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I like Li Youran's "I like it" and "Bike"

I like it, too?

Li youran?

I seldom go to town because of my leg disease.

always watching open-air movies in the yard; ?

there are children who like to talk around.

I like them, too-they are voiceovers. ?

how many stars does the moon hold?

Let's go to the movies together; ?

they like earthly art?

I like it, too-the distinguished guests from the sky. ?

sometimes the rain comes one after another.

the movie stops showing; ?

go home after class.

I like it, too-the rain and crops are welcome. ?

postscript:?

originally published in Heilongjiang daily swan (3rd edition, August 22nd, 1982). Later, it was published in the comprehensive bimonthly of New Observation with the title "Li Youran's Legacy: I like it too" (No.345, No.1, January 1, 1985). ?

a bike?

Li youran?

a bike?

you keep your feet pedaling?

with this foot?

two wheels, turning. ?

you walk for others?

-not step by step?

you have round legs?

keep turning in circles. ?

every time you turn around, it's human?

the continuation of many steps?

you turn around all day, pick it up?

is a very long, very long line. ?

do you spin every day?

weave the earth crisscross. ?

want to hang it higher? ?

you are light but strong?

can carry things and take children?

you are struggling. ?

are you as busy as a bee?

going to work, work or school?

after work, after work, after school?

you work, study and work actively. ?

you and your companions?

is the dust raised waves?

the road is your ocean?

you are countless small ships?

sailing on this ocean. ?

you're not as big as a car?

it only runs in the middle of the road?

what about you, through the alley?

even walking on a narrow ridge. ?

you never have people waiting for you at the station?

you and others are always ready to leave?

go in from this street?

get out of that street. ?

you run away like a fine horse?

neither eating grass nor drinking water?

just give you some gas?

Qi is your only food. ?

letters and newspapers are sent by you?

I welcome you most, bike?

the message you brought to my distant friend?

you help me understand the changes in the world ...?

the last rose in summer?

Thomas Moore?

this is the last rose in summer.

still open alone; ?

all her beautiful partners?

all have withered and died; ?

there is no more flower.

stay with her?

Reflect her blushing face.

sigh and mourn with her. ?

I don't want to see you continue to suffer.

left alone on the branch; ?

since all the lovely companions are asleep?

why don't you go with them? ?

so I put your fragrant petals?

sprinkle lightly on the flower bed.

to reunite you with your dear friends?

buried in fragrant soil. ?

when the lover's gold ring?

losing the jewel's light?

when that precious friendship withers?

I'd like to go with you, too?

when the faithful heart languishes?

My dear one is dead.

who wants to live alone?

in this bleak world. ?

"forget me"?

-Shu ting?

blue flame?

jumping between the flowing ice of type?

a small book slipped from your hand?

not touching the ground yet?

have I finished?

a beautiful elopement?

can you say it's you?

is it just you?

an unexpected meeting tomorrow?

the index of the diary for many years?

a simple explanation?

a silent signature?

or a birthday present that has been preserved by memory?

from the fence of youth to now?

I remember?

it was hundreds of years ago?

hundreds of years?

does the soul shed its shell again and again?

why is it always?

do these three words wake up?

don't forget me?

who forgot me?

who have I forgotten?

Metasequoia glyptostroboides?

is the water cold?

quiet?

let the confused clouds trace the clouds?

lying in?

pure and pure?

sunset?

outline a mottled scale?

to the shady bay water?

hidden from the backlight?

is it the hand that can bounce the second time?

autumn grows stronger with the heart?

and the sky? With water?

each has its own way, but there are many solutions?

insomnia that night?

tossing and turning can't avoid your long glance?

these years?

I stumble on this string every day?

everyday?

on the screen where you want to be clear and ignorant?

wake up?

sleep?

until my feet touch cold again?

water meaning?

a warm southerly wind? Wear a skewer?

white butterfly?

you call me gardenia? And?

don't know?

You once had a Metasequoia name?

and a season when the backlight disappears?

I won't say?

I don't need to say that I was one of your kind?

for a moment?

that white secret penetrated you?

when I sigh?

suddenly lend your hand? Fade?

is A Min in the cafe?

red light. Green light. Horn and bell?

through the French window?

on a frozen face?

cause a big fire?

the noise?

shine dimly?

eyes?

that unfathomable silence?

is the cup full of night?

no hot air?

drum tower bells are ringing slowly?

one by one?

is there an edge and an infinite distance for expansion and contraction?

crow array of time?

took a woman in batches?

unknown crisis?

follow the path of memory?

dense feather shadows?

reason doesn't believe in comforting the heart?

everything will pass?

pain and loneliness?

it could have been the theme of one night?

but what night?

your own?

unbridled incandescent lamps and cold eyes?

cast reserve into?

ice sculpture?

the soul and name eager to escape?

can't find a shadow to hide?

the next day?

silent accompaniment of sunshine, all this?

has been slowly converted to?

popular songs?

a playing style?

a trumpet is a lamp for an isolated house in the wilderness?

saxophone is a light and soft snowflake?

fall?

layer after layer?

does the trumpet shine in the thin cloud?

in the pond of saxophone?

does the frog sound like a frog?

do fireflies bend the grass awn slightly?

is the trumpet a tallow tree in autumn?

saxophone is torn and surrounded by whirling wind?

the last dance of the trunk with arms raised to pray for heaven?

is the ground scarlet?

the trumpet suddenly pulled up?

saxophone with fog toes, with forest music, with charming deer?

climbing the stairs?

the trumpet jumps out?

saxophone opens the ocean?

wave after wave?

it's all metallic sunshine?

is the trumpet standard in sight?

saxophone with thousands of troops?

the trumpet is desperate?

saxophone?

