dirge
-pay homage to Wenchuan
Zhang Zhihao
Those who are still indifferent at this time should chop their hands.
In this way, you can feel the pain and feel your fingers connected.
In this way, you will pick up the pen like me.
Put it down again and pick up a heavier feather.
Rock, gravel, shake it again.
I shook my head and said sadly, "I didn't die last night."
Today I'm just being held up and oppressed ... "
Ah, isolated mountains, creatures isolated by mountains
Stones are no longer stones, and trees are no longer hotbeds and shade.
The river is noisy, so there is no need to flow.
-This is another creation, thanks to the same creator.
You just cut your nails yesterday, and today you have to cut off another piece of yourself.
I don't need anything I praised.
Green mountains and green waters, in the mood for love-whatever you do.
In an instant, they became the severed tails of geckos.
A wisp of smoke in a crack, a curtain in the distance behind the smoke
That's the root of your unsatisfied death.
You can write like this: "Face the world, a scholar."
Only good at glaring, the oppressed will ascend to heaven with their bare hands. "
You can also write like this: "Those who bury my rivers and mountains raise me, and I'm not going anywhere."
2008-5- 15、2 1
secret
—— Wenchuan Earthquake Memorial Hall
li zhiyong
I'm the only one who knows, under the third window in the east of the building.
A child was buried.
A newly invented life-saving machine landed slowly in the air.
I'm the only one who knows.
A small pit was dug in a place yesterday, and blood oozed from it.
Some of us hold a knife like me.
I'm the only one who knows.
The child buried under the ruins finally let out a long sigh.
In a sea of people, this earthquake is like a sign hanging on my face.
Before that, I was like an unfinished statue.
Only in some late nights do the dead come to carve one by one.
I have no new questions to ask the gods and buddhas on earth or in heaven.
I'm the only one who knows.
There is a hell, and there are others.
My house is small and collapsed.
Written in May 2008
Today.
—— Wenchuan Earthquake Memorial Hall
li zhiyong
I took the bodies dug out of the ruins as my heart.
I wish they could jump, but they jumped anyway.
Stand still for us.
I sit in a far place.
Poplar leaves are growing and birds are singing in higher places.
In the air, still for us.
Written in May 2008
Please observe a moment of silence.
—— Wenchuan 5. 12 earthquake festival
Zhang Zuogeng
Please mourn for a winding road.
Please pay tribute to the debris flow along the way.
Please pay tribute to the people caught in the mudslide, one of whom didn't have time to open it.
Will always sink to the bottom of the flower in silence.
-This little flower has a dandelion flying dream.
A wish that a parachute has not yet been opened.
Please mourn for this dandelion dream and parachute.
Please observe a minute of silence.
Mourn the solidification of 14: 28 above.
The earth is tired and dark.
Please pay tribute to the black that is more silent than the lips that are closed forever.
Only the hanging lake is lifted to people's heads like a sword.
Please pay tribute to the hanging lake.
Please mourn for the sudden surge of the river.
The river suddenly swelled because of the raised riverbed image.
An awl pierced its clear throat.
Please mourn for a bridge-
He was beheaded for no reason. That crack is like a wound crushed by time.
Please pay tribute to this funnel-shaped wound.
Please observe a moment of silence for the broken and half-collapsed wall.
This wall has vines on the front and a calendar on the back.
Please pay tribute to vines and calendars.
Please pay tribute to the dark range hood.
That kind of lampblack was once dismissed by us as the dirt of life, but now
It evokes more than warm memories.
There is also a simple, but hot, delicious and punctual dinner.
Please pay tribute to May 2008 12.
After this day, all the mourned things will be different.
no
Silver
Don't be so big at dusk.
The playground should not be empty.
You are still a child.
You don't know the way.
How do you go home
The collapsed building should not be so high.
Don't be black
You study in it.
You're afraid of pain
Do you still want to read comic books?
Don't destroy the road in the back hill.
The river should not be so cold.
I support you.
None of us deserve to die.
Let's go find your mother.
2008/5/ 15
◎ National mourning: 5. 12 sacrifice
Yu Xiaozhong
I have many dead people buried in the air.
I have a mother who lost her son, although I am still alive.
-[Israeli] yehuda Amiguess
I know you are looking at me sadly.
I know, I will become a wisp of smoke.
In the meantime, you have exhausted all your strength.
You roll up your sleeves and run between rubble, rubble, wind and rain, darkness and light.
You are the sons, fathers and mothers of mankind.
Soldiers, doctors and nurses, torchbearers have different accents.
You dig me out, hug me, call me, and cover me with a white sheet.
All dogs are wild dogs, and all birds are surprised.
I am as heavy as a stone and as black as a toad under a rock.
The rest of me, like a naughty child, hid behind me in front of the angry giant.
catapult
I am a collapsed school building and a collapsed roadbed.
I am a deep pool that suddenly disappears.
I am a hanging lake, and I am a book buried in the soil.
I am a child held by my mother, and I am shaking violently.
Bite my mother's chest.
I am a grumpy husband, and I have no time to change my mind and say, honey, you should be fine.
I can't even come back as a plant.
I have the name of mountains and rivers.
I am a smoke in the flame, winding and drifting in the wind. ...
2008.5. 16- 19
◎ The harvest will continue after the disaster.
