Soul Cutter
Put the soul from the wings of the bird.
Cut it down. Let the flesh dance.
Let the soul indulge and revel in wanton.
Fall under the twilight, under the grassroots.
The poet who squeezes the soul wants to come from within the soul.
Squeeze out the wine, squeeze out the perfume.
Squeeze out the depravity and sublime aesthetics of the flesh.
The greatness and infinity that cannot be found in the flesh.
They seek liberation and salvation from within their souls.
Let him go, for all the sins he has committed are by the soul.
Come to repentance. The wine of love he tasted.
All are in the soul, accumulated and immortal.
Precipitate your heart and make your heart clear
Put a pair of shoes on the lake.
What she wants is to wash her heart.
The lake was embracing her, sucking her, devouring her.
She sat down on the surface of the lake again, like a lotus flower.
Bloom into a fishing fire.
What's in this heart? How to clear this heart.
She has always been painting on her body.
Paint yourself as a door to see.
The frustrated, see hope and warmth.
The decaying one, seeing the spring, the sprout, the seven days come and go.
The reborn, see the promise, the oath.
He's not an oathbreaker, he's not.
Promises, contracts, love breakers.
People say that only those who are on the rails have been.
I have tasted the wine of love. Physical cheaters.
Taste the ecstasy, freedom and madness of Dionysus.
Soul cheaters, tasted.
The power of the devil, the energy, the infinite possibilities.
Taste as long as she wants.
As soon as she turned, she could become the creator god.
Create a city of love and light.
Clear, just let yourself go.
to the opposite of yourself. Thereby.
Let yourself be one with yourself.
Put your soul in a clay pot and walk with it in your arms
Put your soul in a clay pot and walk the world with it.
Stumbling over physical obstacles, never can't.
Stumbling over souls. The one with wings, in a dream.
When flying. The soul is that gust of wind.
It's a breath of encouragement that sustains him.
The source of strength for upwards and upwards.
Dancers within the darkness, bring souls.
Ignited into a fire, ever since.
Everywhere on the earth, there is an unquenchable flame.
Don't rush yourself, don't shine on others.
Just bright alone.
Author:Lan Ting, who once used the pen name Bing Ma, published a collection of poems "Iron Rose". Graduated from the Department of Chinese at Beijing Normal University. He used to be the executive deputy editor-in-chief of fashion magazines, and the vice president and executive deputy editor-in-chief of an online company.
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