Ah, saxophone suddenly turned around and became dumb?

does the trumpet let itself fall into the abyss?

broken into the echoes of rain and pearls?

saxophone stands on the stone throat and howls?

with a sinking sunset?

I'm here to replace you, sister?

(akhmatova)?

"I'm here to replace you, sister.

by the bonfire in the high forest. ?

your hair is gray and your eyesight is poor?

falling, tears blindfolded. ?

you no longer remember the songs of birds.

you won't find stars and lightning either. ?

I don't hear the tambourine beating anymore.

and I know that you are afraid of silence. " ?

"You have come to bury me. ?

where are your shovels and shovels? ?

you only have a flute in your hand. ?

I won't blame you.

my voice has long ceased.

is it still regrettable? ?

please put on my clothes.

forget my worries?

let the wind stir up the curls. ?

You smell like cloves.

along the steep road?

In order to be the one who is illuminated. " ?

one has gone, give it to the other?

make room, make room. ?

stumbling, like a blind man?

Walking on a strange and narrow path. ?

she seems to see everything, nearby?

there is a flame ... holding a tambourine in his hand. ?

and she, like a white flag?

and she is like the light of a lighthouse. ?

1912?

(Wang Jianzhao? Translation)?

heavy snow in Hunan?

author: love?

-for Li Yuanluo?

what happened to me?

willows and willows?

shall I think today?

is it raining?

when will you return?

the return date has already been written in the rain in the late Tang dynasty?

in the rain of Bashan?

and drive me through my rain?

it took two thousand years to condense this heavy snow?

landed on Dongting lake?

landed on Yuelu Mountain?

on your sleepless window?

is it snowing?

a complicated and simple silence?

so is silence?

is your desk shining with candlelight?

suddenly a cold wind swept up the curtain?

I went straight to your study?

look around, Jiao Ran?

the snow light dyed my man white?

dyed white, too?

where is our heart?

before greeting?

how much is the palpitation of a lifetime ago?

good smell of wine on the stove?

gradually dispel the historical chills?

you said:

wine is the path home at dusk?

ok! Ok! I gladly raise my glass?

and then gave a heavy cough?

a cough with a strong Hunan accent?

just surprised?

the cold snow coming out of the window?

fly backwards?

are you and I together in this snowy night?

a thousand miles away suddenly shrinks into an inch?

tea leaves wither early?

the flowers are gone?

what do we have tonight?

just a candle to be cut?

is the candle short?

and the words in the ashes are enough to make a history?

do you often persuade people to drink?

the conversation starts with a there's a stir of red in the quiet stove?

is it a shallow smile to drink wine?

is it a silent sigh?

is it a bitterness that you want to say but can't be broken?

it's a pile of old letters?

is it to soothe the cold of today and ask about the warmth of tomorrow?

Is it a plate of bacon fried with Poetry Aesthetics?

Is it a bowl of crucian carp burning "A Noon Lotus"?

Jiang Tao in your chest?

waves in my blood?

is a poem written by the Chu people that is better than tears. ?

is it the thrill of the fifties?

is it the spirit of the sixties?

at this moment, there was a rustling sound outside the window?

shh! You listen?

ok?

just a pair of spikes walking through the snow?

the snow falls silently?

the street is asleep and the street lamp is awake?

the soil is asleep and the roots are awake?

the birds are asleep and their wings are awake?

the temple is asleep and the bell is awake?

the mountains and rivers are asleep and the scenery is awake?

sleep in spring and the seeds wake up?

limbs are asleep and blood is awake?

the book is asleep and the poem is awake?

is history asleep and time awake?

the world is asleep and you and I are awake?

the snow falls silently?

is it late at night?

you still keep adding wine and charcoal for me?

is it extremely cold outdoors?

extremely hot inside?

how about a cup of herbal tea?

let a little awake to regulate the internal and external body temperature?

will you stop panicking tomorrow?

because we finally understand?

wash your eyes with white in the snow?

refining ideas with condensation in the snow?

myths made up in the past?

nothing more than a bed?

makes people wake up in the middle of the night with sweat and heavy clothes?

have we had the wind?

frosted?

hurt?

has it hurt?

have you persisted and given up?

sometimes bow your head?

sometimes bury your head in the sand?

those lost years?

those years when I searched for my own shadow with lanterns?

all of them?

before it snowed heavily?

maybe we can allow some arguments tonight?

some eyebrows?

something tragic?

too much to say?

and forget to say more?

don't you not sing lamentations?

but when you open your mouth, you get hiccups?

forced back?

Jianghu is vast?

the storm is raging?

I'm visiting in the snow tonight?

I wonder where is my future shore?

you and I have never had sex?

a fat, well-groomed teenager?

but tonight you are talking about the boundless universe?

how ambiguous is the world?

who can decipher the impermanence of this life?

pushing the window to ask for heaven?

should the sky be cold?

goodbye?

in the instant darkness when you cut the candle again?

I fly?

throw yourself into a white void?

chasing the sun hundreds of millions of miles away?

just to find an answer?

Xu zhimo's masterpiece? Farewell to Cambridge I left gently, just as I came gently; I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily and swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I am willing to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Looking for dreams? Support a long wormwood and wander back to the greener place of the grass; Full of a boat full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs, quietly is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.

Dai wangshu?

Rain Lane

walks alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.

I hope to meet a girl who is

as sad as a lilac.

She is

lilac-like color,

lilac-like fragrance,

lilac-like sadness,

sadness in the rain,

sadness and hesitation;

She wanders in this lonely rain lane,