Like every city, it is ashamed of the countryside.
My messy life, ashamed of the warm garden,
My nightmare sleep, ashamed of the moon in the sky,
I want too much, and I am ashamed of being clean.
My narrow love for a woman is ashamed of tonight.
Sparse night sky,
My reincarnation, my hell, my repeated mistakes,
I am ashamed to be pure and wish bodhisattva,
Shame on your parents and your country.
I am also ashamed of glorious people from all walks of life.
1993
2, ah, the country!
Your naked little boy is herding cattle by the river,
Your old beggar at night, the perfume girl waiting for guests in front of the hotel,
A poor family lives in your low room, and a little girl in the country is picking up coal on the railway tracks.
Sloppy woman who stole iron in your factory.
How many people are cowardly,
The depression of being unable to speak,
The iron anchor on the shore is soaked with the sadness of the years,
Interrupt, it's been too long!
Crying is to save glory,
For the naked boy by the river,
His face was covered with mud and he was still laughing.
Close to our mixed hearts.
1995
3. Bright and beautiful
Long river, you flow slowly
How can self-learners not worry?
The river in the evening reflects the wire fence and the pavilions of our ancestors. ...
The workers are going home.
The sun sets.
Businessmen are making money
Everything far away from us
Hardening
Into the iron gate, bar, closed aluminum balcony.
Years of harmonious existence
Years of pine trees and quatrains
The years of a great country
People get distracted.
Morality is invalid.
Discipline was cancelled.
Universal depression
Universal lewdness
General dissatisfaction
The unique gray of the unique bell tower
Once, twice
How do these landscapes please our eyes?
What kind of spring can't stay?
Long river, you flow slowly
Pavilions and pavilions reflecting ancestors, pine trees of ancestors ...
1995
4. Evening light
The nameless greatness of the mountains,
Birds that torture their conscience at night,
Our blind vision,
Complex and profound heart,
The sudden hot window of the earth
He suddenly went crazy, mom!
People stared at the gate.
This forgotten majesty
Through what kind of sacrifice?
In exchange for our continued image of the motherland?
What are our standards?
Pagoda of Six Harmonies and mountains in our life?
What left us by the lake?
Sitting on the whip of sunset pity?
No one can simply love, sympathize and continue the melody.
Write down the real spring and the rich blue sky. ...
No one wrote down that this river carries waste newspapers.
The old black cross at dusk,
Ah, the century of sorrow, the century of curse.
How can you not accelerate our aging and human death?
On a cool night, on the boulevard,
I want to live, without life, I want unity, without unity. ...
When the lake meets the dusk,
When trucks, trucks from other provinces, speeding, speeding
Our loneliness, despair, confusion,
In deepening, deepening, deepening ...
1995
5. Motherland
The sheep on the hay looked at the distance in silence.
How beautiful it is, the hive in the rape field.
A tearful cow was tied to a stone,
Tractors carry straw back and forth.
The nameless bird flies in the soul composed of blue sky, eyes and canals.
The body bathed in spring in winter oozes happy sweat.
I don't know the bitter water of the boatman who carried asbestos shingles.
But the light that falls on the deck and the canal will last forever! Their black eyes will last forever!
Dead lotus branches are like the spirits of the ancients,
Nothing is more painful than seeing the collapsed old house.
The spire at the top of the mountain by the Gu Xi River and the spire at the pier by the river.
At the same time, with the brown of the soil, stab the blue sky!
In the carriage, people stared at the sunset.
Farmer's blue cloth jacket hanging on peach tree.
1996
6. Commemorate the abandoned Confucius Temple
On the banks of the Yangtze River, which runs day and night,
Yellow smoke came out of the chimney,
Draw a picture for us slowly.
The bleakness of the snowy evening.
One by one, role models appeared,
A complete dusk has arrived,
Just like these buildings with only a dozen big columns left,
Never understood by us.
The exposed tracks in the snow are like poor orphans.
This poverty extends far away,
Let me see. Standing on the sleeper
A country woman whose cheeks are covered with soot.
She is like a long window buried deep in the ground,
Like a broken stone tablet in a dead Confucius temple,
Asking us to bend over in the snow to remember,
Snowflakes all over the sky, two birds on the lake
They chase up and down,
It seems like a long time ago.
In order to quell this objection,
All the role models are here.
The climbing steps lead to the place of saints,
I can't pass it on,
The towering firs blend into the gray sky,
This is a difficult poem, and we can't write it anymore.
Why am I unhappy,
Looking at that stone tablet,
The word "filial piety" written in quiet calligraphy?
Why should I watch this free snowflake?
On the land like dusk,
A few long curved windows,
A few smashed stone lions,
It's just a remnant of feudalism.
People silently exchange vegetables and coins,
The stevedores threw frozen pork at the truck.
Under the white mask, a girl born for heavy snow,
People are still concerned about a heavy snow.
On the banks of the Yangtze River, which runs day and night,
Silent snowflakes slowly outline for us.
The dim twilight of this town,
This is a heavy snow that we expect with bitter water.
1995—— 1999
7. At the foot of the mountain
At the foot of the mountain where the saints are buried,
Migrant workers wear gray-blue hats, showing only two eyes.
