
The position had put the wrong emphasis placed again.
The short, wrong, wrong, wrong,
Those lines and walking on stage, all wrong,
This is also wrong, as is also wrong,
One would be wrong to this conclusion today:
Medal of neither sufficient Shamao or family line,
And do not allow me to make a sightseeing tour to say goodbye -
What is called fate.
Ah destiny! Destiny! Destiny!
Not optimistic attitude to life, but recognize the fate of;
Nor Anpinledao, but no way to Coke.
So I must keep quiet, simple and silent,
What is not starring, or to see other people's play.
What, then, let me float a white life it self!
Just a little drunk and not in chaos, is what is called German wine.
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