In 1964
pinecone
On the pine branch,
Dewdrops glistened,
Like a green pagoda,
Full of silver bells.
Susie Yang
I lost an arm,
I opened one eye.
On 1968
Yellow halo
Violent north wind,
Blow away people's faint footprints;
The sun went down,
The world is like a giant silhouette.
chimney
Chimneys are like giants standing on the ground,
Looking at the earth full of lights,
Keep smoking,
Think about something that no one knows.
65438+September 0968
The origin of the stars and the moon
The branches want to tear the sky,
But only a few small holes were poked,
It reveals the light from the sky,
People call it the moon and the stars.
Tahechen
Baita,
Wearing a green belt,
Like bamboo shoots in spring,
Calling for fluffy clouds all over the sky.
This is a beautiful morning scene,
Dewdrops are hanging everywhere,
Like the eyes of countless children.
In the humid light,
Two clocks were reflected on the water.
The bell rang with the breeze.
In the pine forest where the clouds disappeared,
Echoed with the songs of woodpeckers working.
1968
sky
White clouds are snow-capped mountains in the sky;
The blue sky is the ocean of the sky;
Sunlight is lava in the sky;
Haze is a coal mine in the sky;
Cluster is the city of heaven;
Meteor is the carrier of the sky;
Everything in the sky can only look at each other from a distance,
So the sky is the hometown of fantasy.
On 1969
My fantasy
I want to be crushed;
Fantasy always forgives disillusionment,
Disillusioned, but never give up fantasy.
beautiful
The beauty I long for,
Is eternity and life;
Who knows that the two are incompatible.
Eternal beauty,
Brilliant,
But I didn't feel heartless;
The beauty of life,
Ever-changing,
But it ended up in ashes.
travel over night
Cars emit two kinds of light,
Turn the dark highway,
Walk into a corridor of light.
Two rows of poplars hold up the night sky,
The branches and leaves spread out,
Like a tunnel again.
study abroad
(1) from a distant western paradise,
Judging from the afterglow,
A maple leaf flew in,
A flame flew in.
I picked it up,
As a permanent souvenir.
1969
Studying abroad (2)
Draw a flame
Let the future remember
Have a winter like that.
social organization
Filled with a population of 3 billion,
Flying in the orbit day and night;
Through this season's town,
Cross the festival bridge,
Steam blowing clouds,
Shining with dazzling sunshine.
It crossed the ice age snowfield,
It once swam through the mire of primitive society,
It must go through countless obstacles,
But we must go to the best place.
1969
In 1970
/kloc-Diary on the 4th of 0/month
In order to catch up with the torrent of time,
Hard as the work is,
Still left far behind.
My diary boat,
Why is it slower than Baiyun?
Because it likes to rest on the forgotten sandbar,
Or spin in the whirlpool of meditation.
There's nothing I can do,
Had to dock on the fourth day of the voyage.
1970
Seven steps
Has disappeared,
The vast world,
Become clearer.
life
A drop of dew dissolved in the mountain spring,
On the bumpy road,
Spit out the foam of happiness,
Sing a song of hope?
65438+July 0970
Wild bees
Building intelligent buildings on bamboo branches,
Spring gives it endless energy,
Beautiful dance, bathed in golden light.
The drizzle washed away the floating dust in the air,
In the dark, honey wine is scattered and fragrant.
Wild bees began to sleep in the wind and rain,
With an infinitely sweet dream.
65438+August 0970
Rivers in winter
There are hundreds of big wooden boats lying across;
They seem tired,
Show a generous back,
In the sun?
How vast!
There is no sound.
Riverside,
Full of dazzling ice flowers;
On the sandbar,
Covered with footprints left by the waves,
-fine lines;
The rusty iron anchor lies on its back,
Waiting for the green wave of spring.
The frozen river is blue;
Cloudless days are blue;
What a pure color,
Sunlight moistens the skin of the earth.