Standing by the lime pool with white smoke,
Surrounded by flustered fields.
I didn't want to record it for years.
At the foot of the mountain where the saints are buried,
Migrant workers wear gray-blue hats, showing only two eyes.
Standing by the lime pool with white smoke.
2000
8. ewes and cows
-To Pompeii
1
One year,
On the hillside,
My heart melted,
In the palm of my hand,
In my crushed sheep dung crumbs.
It turned out to be grass on the ridge,
Grass by the roadside.
I heard.
On the back frame of the bicycle.
The sound of ewes hanging upside down,
Like a little girl.
Shout:
"Mom, mom ..."
My heart melted,
In the air,
In the world.
2
When I was a child,
Sun-dried cow dung on rural earth walls,
Burning in a fire pit,
Reflected the mother's face.
My heart melted,
It turned out to be grass on the ridge,
Grass by the roadside.
Now I see dark clouds rolling in the sky,
The rain poured down,
Ten old cows crossed the river,
Horned hemp rope
Tied to the carriage.
Their eyes,
Looking at the rain humbly,
Like a blue potato in the corner.
The river is big and muddy.
Rushed to the boathouse,
In front of their motionless eyes
Splash waves.
Soon,
Oh, it's almost ashore,
The honest eyes of ten cows,
Looking at the rolling river.
Where will the eyes of ten cows go?
My heart melted,
In the air,
In the world.
2000
9. Pay tribute to Zhu Huifen
Fresh ashes,
The ground is cold:
"Come on, your pain and happiness.
No more dependence, please forget. "
Your body burns in flames,
Raise and illuminate the flame.
You used to be afraid of hot and cold weather,
Afraid it's not tall and beautiful enough,
Now that you are terminally ill,
Reduced to ashes in flames,
Is this the person I loved?
As you told me, is this the man who crossed the road?
In the ashes of that dustpan,
Your talking eyes,
I used to be crazy;
Your soft body,
I used to hug.
My love can't stand your aging,
Cann't stand the blow of your death,
I can't stand you disappearing into the flames in an instant.
There are still many yellow spots and black spots in your ashes.
That was when we were together,
The crystallization of stupid things.
Those fears of love,
Show your inner trembling,
Once as eager as a flame,
We were paralyzed and groggy from burning.
Your beautiful hair,
Is this your skull?
You are beautiful and obedient, and your face is beautiful.
As if never getting old,
Will not get sick, will not die.
Now you are waiting for a wooden box,
A little bigger than the bird's nest,
But where did it go,
Not as bright as the Bird's Nest.
You're still waiting for a red cloth,
A small wreath made of plastic.
When the firecrackers are set off,
There will be a voice in our hearts:
"It's time to forget again."
Now the fallen leaves rustle under our feet,
The trees are quiet,
The river is calm,
As the ashes tell us.
2000
10, Qingfeng.
If I were a breeze,
I blew on the ruins of the temple.
If I were Mao Mao Rain,
I fell on the broken tile of Confucius Temple.
Help me,
Guanyin and ksitigarbha.
Help me,
Confucius and Mencius.
I'm just a dog bone left on the side of the road,
I am a monk who was driven down the mountain.
I am an old beggar on the bridge.
I am a person who lives by the heavily polluted river.
Help me,
Rivers and small rivers.
Help me,
Old willow and old elm.
I want to be a male provider and a female provider.
I would like to be their confession,
If I climb to the top of the mountain along the stone steps,
I'll take someone up.
Help me,
Wannian Bridge and Guangji Bridge,
Help me,
Dacheng Hall and Guangji Temple.
If I were a breeze,
I blew on the ruins of the temple.
If I were Mao Mao Rain,
I fell on the broken tile of Confucius Temple.
2000
1 1, New Year's message
No one hopes for me anymore,
All the major rivers in my body are bubbling with black bubbles.
All the good parts of me are buried.
In the funeral procession,
I am the loudest one.
I have too much hay rustling on the wall,
There are too many bodies on me in the frozen river.
No one is counting on me anymore.
I looked out of the window silently,
Ginkgo trees greet the Spring Festival in sadness.
No one records how we got here—
Nobody recorded 1959,
Nobody recorded 1960,
Nobody recorded 1967,
"God", sometimes I really want to shout:
"I don't even know how to live!"
I witnessed the dumb, I witnessed countless voices become one voice,
I have witnessed the passage of the days when we regarded Confucius as a saint!
At a loss, suffering can't find its image in our country.
Homeless as a ghost.
Today I want to say that you haven't even taught me to be filial to my parents.
You didn't even teach me how to make a living,
Not to mention how to spend my life,
How to find the light in life?
Our feelings are too deep, but we can't make a sound.
We are too depressed, but we have become speechless.
We were silent,
As if sin were our background.
We see those early spring flowers in full bloom, but we can't find words of joy.
We have a strong dream of revival.
I want to cry from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River to the lower reaches.
I want to grab the mast of the river and cry.
I saw a farmer go into town with two baskets of strawberries.
I want to hold his footprints and cry on the concrete floor that smells like straw.
