The full text of Guo Moruo's poem "Phoenix Nirvana"

In ancient times, there was a divine bird named "Phoenix". At the age of 500, Ji Xiangmu set himself on fire and was reborn. Delicious and unusual, he never died again. According to this bird, it is the so-called Phoenix in China; The man is a phoenix, and the woman is a phoenix. "The Portrait of Confucius" said: "Phoenix fire essence, health Dan point." "Guangya" cloud: "Phoenix ... nominal, mother called it." The prelude in the air is approaching New Year's Eve. A pair of phoenixes are flying around, singing sad songs, and the branches are flying with fragrant wood, flying on the Danxue Mountain. On the right side of the mountain, there is a withered phoenix tree. On the left side of the mountain, there is a dormant James Li. In front of the mountain, there is a vast sea. Behind the mountain, there is a gloomy plain. The mountain is a cold day. The sky is dark, the incense wood is high, the phoenix is tired of flying, and the phoenix is tired of flying. Their death is near. Phoenix pecks at fragrant wood and sparks fly. A spark was burning, and plumes of cigarettes went up. The phoenix pecked at the fan, and the smoke scattered on the mountain, and the mountain was full of fire. The night is deep, the incense is burning, the chicken pecks and the chicken fans are tired, and their death is near. Ah ah! Mourn for the phoenix! Phoenix dance, low! Singing, tragic! Phoenix dances, burns and sings, and a flock of birds fly from outer space to watch the funeral. The phoenix song is instantaneous! That is! That is! That is! That is! That is! The vast universe is as cold as iron! The vast universe, dark as paint! The vast universe is bloody! Universe, universe, why do you exist? Where are you from? Where are you sitting? Are you a finite hollow ball? You are an infinite fragment? If you are a limited empty ball, where does it come from to embrace your space? Why do you have life? Are you still communicating alive? Are you still a lifeless machine? I hold my head high and ask for the sky, and the sky is high and the clouds are light, so I have no knowledge. I bowed my head and asked the ground. The ground is dead, so don't breathe. I asked the sea, and the sea was singing. Ah ah! Born in such a dirty world, even the diamond nod will rust! Universe, universe, I will try my best to curse you: your bloody slaughterhouse! Don't be sad for a prison full of sadness! You ghosts howling graves! You are in hell! Why on earth do you exist? We fly to the west, which is a slaughterhouse. We fly to the east, and the east is the prison. We fly to the south, and the south is the same grave. We fly to the north, and the north is hell. We were born in such a world, so we must learn to cry in the ocean. Burn songs! Full! Full! Full! Full! Full! Tears poured down like a waterfall for 500 years. Tears have been dripping like candles for 500 years. Endless tears, unclean filth, lingering affection, lingering humiliation, where shall we settle down? Ah ah! Our ethereal floating life is like a lonely boat in the sea. The left side is also swimming, and the right side is also swimming. Not in front of the lampstand, not behind the coast. The sail broke, the raft broke and the raft drifted. The tired boat just groaned in the boat, and the angry waves were still in the sea. Our ethereal floating life is like a deep dream in this dark night. It is also a sleep before and after. It comes like the wind, goes like smoke, comes like the wind, goes like smoke, sleeps behind, sleeps in front, and we only get a moment's wind smoke in this sleep. Ah ah! What's the point? What's the point? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! There are only some sad, troubled, lonely, rotting dead bodies moving around us, running through our moving dead bodies! Where is the freshness of our youth? Where is the sweetness of our youth? Where is the brilliance of our youth? Where are the joys and sorrows of our youth? Let's go Let's go Let's go Everything is over, everything is going on. We're going, so are you. Sad! Trouble! Lonely! Decline! Phoenix sings the same song! The flames were blazing. The smell is fluffy. It's time. It's time to die Everything outside! Everything in the body! Everything, everything! Please. Please. Rock Eagle: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, it's my turn to short the overlord! Peacock: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, please look at my glory in Hualing! Owl: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? Oh! Where did the smell of rat meat come from? Dove: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? Look at the happiness of our tame people from now on! Parrot: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? Please listen to our speaker's opinion from now on! Crane: Haha, Phoenix! Phoenix! You are the primate of this bird! Are you dead? Are you dead? From now on, please look at our dance school! Feng Huangming crows, the tide rises, and the dead light comes back to life. The spring tide rose, the spring tide rose, and the lifeless universe came back to life. A rising tide lifts all boats, the tide rises and falls, and the dead phoenix is reborn. Phoenix and Ming are born again, and we are born again. Everything is one, self-improvement, self-improvement. We are him and they are me. I have you and you have me. I am you and you are me. The fire is burning. Phoenix is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are fresh, we are clean, we are gorgeous, we are fragrant, and everything is integrated and fragrant. Everything, fragrance. Xiang is you and Xiang is me. Xiang is him, Xiang is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are passionate, and we love. We are happy, we are harmonious. Everything is integrated and harmonious. Everything is in harmony. Harmony is you and harmony is me. Harmony is him, and harmony is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We are vivid, we are free. We are full of vitality and have a long history. First of all, it has a long history. Everything is very long. The dragon is you and the dragon is me. Time is him, time is fire. Fire is you. Fire is me. The fire is him. Fire is fire. Soar! Soar! Sing! Sing! We sing, we soar. We soar, we sing. One thing is to sing forever. Everything about a person is often sung. Are you singing? Am I singing? Is he singing? Is the fire singing? Singing is singing! Singing is singing! Can only sing! Can only sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!