As Ivan Kara Matsov said: Nothing can make up for a child's tears. However, accept all the tears and countless worries beyond them.
-[France] Wei Yi
Those who run for you will leave.
Cutting stones with bare hands, pushing rice and undressing, and leaving hand in hand.
There are too many tears.
The day suddenly turned into a long night.
Your body and eyes are covered with the ashes of robbery.
Or dove flower and magnolia flower.
Or the mountains and rivers where you live.
This is the place where relatives bury their bones, so it is the hometown.
It was your mother who gave birth to you, and it was her pitying hand.
Where you touch it again and again at night.
After the thunderbolt, you still have to listen
After the disaster, your villagers
Wheat and rape will still be harvested
They are like godsend, new things.
2008.5.2 1
day of mourning
Mo Tou Bei Bei
Zhongsheng hotel
Chew with your teeth
Rice noodles, meat and eggs.
For the head
Frequently enters the front cavity, and the air is continuously separated backwards.
Now their lips are quiet. In order to cooperate
Stiff vocal cords.
Dawn shows the colors of the night.
Through the staggered corridors
Groups of loneliness collide with dark sparks from opposite directions.
Loose hands hold what they want.
After falling
Something that bounces back into your hand.
Never again: the sound of peeing: into the cup
The sound of pouring water.
It is always slower than lightning: thunder.
I closed my eyes when you cried.
At 5 am on May 20th, 2008, the 9th day of Wenchuan earthquake.
silent
-Written on 5? 12 after the Wenchuan earthquake
Li Yiliang
Silence is Wenchuan, the rubble piled up in people's chest.
Silence is the dark sun. May 12 14: 28.
Silence is a gaping wound in the earth.
Silence is the increasing number of deaths.
Silence is the son of mankind.
Silence is the open arms of parents.
Silence is the prime minister of the Republic of China.
A roaring special plane.
Silence is the mouth of a young soldier. It's a nurse girl
An exalted hand
Holding an infusion bottle in his hand.
Silence is a collapsed teaching building.
Silence is an unfinished Chinese class, a clear blackboard writing.
Silence is a broken basketball.
Silence is a little hand stretching out from the ruins.
Silence is the amputated lower limb.
Silence is frozen.
Shout loudly.
Silence is a tear wiped from the corner of my eye.
Silence is you, silence is me, and silence is selfishness and indifference that you and I can no longer tolerate.
Silence is a lasting moral indignation.
Suddenly lost weight.
Silence is hot blood and red blood.
From Beijing, Shanghai and Shenzhen, it quietly flows to Sichuan.
Silence is the motorcade to Wenchuan Beichuan.
Silence is six nails shaved by a soldier in the ruins.
Silence is the time taken back from death.
Silence is a twisted road and track.
Silence is the rooster in Wenchuan early morning.
Silence is the edge of the rubble in the hospital tent.
People's dreams of waking up.
Silence is the home of orphans.
Silence is the sun that rises as usual.
Silence is the person who survives the robbery.
Silence resounded through the forehead of the earth.
Silence is the gold of faith buried deep in my heart.
2008.5. 17.
Death curse
-"Mianzhu will dig out the body today and bury it immediately if no one claims it."
night
Pots and pans, books, bedding, eaves
Door panels, batteries, televisions, chickens and dogs.
Rice, wheat, rape, ginkgo
New, Dryopteris spinosa, Fritillaria, Gastrodia elata
Eucommia ulmoides Oliv , Bo Huang, Strontium Spring, Wolong
Minshan, Longmen, Five Loyalties and Three Sages
Giant panda, golden monkey, Sumen antelope
Maoguan deer, red bean wood, Davidia involucrata
Xiangfu Temple, Nanxuan Temple, Sanxi Temple
Huilan Pagoda, Wu Yun Temple and Jixiang Temple.
Mianyuan River, Shiting River and Wading River
Mawei River, Baishui River and Longman River
Qingping, Tianchi, Yangquan and Jinxi
Num, bo, Hanwang, Yuquan
Tumen, Guangji, Qingdao, Banqiao
Filial piety, Five Blessingg, Jinhua, Fuxin.
Zundao, Xinshi, Gongxing and Qitian
China Northeast Shi Di Qi Fu Guan Yu
Southwest, Wudu, Mianyuan and Xinglong
Kowloon
The leader of ancient Shu is an important town in Yizhou.
Colorful Shen Tu, the door god of Lei Yu
Max Zhang New Year pictures, Xiang Lian rushed into the palace.
Qiu Jiang, Journey to the West, Grab an Umbrella.
Spring Festival of Yu He Bridge
Ma Su, Li Qiu, Sun Zhen, Wuhou.
Huang Chong, Wang Zhi, Zhang Wei, Guanghan
Mianzhu, Aba, Wenchuan and Beichuan
(Pull out karma and get a pure land, Dalagni)
Night in Amidobo, Nanwu
More nights for him, more nights for him.
Ami Chaudhry is a woman in love, and Ami Chaudhry is a woman in love.
Ami meadow, Pei Galandi, Ami meadow, Pei Garlando.
Gami is tired, Gagana, Zhiduo, and Daipo is great.
Go to the world, uproot the suffering, and wish the children, students, the elderly, women, fathers and villagers who go to Elysium rest in peace!
2008-5- 16