Big wings
Can not fly
With the burden
Of great pride,
But the small wings
Can easily fly
And also soar high
In the blue sky
With their humble and simple feelings,
Thereafter the little wings write their names
In the clean and azure sky
With flying colours.
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I would like to translate this poem
pride the burden of freedom; yeah the big wings the fatty person can less fly, can less walk............. simple is smart, smart is always beauty and beauty is truth....................so truth always becomes simple!