His wife, do not be crying (even famous)

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in childhood,
I have a small room, and
a small bed,
with a bright small window. I saw from the window

overgrown trees and fresh grass of the \br> outside of the flash and frolic in the river,
more distant, out of sight of the Blue Mountains with fog.
sooner or later, often overlooking the window I,
the first to understand the world from the window.
I see clouds,
I listen to upload to the Hmong wall blow the flute,
dawn I heard the city is the cock,
the distance I heard the noise of the city after sunrise sound,
there temple bells on the turret.

I read the poems written in the cloud,
I think Dragon guarding his flock through the window,
see the flash of the giant gods
naked body,
indulge They
carnival dinner,
law of Moses sitting there
hallowed halls,
lightning was his glance,
thunderbolt is his sentence,
along with the wind Storm's wrath,
awesome deal in the joys and sorrows of the gods.

night comes,
lonely, aging of the moon,
the edge of a walk in the jungle,
ancient sadness to his bent back,
endless philosophical his passion boil dry,
Today, little remains of wisdom glow,
decorated in a limited time
lonely old age.
morning,
well acquainted in the grass,
I found out one crystal tears,
Oh! I know,
old moon will not even cry!
Now,
I have long left the tall
even the air is green, nourishing the \the bees and butterflies in the Kingdom,
leave it together for the number of sunny days and rainy days, small window.
I walked a little twelve-year-old man's footsteps
,
morning in a rash,
out of that I always loved the hometown
smile.

attached long road the long road,
round tomorrow and then another tomorrow,
how many windows I have to live through,
I treasure the past with a smile to tidy up all,
led me to thinking how many windows the End of the World.
had such a fall,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
This is a grand fall,
a special opening for the eighteen-year-old's,
brilliant red leaves of autumn fly,
you, the brown skin ,
girl with big eyes,
came to my window.
we met early in the childhood dream,

prehistoric times we find each other in space, the stars,
we had the love of thousands of years.
we convey Tom? Sawyer-style
serious letters,

we enthusiastically repeated the nonsense of Eden a pair of idiot,
our fields and the jungle chase,
We pretend angry and conscientiously and well,
we walk in the street arm in arm,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
blushing, but he is not shy.
you this good cook,
tolerance to swallow the first time I made chili for you
cooked the fish,
smell of fish so the fish, you actually said \poverty and rude to enrich a faithful
to receive you,
not even praise the beauty of sound you will not.

the beginning of our house so dark,
are groping in the cabin and bright future paradise,
we use a warm tongue licking sadness,
I use a big rough hands hold your soft hands,
over the number of unnecessary grief.

hometown you smile like the little window in March and the \songs, so give birth to iridescent wings of my life,
reaching your eyes to tame the wild I come from Shan.
years back and forth,
We are accustomed to wandering bohemian style,
song we always run-down beautiful paradise,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
old for that already,
diamonds decorate the city's night miss the little window,
the window, the memory of papaya trees and Jing Quan,
that sea, that mountain, cloud and fog are elegant,
that evening in June and April and wet ... ...
is to create the backbone of our happy ah!

many blue night,
I started plowing the fields in the wood,
my sweat in this endless,
loving land,
like Like real farmer,
constant fear that a hoe plow the crop.
you by my side,
side of me in your dreams,
kettle on the stove like
dove fields in our life cried,

four weeks so quiet,
dream, the night camel Movement in the jungle of books.
you sleep like breathing to me softly call,
plow my sound work,
is your call of collusion.
I often at night to complete the harvest,
me every time you wake up from a dream,
when I gain share in the bed,
you with the joy of awakened from a dreamless,
Arab girl like a quilt but the eyes, hugged
,
share with me the gift of harvest.
natural,
all the world's disasters are failures,
I wake you up with a failure of anger,
you like a peasant woman as unfortunate,
soothe your poor partner .

that you always holding my age and totally disproportionate to the rough
big hands,
maternal great hands for a pair of trauma sad,
how much I treasure you never over- encourage,
praise you like I never, like beauty,
you know, all the United States,
can not cry out, ah!

Today,
time as the autumn wind blew through overgrown grass lake,
your cheeks are brown ripples appear first,
your hair is also proud of the first infected the autumn frost,
although we still far away from the
Burns To Mary? age of Morrison's love songs,
also away from the sets of TV drama with the poor Bideluofu sled,
delivery City doctor on his wife's age,
although
we seem to just learn a little
the principle of parents,
we have children and a naughty,
grimaces as mischievously.
We are also an interesting toy enchanted,
... ... Even though a hundred, \
turned to the two of us together,

young to the past, smiling good-bye now!
pay tribute to the time,
one kind of tribute;
a euphemism for farewell;
a hero, and not come back the nostalgic;
a happy elegy.
our love,
and our lives as tenacious,
life full of love,
faithful love of life test.

We had sad,
sad but we despise,
she only occasionally gently blowing in our hair on the tip of gossamer,
inadvertently has gone with the wind.
we have too much laughter,
we have too much laughter for the middle-aged envisaged
journey,
work in a sweat every where,
is full of smiles ,
middle age, is a mature season ah!

we rowed,
The river of life to sail,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],
we are the masters of Jiang Liu,
we appreciate the overlapping, rolling with the waves,
us from the bottom view fantasy situation,
cliffs from the valley sides
also smell the fragrance of orchids.
boat through the expansive,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sunny plains,
sometimes grows Juyou and lychee entered the river,
saw the red roofs and white walls are fresh,
braved the smoke Cabin ... ...

our happy boat,
today stood two young sailors,
so similar that they and we are young,
that his head is shiny black southerners ,
voyage that person's forehead and eyes,
for wind and rain that broad shoulders,
wishes they gazed at the direction of the sea,
one day, will take over our rudder and propeller .
middle age is to meet the season ah!
pleased to let the simple and good hearts,
I kiss you,
Zhiruo but kiss your hands full of cracks,
kiss you serene and courageous heart,
kiss Your eternal beauty,
because you,
the world and I will spread the story of the kids happy.

1970 年 12 月 12 日 in Cixian