one
Now let's have some quiet music, but don't be sad.
Let those children who survived in the ruins play the limit of their lives.
Take the last warmth of the world on the road.
The goodness in my mother's eyes has faded.
The residual temperature of dad's palm is about to dissipate.
The dark heaven, the sun, the moon and the stars are all in exile.
Children who are afraid of the dark, but this note
It is the living who light the heart lamp for you.
Children, remember that time is an evil thief.
Steal your young and tender lives by the hand of disaster.
But you will use the brightest planetesimals.
Rebirth heaven, with the light of your eternal soul
Take care of this land that gave birth to your deepest pain.
two
It's been seven days and seven nights until all the eyes
Become the biggest ruin in the world at the moment.
No matter how broad the conscience is, it will never grow a straw.
Save even one second in the abyss.
Those distant cries and moans
I must sleep in May's grave tonight.
Go back to that beautiful October in Wenchuan and tell me.
Children are running in the world of red maple and white snow.
The news of the coming disaster
three
Menstruation and my mother, who gave me a second life, let me live this life.
Everyone remembers you and your world-famous name now.
A monument has been built in my heart. This monument
It happens to be that bag of oxygen and
The weight of another life
Since then, I have been totally honest.
It's for the spotless monument
This mountain, this world, this city, this building.
Shake and shake tonight's dream.
I only enjoy the massage that God gave me.
If you wake up in the ruins,
I should remember to pay the bill.
four
Numbers can no longer amplify the meaning of tragedy.
The supreme nothingness only took a few minutes.
Fully embodies the will of the untouchables.
So please take the last regret.
Pack up your booty
At least let the other world walk
in good condition
Wenchuan Beichuan Mianyang Dujiangyan
Homes, ruins, graves, hell
Whose hand is fiddling with all this at will?
Keep throwing out the death list.
So god.
I am a terrible poet.
No panic, no sadness, I even admire you.
If you are really powerful,
Please choose me next.
In exchange for an innocent child.
five
May in southwest China.
You can't turn over a cold corpse in spring.
Wenchuan, do you know such a tragic and famous legacy?
How to aggravate a nation's internal injuries?
The exposure of life and the fireworks of birth stopped in an instant.
This landscape was once the most favored by God.
Our poetic home is only in time.
Write a suicide note with ruins and rubble
Write down the grief of a great country across time and space.
If so, the greater the disaster.
The more you can go deep into the conscience of the world and the times.
The descendants of Peter the Great came this time.
They will plant sunflowers of life in the ruins.
This time the Japanese came.
They use life detectors.
Deduct etiquette for the deceased Zhuang Su
Found the conscience of Yamato people lost in China.
Fall into a lifetime of disaster
All the dead, all the blood and tears are for sacrifice.
Disaster has fallen into the ruins of our hearts.
It is the promotion and regeneration of human light.
So all the people alive
Stop shaking and throbbing. The dead are in heaven.
We just need to stand still.
A poet who woke up after a disaster.
It's time to return purity to poetry
And sing it intimately.
Requiem from another world.