
Small Town Poem Collection
by Luoan Sanren
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After tasting the rain, it has never been clear or turbid. Although there are three out of twenty from birth, there are countless loneliness in the body. However, those who destroy me on the way, the clan calls them respect and respect; those who stand up for me on the end, they also regard being close and unkind. The road is as blurry as an ox or a horse, resting on the sky and the earth without knowing where to go. The empty body travels among gods, wanton and desolate. As for the ordinary and meaningful sounds in the world, they also seem to be from another world. There are so many people in the world who don't know me; those who don't come close to me are like dust on a board. This is the normal way, not strange. However, those who are close to me do not know me, and those who know me do not agree with me. I am so sincere and sad that I don't know what to say! The ancients cried when they drove their cars when there was no road; they howled when they saw people migrating. The people laughed at it and regarded it as unacceptable. The bottom line is that you rarely know yourself. However, although there are close friends, if there is no one who knows the truth, it will be sad and great. I can't even mention it in my lifetime, that's about it. Walking alone will not bring you happiness, and you will never be near the river while drinking wine. The vast and powerful energy cannot be maintained; the wings and wings cannot be followed. It is impossible to abandon economics and seek divine works, even if there are swords and axes. However, time is kind and there is still time left. The first twenty figures are no longer worthy of admonishment, but those who come later can still be pursued. Ding clang of jade, pearls of delicacies, high roofs with towering eaves, Lu Yan's home, everything you want is solid. However, bear paws are also what I want. Therefore, with the ambition to be a strong man and the heart of a poor white head, I visited Meng Chang's nobleness. I am lucky if I gain it, and my fate is lost if I lose it. How can one know the shape of the traces left behind in the long wind and waves?
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