Take dreams as horses (or name: motherland)
Author: Haizi
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And temporary material lovers.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I have to follow the path of martyrs and clowns.
Everyone should put out the fire.
I held the fire high alone.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent the long nights of my life with this fire.
This fire is the language of the great motherland, and it is a Liangshan walled city built of stones.
Dream of Dunhuang-the skeleton that will be cold in July.
Such as snow-white firewood and hard snow strips across the mountain.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I threw myself into this fire, and these three just imprisoned me and spit out bright lights.
Ten thousand people will walk under my knife.
Building the language of the motherland
I am willing to start from scratch.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.
Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable.
At an irresistible rate of death
Only food is my baby, and I hold her tightly.
Hold her and have a baby in your hometown.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains and watch my quiet home.
Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.
I wasted my years and felt very tired.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Time flies, not a drop of water remains. A horse died.
If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.
A thousand years later, I once again owned the rice fields in China.
Kicking Zhou's snowy mountain Tianma
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I choose an eternal career.
My job is to be the life of the sun.
Throughout the ages-"Japan"-he is extremely brilliant.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.
The sun is my name.
The sun is my life.
The top of the sun buried the body of poetry.
-The Millennium Kingdom and me
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse"
-I will fail.
But poetry itself will overcome the sun.
Extended data:
Appreciation of taking dreams as horses
Haizi (1964 March 24th-1989 March 26th), formerly known as Cha Haisheng, was born in March 1964 in Gaohe Chawan, Huaining County, Anhui Province. 1979 15 was admitted to the law department of Peking University, and he began to write poems during his college years. /kloc-0 After graduating from Peking University in the autumn of 983, he was assigned to work in the Philosophy Department of China University of Political Science and Law. 1989 committed suicide in Shanhaiguan, Hebei Province on March 26th.
In his short life, the poet kept a noble heart, admired and practiced great poems. In a poem article of 1987, he said: "At the turn of this century and the next, China needs a great poetic action and a great poem.
This is my dream and wish as a contemporary poet in China. "My poetic ideal is to achieve a great collective poem in China. I don't want to be a lyric poet, or a dramatic poet, or even an epic poet. I just want to integrate China's actions and achieve a great poem that combines nation and mankind, poetry and truth. "
Haizi's poems are numerous and of high quality. In his short writing career, he left more than 200 high-level lyric poems and seven-minister poems. These seven long poems were named "Seven Books of the Sun" by his close friend Luo Yihe. In a sense, Haizi almost realized his ambition and wrote "a great poem that combines the nation with mankind, poetry with truth". ?
This lyric poem "Motherland (or Dreams for Horses)" was written on 1987. At this time, it was the middle period of Haizi's "impact limit" poem "Seven Books of the Sun". Therefore, the relationship between this poem and Haizi's writing state and ambition is confirmed, and it also indicates his own fate. Now that the people of Sri Lanka have passed away, we look back at this poem as if we were reading a poet's declaration and prophecy, with epitaph-like sadness and holiness.
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Chasing the dream