现代中国 陈忠坤 Chen Zhongkun  现代中国   (1983~?)
One poem at a time

Chen Zhongkun
  (A)
  The first day is a beautiful angel you are kind of goddess
  I am a calm lake wave my heart you are the Yang Qi of the Netherlands
  Venus the goddess of love to shoot an arrow through my chest pierced my soul
  Since then, the soul from the shell of that burden without fear dread Stanford
  I turned into the wind into the endless rain into the light of the moon, the goddess of light
  You may like the misty moonlight as ambiguous as I dissolved
  I love you have to take you into the West fly into the sky clouds cloud Zheng
  A dainty butterfly dancing among the flowers
  If you are a rose I am the thorn on the stem
  With all my soul with my life for you with my build a solid wall
  In the inside of your care will not allow anyone to touch you
  The first day I die, my love starts to burn
  Raging fire from burning into the night you are no longer afraid
  (B)
  The second day you are God-shaped moon, horse, horseback God of flowers in full bloom
  Century alone the birth of a great poet would be an eternal poem
  An eternal love poems is about to start coming to an end
  Goddess of the Moon Shine your light from this charming too busy to free you from
  You like drifting clouds hold water and soil do not want to hold one piece of the sky
  My faith solidified into a drop of water attached to the back of your cloud
  Faith is dead I will follow you anywhere in any direction, drifting
  My pride like waterfalls, gentle enough, filled with passion
  Repressed into the boundless desert, I will use the Gobi desert
  Keep your city in a vast
  My love is like the light of the moon goddess of the light scattered in the desert around you into stone
  The land will become desert ruins coming
  If you are a rose I am the thorn on the stem
  I will be a piece of gravel in the rain for you to grow a sun
  (C)
  Love is the third day of the ancient Greek myth, is the south for the Magpies
  I am an eternal life-poem I will compose for you all
  Lone Star Love purple orchids into the withering loneliness into love notes
  Call ant summer cicadas screaming
  I waterfall, with my soul for you to clean both hands care
  Que Que a water hit a stone, and then sing for you
  If you love a person can not make a person happy, the pain will only make a person
  The third day I will bloom into a flower in full bloom immediately after dying Epiphyllum
  Dissolved into the earth of mud, into a pool of water entrust your tender stems
  You are a stand aloof stem water charge
  On the third day into the sun_set_ into the sun_set_ on the third day I mean to disappear
  Disappearance is equivalent to die to mean a miserable third day will be hung on the west side of the red
  I failed to keep the sun stop shining
  (D)
  On the fourth day, is because you ride on the wings of hyacinth
  You have to go from day to day like braggadocio to wandering voyage
  You can not love Can not you give your walls guarding
  If you fly west clouds Cheng I will never abandon your tow line is not
  I was a gust of wind while the wind from century to blow off it will allow you free
  I no longer like tenderness of love can only choose dim light of the moon
  Can only be solidified into endless sorrow in my heart the spread of the spread of ... ...
  The fourth day is the day of carnival, is the day of freedom, is the distillation of love, love from a direction
  But on the fourth day I will not cry for the sun_set_, because I have heart hurt, heartbroken
  I can only in your head as the day the sun will stand by you far
  Can not match the emotional let me burn the fire until it disappears into a ball
  I would so disappear
  (E)
  I disappear, no longer appear in your fifth day
  In the coming storm, I was bird dragonfly
  Called the thunder hoarsely
  Tis with their wings cover your roses in the rain
  On the fifth day I did not disappear, the great poet of the century I
  I also compose music for you to write a song for you, the eternal poetry
  Even before the tear drops on my roses have withered
  I'd like to go with the stream of child obliterate the number of its petals
  Cupid in the fifth day of the arrow pierced my chest also penetrate my soul
  Since then, my soul turned into a cool breeze from the shell burst
  Valley breeze blowing as the spring breeze blew through the winter forest where you are blowing everywhere
  You never sense because I have not disappeared
  But I still loved the emotion is not dead heat
  (F)
  On the sixth day of love is the most secluded holy love, the love is the most pure
  If you are the petals of a rose I would be under the leaves of your
  Green and pure entrust your faceplate
  On the sixth day is the most painful day of the tragic sun_set_ into my blood red
  Merged into a sea of tears I put together like standing in front of the Goddess
  Your pain in my heart hurt your tears fall onto my face
  I want to leave because I failed to keep the sun shining I can not stop
  Together for the impossible love of a deep sleep like a cloth pull
  I dissolved the black night only dare to bite the guard with the eyes of a Fangning Jing
  Peacock is no longer dead faith but to the northwest to the southeast away lightly
  I pull a boat in the waves in the shadows hiding from the wind waves fade away live
  If you are flying in the clouds Cheng West I was the wild geese flying east
  (G)
  The seventh day of love is a meager paper
  Written on the memory of the tragedy is also a flame of red disappear
  The seventh day is love, strange, strange love is sublimated
  In the quiet night with sleepless eyes can not look through the night
  In the end who is always in the middle of the night like the old bell painful beating, the sound echoes
  I no longer disappear in front of you
  Pieces of red sandalwood, and the streams and the birds sing Doo
  I would like to hide in a Youlin, find a quiet temple
  To obtain a pure soul you just want to forget
  Because faith is dead, faith no longer, faith is dead
  Is intoxicating liquor, let me indulge every day
  Years with a wooden fish will want to crack
  Unexpectedly Qiaoxing a bitter after the seven days of the emotional
  After seven days of every hour, every moment, the spread of ... ...
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