Xichuan's poem
1. Autumn Sonnets
Autumn on the earth, mature autumn
is not cruel at all, but more warm
Birds fall, The sky is still flying
The heavy fruit is counting the last time
A person is missing every day on the earth
And the stars are multiplied in secret
The sun out of illusion and the lamp out of illusion
have become the guide for the living people
Even sadness is beautiful. When tears
flow down their faces, When the wind blows
a lonely leaf enthusiastically
However, in the wind, these low-rise houses are
so silent: the roofs are connected together
What do you expect? Just take what as
2. Sonnets in the Moonlight
When people sleep on high buildings, they will dream of
a vineyard in the moonlight
that they are wearing a big cloak
touching the cold grape trellis
and the wind is blowing, and there is a whistle in the moon
. On the river that is sometimes called
Dawn Road, the paper boat sank
The fog floated over the cemetery-like vineyard
The wind was blowing, and the bloodthirsty owls
sang around the vineyard
Singing the requiem lost by mankind
Then you stayed away from the hubbub. You pull out your pistol
you dream that the vineyard in the moonlight
is cruelly crushed by a body
3. Looking at the Starry Sky in Hallgeir
There is a mystery that you can't control
You can only play the role of a bystander
Let the mysterious force
send a signal from a distant place
shine through your heart
. In Hallgeir
in this desolate place far away from the city
beside a railway station the size of a broad bean on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
I looked up at the starry sky
The couple were silent, the birds' wings were thin
The grass was growing wildly towards the stars).
The horses forgot to fly
The wind blows the empty night and blows me
The wind blows the future and the past
I became someone, a humble room with an oil lamp
and the cold roof of this humble room
was trampled into an altar by hundreds of millions of feet of stars
I was like a child who received the Eucharist
Zoom in. They fly up and down
and turn left and right; They whisper to each other
but never wake the artist
and unspeakable happiness emerges on their
human faces. These birds
rather than birds, are all dark
combined with darkness, like seeds that never bloom
like hopeless spirits
blind and ferocious, guided by will
sometimes hanging upside down on branches
like pieces of dead leaves, which makes people feel sad
In other stories, They live in
wet caves
Sunset is the time for them to travel
feed, give birth, and then disappear
They will force a sleepwalker to join them
They will take the torch from his hand and put it out
They will also drive away an invading wolf
Let it fall into the valley, with nothing to say
At night, If a child stays up late
, it must be because a plait
escaped the sore eyes of the night watchman
came nearby and told him his fate
One, two, three plaits
Without property and home, how can it bring happiness to people
? The moon's profits and losses have faded their feathers. They are ugly and nameless
Their heart of stone never appealed to me
Until one summer evening
When I passed my old home, I saw a group of children playing
I saw more bats flying overhead
The evening light cast a shadow over the alley
It also painted the bats with golden clothes
They flew outside the street door with peeling paint. Their leisure attitude
retained me and made me stay in that urban area for a long time
. In the alley where I grew up,
5, Twelve swans
the twelve swans shining on the lake
have no shadow
the twelve swans attached to each other
are difficult to get close to
the twelve swans have twelve musical instruments
when they sing
when they wave their silvery wings
the air lifts their huge bodies
away from an era.
The twelve swans shining on the lake
make people jump
Among the water ducks, they maintain a
pure animal nature
Water is their field
Foam is their gem
Once we dream of those twelve swans
Their arrogant necks
Bend into the water
What makes them?
are they flippers?
With their feathers, they find their lost amulets again and again.
The lake is vast and the sky is high: poetry
is superfluous.
How I wish to see ninety-nine swans
born in the moonlight!
you must become a swan. Only by following them
navigating by constellations
or sucking the night from the leaves of lotus flowers and water hyacinths
6. Twilight is also vast in a vast country
The lights are on one by one
Twilight spreads like autumn
All of them. Come on
Because the twilight is a dream
Silence is pure
I think of some names again
Each name marks
a unique experience
They constitute heaven and hell
and the twilight spreads on the earth
I reach out my hand. Someone holds it
Every time dusk falls, someone knocks on my door
7. The Village of God
I need a God, sleeping next door to me in the middle of the night, dreaming of the stars and the sea
dreaming of Mary in Bethlehem
take off your coat under the dim oil lamp
I need a God, more than the legislator Moses < Lust for the oil in the lamp bowl
You can hear my prayers
Love our family: twelve good brothers
The indestructible Impatiens bloom all over the village
The dog barks and greets a dumb stranger
All the Impatiens kneel at his feet
He picks one. Put it in my arms
and I need a God who never travels far
uses his stubbornness to show that it should be closed
His light shines on my floor through a hole in the wall
Like a gold coin, I can't pick it up
In the night of thunder and lightning, I need this smoking old man, and my father
walks in front of me to bandage the corn
. In fact,
it's as easy as blowing off dust for him to overthrow the world
He built coffins to let us rest in peace
8. Drive the sheep out of the sea
Please drive the sheep out of the sea, shepherd,
Please leave the world to stones
Stones in the night, they are
bright stars in the sky, and you won't see them.
