Haizi's life is short, but his achievements are outstanding. He is a representative of contemporary academic new poets. He thinks he is mainly good at writing long poems, but his many lyric short poems are also brilliant. Facing the sea, spring blossoms is a masterpiece in his lyric short poems.
Facing the sea with spring blossoms
Be a happy person from tomorrow.
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
Care about food and vegetables from tomorrow.
I have a house.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Correspond with every relative from tomorrow.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you the same.
I wish you a bright future
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I just want to face the sea in spring.
Living in a precious world
Living among these precious people.
The sun is very strong
Water waves are gentle.
Layers of white clouds cover.
I
Step on the grass
I feel like a completely clean black soil block.
Living among these precious people.
Large soil splash
Slap the face
Living among these precious people.
Humans are as happy as plants.
Love is as happy as rain.
Motherland, or Dreams as Horses (Haizi's Legacy)
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 put out the fire together, and I held it high alone.
This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.
Like all poets who dream of horses.
I spent my whole life in the dark.
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 firewood with snow 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 are willing to build the language of the motherland through my knife.
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.
See a 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 have rice fields in China and snow-capped mountains in the Zhou Dynasty.
Ma Tian qi ta
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 body of the poem is buried at the top of the sun-the Millennium Kingdom and me.
Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named Ma-I will fail.
But poetry itself will win the sun. "
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