In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
3: 00 am to 4: 00 am
This poem is the last one left by Haizi before he committed suicide, from which you may know his psychological state at that time. Haizi's death is considered by the poetic circles to be caused by the insurmountable gap between the ideal and reality of poetry. Haizi has always had the ideal of "great poetry". He looks at the world with a poet's eyes, hoping it looks like a poem. Of course, this is impossible.
Wheat field in May
lake
Brothers all over the world
A hug in the wheat field
East, South, North and West
Four brothers in the rye, good brothers
Review the past
Recite their own poems.
A hug in the wheat field
Sometimes I sit alone.
Dream of brothers in the wheat field in May.
I saw pebbles in my hometown rolling all over the river beach.
There is always a curved sky at dusk.
Villages that fill the earth with sadness.
Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers.
No eyes, no lips
From this poem, we can see the ideal corner of Haizi's "big poem". The 1980s was an era full of ideals and optimism. Young people are full of illusions about the future. Qigong was popular in the 1980s. It is said that Haizi practiced Qigong and claimed to have "opened the Tianmen". At that time, poets like him were easy to understand, but now it seems that believing in Qigong and unrealistic fantasies may be the main factors leading to his death.
Reference: Haizi committed suicide.
Author: Lao Wei
This happened on1March 26th, 989, half a month before the first "Poetry Today" award ceremony. The place is Shanhaiguan, and the way is to lie on the track. I don't know what other poets were doing when the huge locomotive ran head-on into Haizi, who was only twenty years old. A life just disappears, or goes far away.
I would rather imagine a cause of death for the deceased out of thin air than believe all kinds of rumors about his cause of death. Walking alone on the ground, keep walking. Suddenly one day, he felt exhausted physically and mentally. He looked at the distance for a while and felt good, so he gave up the world that had been bothering him. Writing here, I came across an article in memory of Holderlin published by Haizi in 1989 No.2 World Literature, which quoted one of his own poems:
Far away has nothing but far away.
This is probably a relatively real will left by Haizi as a person.
Haizi does not belong to our century. He wrote The Source and Birds and Water and the Sun. He wrote the story of the turtle king, wrote a real snake, injected first love and hatred into a bamboo snake at the same time, made it swim thousands of miles away, and finally killed the enemy; He wrote about ancient ruins, and the survivors sang "Qu Yuan, one person, one person!" "Empty waves flowing in his poems. Noble and elegant, too far away from us. Thousands of years have passed since Haizi's time (or thousands of years later). At that time, fish were among people, birds were on the back of fish, and beautiful women were singing in the river bed high above; There is no boundary between man and fable, man's existence is fable, and fable and fable are equality between man and man. Haizi is suitable to live in those endless days, and poetry is closely related to breathing.
God gave birth to him among us by mistake, and his death was revenge on God. Now this mistake has been corrected.
There is nothing in the distance except distance-Haizi tells the cold truth. He is doomed to die. He is not the product of this century. The only way for us to deal with this world is to live until the end. Damn it, it's not us, but this race, this reality, this mechanized symbol of human beings. "Life is worse than death" is a belief for artists to save themselves (about the same day Haizi was lying on the railway track, I was stabbed in Wuhan. I stood up, covered my wound and smiled happily and stiffly at the murderer. I am sure that I will live a long life. With this knife, I have proved that my soul and body are as strong as a stallion. But Haizi can't live. His clear, human childhood eyes can't be dirty. The filth of human heart makes him itch from skin to blood vessels, so he can only cut open his body to stop itching. Some people say that Haizi looks down on us, and he looks down on the world through death. This is a beautiful lie for many years! A simple, sensitive, introverted and unguarded child like Haizi should despise people very much. Let him rest in peace, and don't let him bear anything.
Haizi went and died a fair death, only his mother suffered. She kowtows to everyone. She's going crazy. I hope the years will calm her down. In retrospect, the death of a poet was nothing compared with the turbulent situation. Therefore, among many poets and critics who work in news and literary and art units, no one thinks that they should use their position to publish a news, not even the mimeographed publication Survivor, which was a civil society survivor club that the deceased joined before his death. In the era when poets came forth in large numbers, the suicide of poets was purely a personal matter.
Haizi later became popular because the early deaths of Luo Yihe and Gomez increased the weight of this event, and the lonely poetry circle in the 1990 s needed a poet martyr. Overnight, Haizi had so many acquaintances and friends, but I didn't see any acquaintances or friends donate the manuscript fee of the commemorative article to Haizi's relatives in rural Anhui.
Everything in post-modern society and diapers can be used and manipulated into art, not to mention the death of a poet. Haizi naturally became the source of the manuscript fee and an advertisement to improve the popularity. An essayist in Chengdu who has no personal relationship with Haizi actually sent the article Forever overseas first. Being a celebrity now is not afraid of god, ghosts and nausea.
Critics are joining in the fun. They have never written a word about Haizi.
Female college students are also chasing in droves, and the gentleness of any one of them can make Haizi immortal;
In my eyes, Haizi is like a folk story that happened a long time ago. At that time, poets could wander around. Haizi once traveled around China with tens of thousands of poems, trying to find a bosom friend. He once sat in the streets of Chengdu and wept. This is the city that worships him most, and many of his works have been published in folk poetry magazines here.
The child was injured, and six months later, the poets in Beijing stabbed the scarred wound again. No poet in China agrees with Haizi's dream. "Really?" They asked, and Haizi fell on the track.
Far away has nothing but far away.
(Lao Wei poet Chengdu)