My thinking in the poem
It's easy to be free,
But be free of difficulties.
Who makes home for us
Home does not realize that dream
Which we see with open eyes
Sleeps sleeping in the cottage itself,
And no one sees the dream.
What happens in the car
Things to do
Are running behind
High speed!
Throwing up the fragments within the swamps,
Perhaps preserved the heritage of genealogy,
A lotus party would float,
Ever at that end - that end.
It was not his knowledge to be his,
Understanding the mud house
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