I see the delivery guy weaving through the crowd
I see the little match girl calling out on the street
If it weren't for Andersen writing that immortal fairy tale
Will there be more normal people in real life?
I see someone praising the giant baby as the child of the earth
I see someone flattering the butcher as the savior of humanity
Countless sweat and blood are consumed by one person
The shame of the times lies in too many people choosing to believe
I see the president performing tricks to the bone
I see his loyalty to 0.01 square meters of land
Heavenly justice is not all within the range of guns and cannons
Even clowns know that even gods cannot always be gods
I see Cassius disdainfully ignoring Caesar's golden chariot
I see the sea receding, and the officials in swaddling clothes are furious
True freedom is in life, not after death
True power lies in sharing, not in inheritance
I see the poet raised in moonlight, sycophantic and servile
I see two peaches making the intellectuals collectively go silent
That master who draws pies for the poor is in Europe
He has only a grave, and no so-called thoughts or ideologies
I see more and more people being wary of utopia
I see the poor starting to have confidence, and the rich knowing compassion
Regardless of morning or evening, regardless of good or bad
We have no right and no reason to demean ourselves
I see the angry Luigi tearing off Zorro's mask
I see suffering women leading us upward
A homeless person in the bridge's arch just needs to turn their body
The flashy medals of the powerful will all fall to the ground
I see someone who hasn't cried for a long time finally in tears
I see men and women worrying about whether they are mentally ill
The snow has started falling again, in this infinite dusk
What a chaotic year, the Classic of Mountains and Seas isn't even asked about
Text / Arnold Abou