Please drive the sheep out of the sea, shepherd,
Let the sea stir from the bottom.
The coastal lowlands are as vast as dark clouds.
We are left alone in front of another world.
fierce sea breeze. The salt on your face.
the great sun is in the abyss of the sunken ship.
the lighthouse went to the sea, and the water was ablaze.
the sound of the river west of the headland was low.
Say goodbye to a heavy rain yesterday,
Bear the pressure of the night and the devastation of terror.
Silent trees catch the waves,
East of the promontory meets our summer
Because I stand at the end of the road and find
that you are the only one who can approach;
I pray for your sheep: drive them out of the sea
We know each other on this desolate coast.
9. Sonnets of Snow
Humanity puts away its dazzling light
Only snow is particularly bright around the city
The city that protects you from the cold at the moment
When it has been swallowed up in the snow field
Silent snow, It is forbidden for you to tell
the name and history of this city
all its secrets are in your heart
all its secrets will die out on their own
and you respond to silence with silence
Around the city, the wind is swaying
the stars above the pine forest: the eternal fire
from snow to fire, how dark it is!
The soul flying in the dark must
quietly return to the snowy homeland
1. The wind (Part I)
The wind will eventually blow, which will enlighten fate
The wind horse and the wind eagle hung up the wind chimes in my dream last night
Tired of thirst in summer
The wind will eventually blow
.
Blow the stubborn Shelley noisily
Blow the mice to dance
A gust of wind will push the closing force away
The widower's door and invite him to climb the mountain and look far
See the girl who is in full bloom
Walk in the wind
For children who collect years, the wind is
a noble help: blowing off their father's. Let him bend down and pick up
the wind will eventually blow. When the summer is over, we poor people will sip
a glass of clear water and read a book describing the wind.
11.
Clouds (Part One)
Clouds are delusions, memories and despair. It's joy
it's a wounded lily
it's a divine garden (where birds nest)
it's forgotten peace, the wheat pile piled up by angels
it's your lover's underwear, which smells fragrant
it's your future home (where butterflies live now)
it's nothingness, and the big hand that lifts our souls
it's beautiful. The motherland that inspires our senses
passes through the narrow and lonely corridor
You see the cloud city on the top and the vast land
Happiness makes people dumb, and a person with long hair
walks under the cloud; Does he understand
that today he is not a person in life?
In the first afternoon of that history, there were clouds
white, warm and full of sunshine
and there were clouds
mysteriously hovering over the stables of the commune and the heads of the chiefs
You saw the clouds of Confucius and Socrates
And the last words of the sages were only one sentence:
Although people were born without wings, You'd better keep silent
12. Light
I once leaned over to the flowers in the moonlight
I once walked through the darkness of the crypt
On an unexpected night, I once witnessed
the roof of the border town was green
In an unexpected summer, the light of birds
landed in the valley. The light of pine forest falls on the plain
Wheat instead of poetry is like the light of my soul
They move clearly but no one finds them
The man who makes light is sitting on this side of life
Busier than the man who makes darkness
He turns the light of his soul into a shovel
He sees the vineyard on the other side in the dark
Look, The ancient city walls are still stretching in the moonlight
Countless flashing rivers meet in the horizon
Only in the thirty years of my life
All the people I have loved have disappeared in front of me
When the light overflows the land, it becomes the sea of Wang Yang
Our art buds in the dark
It is just a love for light, just like the singing of the siren. On the other side of the fence
13. The Book of the Past
The boat at dawn sets sail at dusk
Venus shines, leading the way for the dead
Passing through the stables and vineyards of this world
Bringing fruits and mature
dreams to those who are afraid of the sun, and trembling on the plate
. Silent earth!
Through the dark gate, I heard the whispers of the wind
The blessed flame was blazing
I saw those naked petals
The body that believed in the future
Only this poem will eventually die
And the truth of the years will come out
The years are endless, and the world is not far away
Just like a storm has just ended
There is still a storm sitting on the treetops.