A beach like a carpet.
Sleep soundly;
It's beautiful,
But not flower of life.
1970
Stick heaven and earth together.
Stars and candles are mixed together,
The milky way is connected with the canal,
Our cabin,
Became neighbors of the Moon Palace.
Go and have a cup of osmanthus tea!
By the way, ask about the account.
1970
Spring Equinox
Cling to the earth
-This opaque glass.
The sun uses torch brooms,
Sweep-
Footprints of snow and ice in winter.
1970
Xishi
Put away the last floating light,
Sink into the ocean of sunset glow.
Faded fantasy,
Like a sunset,
Still burning in distant villages.
1970
Old tree (1)
The flower of youth has withered;
Stretching out his rotting arm into the sky,
Ask the sun for the last warmth.
The storm swept away the only remaining yellow leaves,
The cold current brought ice and snow all over the sky.
Like a bug eating its thin muscles,
Start safe hibernation.
It bends its wrinkled body,
In the long years,
In a trembling voice,
Tell one's own sufferings.
1970 August 14, Letter to Father
Laoshu (2)
As old as hell,
It's terribly dark at night.
To scare us,
We are so close, so close,
It's unhappy.
"I know your grandmother,
I'm telling you, grandpa,
Mm-hmm? "
We are silent,
We listen,
Like two good children.
Dayan (1)
A flock of geese flew in.
They surround me;
They hover above my head;
They waved to me in a friendly way;
They speak a language I don't understand;
Finally, I flew away with love again-
Far, far away.
Into a thin floating line on the horizon.
So I remember again—
Former partner.
1970 Spring
Dayan (2)
Why are you still flying?
Is it because the branches are dry?
Is it because of the thin ice in the pond?
Goose, you flew away;
Don't linger, don't stop.
Please tell the spring of love,
Don't forget the fishing village here.
1970, Letter to Uncle Xu
A New Home
The rooster sings the dawn in the silent night.
Suddenly, the awakened fire jumped out from the mouth of the stove.
Scared away the stars in the door.
1970 1 month
Shanxi
Throw it into the river,
Green spring silk,
Floating in the turbidity current,
We should sigh.
Lost the true color of purity?
Still should congratulate.
Escape from vagrancy and death?
Morning (1)
A clear dawn appeared in the corner of the morning window.
Young poplars whisper in caress.
Serious sparrows are talking on the platform.
Morning (2)
Red eyes,
Sweep the earth.
Everything is here.
Stand still.
There is only one newborn dew,
In the sunshine,
Bold analysis.
/kloc-Diary on the 4th of 0/month.
-
In order to catch up with the torrent of time,
Hard as the work is,
Still left far behind.
My diary boat,
Why is it slower than Baiyun?
Because it likes to rest on the forgotten sandbar,
Or spin in the whirlpool of meditation.
There's nothing I can do,
Had to dock on the fourth day of the voyage.
1970
Take a step.
-Golden childhood,
Has disappeared,
The vast world,
Become clearer.
life
A drop of dew dissolved in the mountain spring,
On the bumpy road,
Spit out the foam of happiness,
Sing a song of hope?
65438+July 0970
Wild bees-
-In the morning, I brought the nectar of a hundred flowers.
Building intelligent buildings on bamboo branches,
Spring gives it endless energy,
Beautiful dance, bathed in golden light.
The drizzle washed away the floating dust in the air,
In the dark, honey wine is scattered and fragrant.
Wild bees began to sleep in the wind and rain,
With an infinitely sweet dream.
65438+August 0970
Rivers in winter-rivers in winter.
-On a loose beach,
There are hundreds of big wooden boats lying across;
They seem tired,
Show a generous back,
In the sun?
How vast!
There is no sound.
Riverside,
Full of dazzling ice flowers;
On the sandbar,
Covered with footprints left by the waves,
-fine lines;
The rusty iron anchor lies on its back,
Waiting for the green wave of spring.
