that night
I seem to be only eight years old.
I don't know my willfulness.
Ask for something
You walk through wet bushes.
Take me to the beach.
Where the breeze blows
Stroking the halo of raw edges
Rhythmic tide
Sink in the dark
Red cigarette butts
Drop two petals of light in your eyes.
You use your fingers derisively.
Put out the twinkling Mars.
Suddenly you turn around.
hide
Ask me in an unstable voice
What happened to the sea?
I can't see anything. Look at that.
We came to the edge.
Then recover.
All your pride and dignity
Back to the cold base
Dedicated to the times and history
Use all you have.
Stone-heavy faith
Put your own
painful
Give it to me.
Take it back to the far south.
Let the seagulls sail home
Your unwritten poem
beautiful
The harbor of every heart
north
Roses in early summer
Across the strings of waves
Sail to an unattainable height
Dark clouds are like ringworm.
A face full of the sky
Flocks of seagulls
But spread white wings for her.
go to
The little sun I long for
If you sink,
Sleeping in the chest of the sea
On top of the jellyfish's silver tent
There will always be green waves.
Let me drift too.
The wind that turns the sun into iron.
Blow me gently
Follow the warm current
Drift to the north
Late autumn night in Beijing
one
Overflow the warning line of street lamps at night.
Put out the stars
The wind followed and shook every poplar tree.
Make a tidal sound
Let's go too.
Fight for the sky
Or make a small leaf.
Responding to the singing of the forest
two
I'm not afraid to appear weak in front of you.
Let the high-speed traffic jam
Smash the dignity of the city.
The world is behind your shoulder.
There's a security breach.
The night the headlights were punctured.
On the orange horizon
We are lonely.
However, it is my thin shadow.
Standing with you
three
When you're just you
I'm just my time.
We had a fight.
We made up.
A pair of eccentric friends
When you are no longer you.
When I'm not me anymore.
Between our arms
No melting point
zero clearance
four
without you
If it's not a foreign land
Slight rain, falling leaves and footsteps
If you don't have to explain
If there is no fortification
Road signs, horizontal lines, traffic sticks
If we don't meet,
If we can forget when we met.
Silence, shadow, long
five
I feel: this moment
Is slowly disappearing
Become the past
Become a memory
Your flashing smile
Get in
In layers of tears
I feel: tonight and tomorrow night
In a long life
Heart and heart, how many years does it take?
Meet at the other end of the world
I want to ask you.
One stop. Rudenxia
I just turned my back silently.
six
The night closes behind you.
You walk into the night sky
Become an unsolved mystery
Cold tears.
Hanging on the face of "eternity"
Hiding in the rest of my dreams
early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Go to the seaside
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration
Sunset at sea
Arouse the tenderness of many poets
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night
Whispering day and night
How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?
How many sails have been raised on the horizon?
It's all kept secret by Haitao
Secret burial
There have been curses and sorrows.
There have been praises and glory.
Ocean-a Changing Life
Life-a turbulent ocean
Where is the hole dug in childhood?
Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?
Oh, the sea
Even if your waves
Can erase memories.
And some shells.
Scattered on the hillside
Like the stars on a summer night
Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.
Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.
Ah, life
Even though you destroyed it.
Countless pure dreams
There are also some brave people.
As in a storm
Flying petrel
The night is as calm as the night on the coast.
The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.
From the rocks on the coast
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
"the element of freedom"
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take everything from the past.
Everything in the past-
This world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.
mourn (for/over the dead)
-in memory of an old poet who was persecuted to death
Please show me the unfinished road.
Let me start with your destination.
Please give me the song you just wrote.
I want to sow sparks all the way.
You have gradually buried the broken dream.
A wounded heart
And the damaged years
But your voice enriched by freedom will never
Become silent because of the death of life
Where you died, buried in the mud.
Not a skeleton in chains.
Like the poor mother earth, she accepted it with tears in her eyes.
Countless humiliations and murders
A big tree will grow from here.
Towering road signs
In the direction you desire.
Extend your branches to the distance you pursue.
Why did you sacrifice? Where did you fall?
The times are hanging and there is no answer.
History hides its face and does not answer for the time being.
But in the future, when people clean up the battlefield,
From the chest of the motherland
Pick up your flag with broken wings
And a bloody horn ...
Poetry is immortal because of your noble life.
Life is great because of your immortal poems.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
brig
The fog wetted my wings.
But the wind won't make me hesitate any more.
Coast, dear coast
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
You came again today.
Tomorrow we will be at
Meet at another latitude
This is a storm, a lamp.
Connect us together.
This is a storm, another lamp.
Let's divide things up again.
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
the goddess peak
Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs
Whose hand suddenly retracted?
Cover your eyes tightly.
People scattered, who?
Still standing at the stern
Clothes are flying like turbulent clouds.
Tao Jiang
Speak louder.
Lower your voice.
Beautiful dreams shed beautiful sadness.
Generation after generation.
However, the heart
Can it really turn into stone?
Because the crane overlooks the distant sky.
I miss the moonlight by the river countless times.
Along the river bank
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum
Is inciting new betrayal.
Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.
Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?
1981June Yangtze River
At the wet station
The wind, as if nothing had happened.
It's raining, three o'clock.
This is the south in late autumn.
A young girl likes to run towards me hard.
Disappointed again
The bouquet fell in my arms.
Who is she waiting for?
The platform is empty.
The lights are bright.
The train started slowly.
On an orange halo night
The white scarf flickers ...
miss
Color wall charts without lines,
A pure but unsolvable algebra,
A dulcimer, picking beads from the eaves,
A pair of oars that can't reach the other side.
Bud usually waits quietly,
The sunset is the farthest you can see,
Maybe there's an ocean hidden,
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart,
Deep in the soul.