Go to ruin
The last sandstorm swept the background of our existence.
The sandstorm of gold tells the story of a life in a dark well.
Raindrops hurt the sunshine in our brains.
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The children who came back with voices came among us.
Come between birds and tears
Until the year when there was no spring breeze
I hugged the choir's last white dress.
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Who is destined to sing?
On a quiet afternoon, someone showed kindness.
The man who recited poetry failed.
(1993165438+1October 20th in Peking University Yanyuan)
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chorus
Seven hundred dumb people sang black songs in unison.
A commune of suffering, a commune of heroes
The spring breeze tore up the flying swan.
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Doomsday carnival team, three brokeback drummers
Build heaven with heads and ruins
Who is praising the waste of the sea?
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700 Baals come from the barren night of time.
A heart darker than black is crying at night.
My blind brother lifted the reed throne.
(1September 30, 993 in Peking University Yanyuan)
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Daguang
In the dark, I saw the secret operation of the great light.
A crow, a white crow pecked my eyes.
Hang your heart in the unreachable wind.
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In the land of the shadow of death, a pure call awakened everything.
Through all the roses, it reaches me and I can't go back.
At that time, on the fertile Yuan Ye, it was already late autumn.
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I traveled with a broken song, a crow.
The wings of a white crow taught me to float forever.
It's like silver practiced in a clay furnace for seven times. Who am I?
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan on February 27th 1993)
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lampwick
There is a guilty corpse of a dead sheep floating at the tip of a grass.
Abundant suffering, when I unload the saddle for you.
The wick slipped to the fire in the distant years.
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Lamp, a moth has taken away all your fat.
What does it have? The spring water in your body will drown you.
Facing the affairs of affairs and the little stars of another world.
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You resist destruction, and the lilies in the valley illuminate your crying blind songs.
Who can't shake by leaning on the deep cloud column, lamp
Please let me be filled with your black flame before and after my death.
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan on February 29th 1993)
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On Li Furong Road.
Feet, it has lost all meaning, Li Furong Road.
My head clings to the ground and my wings land.
Three newborn horses galloped by.
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On Li Furong Road, I am an empty shell.
When rubbing the world, crying becomes a dusty crystal pearl.
Only one microsatellite exhausted my salty silence in September.
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A flock of birds have a grade, and they arrive.
The blind of happiness cannot see the existence of evil or everything.
The sunshine at night kept me awake all night.
(1994 1.2 written in Peking University Yanyuan)
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Jiaotang
Nothing can completely start me to fly to the throne.
Six wings of snow died, raised, and fell in the mud.
My crystal bones rolled down the blue abyss.
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Late at night, the water rose from the waves and taught me to disappear.
Teach me to hold up a pale rose in my work.
The blacker crown is full of lies.
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A long stick was scattered on the road.
I haven't arrived yet. Like a bird flying at the top of the tower.
Home, I introduced the storm to a higher city-state.
(Written in1October 7, Peking University Yanyuan 1994)
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pray
Water column, shadows in the sky and sacred trees
I took my helmet off Gu Jian's golden handle.
A mashed cup cannot be a crown.
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They burn, and ancient birds fly over the flowers.
In the center of the market, folded wings covered me.
All crying vases adorn Beijing.
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Pirates and eagles, my lovers in the bronze age.
Three hissing women rose from the water.
Grass carrying human blood, carrying wind.
Retrieve crystals and nursery rhymes from the horizon struck by broken silver.
(Written in1October 9th, Peking University Yanyuan 1994)
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Rose rose
Please sing with me and use my lies.
Sow golden weeds with lights and axes.
Lily in the valley, midnight and jellyfish
Under the wounded flag, I am a cup of charcoal for the bell.
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Sleeping bodies and springs on the earth
I hear the vibration of your wings, bird with iron feathers
Nest in the sun, that's my out-of-reach home.
Broke the ankle and open the chest.
The ice-white flower basket dripped my pain and fell asleep with iodine.
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Oh, my flying eagle, language and grapes, my locusts.
In my solid water network, I messed myself up in a simple way.
Take off your transparent jewelry and sew my clean wedding dress.
Without silence, there is no iron. I rolled to Xiaoqiu alone.
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan in June 1994 65438+ 10/4)
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Midnight wreckage
Pick up the abandoned wires and reorganize my lights.
Hanging copper, Beijing copper
Your blood is the dignity of the night.
There is no regular horizon, and the head and the piano fall in unison.
Moon in the rain and Mengmei drugstore
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The wild crowd embraced blind pigeons and sharks.
I see the light of vulnerability and ignorance as harsh as steel.
I accept it and detonate it with death and my hands.
Night light, I will break the white wings of an angel for you.
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Perseverance transcends the light fire before arrival.
Who can moisten you like me! light
My whip and silver horse skin reached the dust yesterday.
Until the sea drowns you and floats you. but I ...
Shining like sunshine on your toes, heavy and solid. bright
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan in June 1994 65438+ 10/4)
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Bird specimen
Let rotten wings hang on the top of my glorious city.
Dew, the iron foil of my life, your swaying song can't be ruined.
The blue bell hammer splashed paper money, cherry blossoms and snake shadows.
The skylight injured by feathers represents a storm.
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Roots, buried towers. Your imaginary torso
When the wind blows, who is the smallest classic, not providing and not delivering?
The dark white heart opens the piano-like lid.
In this dark night full of swords and arrows, bird, you have skillfully gone home.
You went home. Sikkim and rain suddenly leaked.
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Buckwheat wound healed in Haigen Salt Field.
Black blood flows into the sunset with the day. My thatched cottage
Epiphyllum wine glass, my broken building
We rang the bell and settled down in the circuitous and empty wilderness.
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan in June199465438+1October 65438+May 5)
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Mud basket
Who created me? With a simple stick and snow
Sprinkle petals and salt all over my poor body.
I eat sea water, on the eaves of old tiles.
Leaky clothes block dust and blown stars.
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Looking for freedom and eyes, poetry and the dome of the earth from spring waves
And bless. A drop of water and the inflow of wine make up my true song.
My broken dreams and my daughters left in droves.
In the middle of the night, you came back to my white iron branch.
Look back at me. Blend me. I was separated.
Watered me all night with an instant etymology.
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Relive those tiny strings, my sun.
Please close your robe before my fragrance.
And love makes me wander with quicksand.
Holding sweet tears, the door is empty.
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan in June199465438+1October 65438+June 6)
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stay
Eagle, please tell me the direction of time.
With a pirate's sword and a master box, between the wings of the earth.
Between horses. Please take off my blind eyes and the golden flag.
Lightning that penetrated the blockade of snow particles brought cold.
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The container of the city is full of silent crystal wells.
I woke you up with white. Chorus of thirteen pigeons
And the sleeping coal underground, I refine blood in a loving way.
The song is full of sunshine and water columns, stones
Even a leaf of Pu leaves a bright heart and innate persistence.
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Oh, how can you reach out and take me flying?
To the flute of hometown, to the hedgehog's nest covered with fish scales.
A concise view is like an endless sea of glass.
All black, cut the water and hammer the heart.
(Written in Peking University Yanyuan in June 1994 65438+ 10/7)