Because for a long time,
I have a desire to burst into pain.
2000
12, watch
I remember my mother pulling my ear and leaving the pond.
At that time,
I am looking at a frog.
I started watching it in the morning,
Until the evening,
It's getting dark,
It didn't move either.
Mother said,
It doesn't move,
what are you reading?
She doesn't know,
I watched it for a long time,
I just saw this frog in the pond.
I watched it for a long time,
To understand life.
I'm not the only one.
I watched it for a long time.
Only to find that,
Leaves fall on it,
It doesn't move,
Flies landed on it,
It doesn't move,
My mother grabbed my ear,
Trying to drag me home.
grow up
I just found out,
I'm in a dead building in the world.
Observe the movement of frogs,
The motionless frog once attracted my childhood deeply.
200 1
13, see the soil again in the destruction of nothingness.
I went to see the dirt again tonight-
This is a simple long journey,
In many weeds, nothing is planted.
Its touch, no sound,
Its wisdom has no language.
Anyone will abandon us, no.
Some absinthe is shaking in it,
It's like a sadness haunting my mind.
2002
14, overlooking Liang Dongshan
There is a smell of stewed herbs under an old buttonwood tree.
I know, this is my motherland.
At night, someone will smash the medicine can in the middle of the road.
I know my motherland will flow out of the medicine jar.
Kneeling,
Kneel here.
Put your surging heart on your chest,
Kneel into a stone statue.
A big hole was blown out at the foot of the mountain.
There is an old willow tree, just like the corpse of a dragon.
Around the dragon's body is burnt grass.
These are not on the mountain,
There are too many blanks on the mountain.
I haven't reached the blank yet.
2002
15, four frames of the album.
1
I am a scholar,
My pen was taken away.
2
I raised my neck to eat locust leaves,
My horn is over 500 years old,
There is a small flower hanging on it.
three
I have a sword in my mouth.
I stepped on his back,
Grab his hair,
This leaves the long river, this once-in-a-lifetime sinner.
four
I knelt in the shadow of the mountain to mourn the death of the hoe.
My ghostly hair dragged to my heels.
2002
16, kneeling mother and son
There is a layer of light on the fallen leaves in the garden.
Follow her to the Buddhist temple in the yard.
She's always sick,
My knees are trembling.
The light of fallen leaves in the garden,
Shining on her kneeling figure.
Mom, I want to grow old with you,
I want to kneel with you under the lotus seat of Guanyin.
2003
17, going to the grave
Farmers in China always carry things on their shoulders.
When they walk, they pick them up,
They took it off when they were lying down,
They were picking when they stood silently with their cuffs closed.
Although their room is very warm with cotton, they feel cold.
They are wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, which makes me feel like a strange grave.
When they really become graves,
This tomb is also choosing something,
Pick it when it is frozen, and pick it when it is thawed.
This grave is my father's grave.
I squatted down to burn paper for him,
I burned too much ash and I was sweating all over.
When I stood up, I saw weeds around me.
Surrounded me in an instant.
At this time,
Crowds of people came from the city to the village.
Go to their grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, aunt and aunt,
Most of them are in 1950, 1959, 1960,
1967,1968,1969 ... ...
2003
18, Department of Homeland Security
Rivers are chaotic,
I don't want to say anything.
I flew easily, leaving no trace,
Seeing you weeding in front of your mother's grave,
Your heart
(That's my hometown)
It's already lost.
My cry in the sky,
You don't know.
2003
19, ancient
When a person grows up,
The first thing that comes to mind is,
Is the breeder who buried him,
Buried,
Buried until no one knows,
He once had such a nurturer.
In ancient times,
That's it.
A person's greatness,
This is a symbol of kindness,
When he fully recognized the image of the benefactor
He grew up,
Like his ancestors,
Become an asylum seeker,
Silence is his main wisdom.
In ancient times,
That's it.
Nobody knows,
What kind of wisdom will this soil, which is silent because of the splendor of the sunset, produce?
In ancient times, it was like this.
Cedar is sparse because of soaking,
The river is vast because of immersion.
The old mother is beautiful and compassionate because she is immersed.
A leaf
Shake from side to side, down
In the process of dying, still immersed in ...
Yes, even in decay, we can't lose our concentration.
Rot is also a manifestation of the soul,
For example, people who have died unjustly for many years appear on their persecutors.
This must be a gift from the soul,
It seems that people who have been catching snakes for many years have ugly and itchy snake spots.
This must be a gift from the soul.
Decadence has a soul,
In ancient times, it was like this.
I glanced through the long window,
Pieces of peach trees
In the vast snow,
Boundless snow
Temporarily covered up this gloomy soil,
No matter where I am,
Wake up or go to bed,
Its sacred vision,
It always touches my heart.
In ancient times, it was like this.
Our desire has turned the loving mother in our hearts
Buried for many years,
We are not loyal and obedient to her,
Always with her,
In ancient times, it was like this.
A tile is no longer on the roof with the sky.
But it was moved to the ground,
Throw it in the vegetable garden.
He has no roof,
Without gratitude to god,
Whether he grew up in difficulties,
Or die in the dark,
In ancient times, this was a problem.
2003