The frozen river is blue;
Cloudless days are blue;
What a pure color,
Sunlight moistens the skin of the earth.
A beach like a carpet.
Sleep soundly;
It's beautiful,
But there is no flower of life.
1970
Night in the country.
-Late at night,
Stick heaven and earth together.
Stars and candles are mixed together,
The milky way is connected with the canal,
Our cabin,
Became neighbors of the Moon Palace.
Go and have a cup of osmanthus tea!
By the way, ask about the account.
1970
Vernal equinox
-The sky like concave mirror,
Cling to the earth
-This opaque glass.
The sun uses torch brooms,
Sweep-
Footprints of snow and ice in winter.
1970
Evening time.
-The sun in Jin Liang,
Put away the last floating light,
Sink into the ocean of sunset glow.
Faded fantasy,
Like a sunset,
Still burning in distant villages.
1970
Old tree (1)-.
-The fountain of life has dried up,
The flower of youth has withered;
Stretching out his rotting arm into the sky,
Ask the sun for the last warmth.
The storm swept away the only remaining yellow leaves,
The cold current brought ice and snow all over the sky.
Like a bug eating its thin muscles,
Start safe hibernation.
It bends its wrinkled body,
In the long years,
In a trembling voice,
Tell one's own sufferings.
1970 August 14, Letter to Father
Old tree (2)-.
-Old tree.
As old as hell,
It's terribly dark at night.
To scare us,
We are so close, so close,
It's unhappy.
"I know your grandmother,
I'm telling you, grandpa,
Mm-hmm? "
We are silent,
We listen,
Like two good children.
Goose (1).
-From the distant horizon,
A flock of geese flew in.
They surround me;
They hover above my head;
They waved to me in a friendly way;
They speak a language I don't understand;
Finally, I flew away with love again-
Far, far away.
Into a thin line floating on the horizon.
So I remember again—
Former partner.
1970 Spring
Goose (2)-.
Goose, come down!
Why are you still flying?
Is it because the branches are dry?
Is it because of the thin ice in the pond?
Goose, you flew away;
Don't linger, don't stop.
Please tell the spring of love,
Don't forget the fishing village here.
1970, Letter to Uncle Xu
New home.
-there is a quiet dream in a quiet night.
The rooster sings the dawn in the silent night.
Suddenly, the awakened fire jumped out from the mouth of the stove.
Scared away the stars in the door.
1970 1 month
Mountain stream.
-green mountains and green waters.
Throw it into the river,
Green spring silk,
Floating in the turbidity current,
We should sigh.
Lost the true color of purity?
Still should congratulate.
Escape from vagrancy and death?
Morning (1)-.
-The morning breeze washes away the night and the floating dust.
A corner of the window showed a clear dawn.
Young poplars whisper in caress.
Serious sparrows are talking on the platform.
(2)-in the morning.
-The sun-
Red shining eyes,
Sweep the earth.
Everything is here.
Stand still.
There is only one newborn dew,
In the sunshine,
Bold analysis.
Summer-
Pure white clouds
Walk out of the forest shyly
Flowing into a swaying river
Light brown dune
Wearing a bathrobe
Wait on the shore
gentle breeze
The breeze gently pushes the white clouds.
Oh, the white clouds have become swans in the lake.
Wandering gently, I can't touch a ripple.
soil block
Clods gain life and strength.
Although they still sleep on their stomachs,
But the seeds of spring germinate and grow in the heart.
Shamo
Hot air pushes the crescent waves,
The waves rise and fall to form an ocean of gold,
How many lost lives have been swallowed up by the ocean,
Every life becomes a timely light.
1970
forget
faint yellow
Hot iron,
Ma Long
Hot copper,
It's already cold.
Full of rust,
Like dirty ice.
How many years ago?
The glory of the years,
Being silently pressed,
The bottom of memory. How many years ago, the glory of the years was silently suppressed at the bottom of the memory.