that night
I seem to be only eight years old.
I don't know my willfulness.
Ask for something
You walk through wet bushes.
Take me to the beach.
Where the breeze blows
Stroking the halo of raw edges
Rhythmic tide
Sink in the dark
Red cigarette butts
Drop two petals of light in your eyes.
You use your fingers derisively.
Put out the twinkling Mars.
Suddenly you turn around.
hide
Ask me in an unstable voice
What happened to the sea?
I can't see anything. Look at that.
We came to the edge.
Then recover.
All your pride and dignity
Back to the cold base
Dedicated to the times and history
Use all you have.
Stone-heavy faith
Put your own
painful
Give it to me.
Take it back to the far south.
Let the seagulls sail home
Your unwritten poem
beautiful
The harbor of every heart
2. "Go North"
Roses in early summer
Across the strings of waves
Sail to an unattainable height
Dark clouds are like ringworm.
A face full of the sky
Flocks of seagulls
But spread white wings for her.
go to
The little sun I long for
If you sink,
Sleeping in the chest of the sea
On top of the jellyfish's silver tent
There will always be green waves.
Let me drift too.
The wind that turns the sun into iron.
Blow me gently
Follow the warm current
Drift to the north
3. Late autumn night in Beijing
( 1)
Overflow the warning line of street lamps at night.
Put out the stars
The wind followed and shook every poplar tree.
Make a tidal sound
Let's go too.
Fight for the sky
Or make a small leaf.
Responding to the singing of the forest
(2)
I'm not afraid to appear weak in front of you.
Let the high-speed traffic jam
Smash the dignity of the city.
The world is behind your shoulder.
There's a security breach.
The night the headlights were punctured.
On the orange horizon
We are lonely.
However, it is my thin shadow.
Standing with you
(3)
When you're just you
I'm just my time.
We had a fight.
We made up.
A pair of eccentric friends
When you are no longer you.
When I'm not me anymore.
Between our arms
No melting point
zero clearance
(4)
without you
If it's not a foreign land
Slight rain, falling leaves and footsteps
If you don't have to explain
If there is no fortification
Road signs, horizontal lines, traffic sticks
If we don't meet,
If we can forget when we met.
Silence, shadow, long
(5)
I feel: this moment
Is slowly disappearing
Become the past
Become a memory
Your flashing smile
Get in
In layers of tears
I feel: tonight and tomorrow night
In a long life
Heart and heart, how many years does it take?
Meet at the other end of the world
I want to ask you.
One stop. Rudenxia
I just turned my back silently.
(6)
The night closes behind you.
You walk into the night sky
Become an unsolved mystery
Cold tears.
Hanging on the face of "eternity"
Hiding in the rest of my dreams
4. Early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Step 5 go to the seaside
sunrise on the sea
How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration
Sunset at sea
How many poets have been provoked to cherish their tenderness?
How many songs were sung on the cliff?
It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night
Whispering day and night
How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?
How many sails have been raised on the horizon?
It's all kept secret by Haitao
Secret burial
There have been curses and sorrows.
There have been praises and glory.
Ocean-a Changing Life
Life-a turbulent ocean
Where is the hole dug in childhood?
Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?
Oh, the sea
Even if your waves
Can erase memories.
And some shells.
Scattered on the hillside
Like the stars on a summer night
Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.
Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.
Ah, life
Even though you destroyed it.
Countless pure dreams
There are also some brave people.
As in a storm
Flying petrel
The night is as calm as the night on the coast.
The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.
From the rocks on the coast
How lonely my shadow is
From dusk to midnight
How proud I am inside.
"the element of freedom"
Let you pretend to roar.
Let you be hypocritical and calm.
Let you take away everything in the past.
Everything in the past-
This world
Have the pain of sinking
And the joy of awakening.
6. "Mourning"
-in memory of an old poet who was persecuted to death
Please show me the unfinished road.
Let me start with your destination.
Please give me the song you just wrote.
I want to sow sparks all the way.
You have gradually buried the broken dream.
A wounded heart
And the damaged years
But your voice enriched by freedom will never
Become silent because of the death of life
Where you died, buried in the mud.
Not a skeleton in chains.
Like the poor mother earth, she accepted it with tears in her eyes.
Countless humiliations and murders
A big tree will grow from here.
Towering road signs
In the direction you desire.
Extend your branches to the distance you pursue.
Why did you sacrifice? Where did you fall?
The times are hanging and there is no answer.
History hides its face and does not answer for the time being.
But in the future, when people clean up the battlefield,
From the chest of the motherland
Pick up your flag with broken wings
And a bloody horn ...
Poetry is immortal because of your noble life.
Life is great because of your immortal poems.
7. "Dream"
With my familiar lily.
(Petals fall on the windowsill)
-It confuses me.
With a breath that seems to blow into the ear.
(face deeply buried in hand)
-Let me hold my breath
Even simple etudes.
(Mom's hand, the wind outside the window)
Well, I can finally cry again.
Ignore details
Have a new understanding of the Enlightenment.
It's back, my passion.
-Poetry in Fragments
8. Thoughts on Guling
Standing among the peaks.
Don't want to be above weeds
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I'm thirsty.
My shoes hurt my feet.
I said no before.
Otherwise, I will be angry.
I pretended to be angry and turned my head.
Hey, where are you?
full moon; a baby's completion of its first month of life
Like an unmistakable decorative sound.
Prove my caprice
out of tune
Tears welled up in my eyes.
I'm alone.
stop
Where your eyes can't pay attention
The peak group seems to have an unspeakable expression.
Remind me.
In the distance, the wind blew in the mountains.
Told me to go back to them.
Form a piece
The cut plateau
I'm still thirsty
My shoes hurt my feet.
I still can't stop.
Talking to you in my heart
Finally, I held back my tears and said
Honey, don't worry about me.
I insist
We are on the same runway.
9. Morning Melody by the Sea
I run to you in the morning, O sea.
The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...
I heard you call me in my dream last night.
Like a loving mother calling a long-lost child.
I wake up and listen to your deep singing.
It's getting worse every time.
It's getting crazy.
Shake the island, shake my heart.
As if sinking into the trough together.
Your tide flooded my heart.
And then step down, step down to
cohesion strength
A more violent roar broke out.
I got up and tore open the screen window.
The night star is still shining in the cold.
Wait for me, wait for me.
Can't it wait until dawn?
The morning wind just kissed the dew off the betel nut tip.
I am here, but you are unexpectedly quiet and gentle.
You smile, you whisper
You calmed everything down.
Leaving only a touch of sadness
Only I know.
Why do withered oak trees break?
But I can't say.
Looking at your distant sail shadow, I shed tears.
The wind slowly sent away your poem.
How can I not cry?
Apologize for my lateness.
Night delay
More because I am too young.
We cannot break through time and distance.
The storm will come again.
Please don't forget me.
When you thunder
Shocked the dreary universe
I will sing the praises of your Feng Tao.
Oh, no, I'm so small.
Can I become a snow-white bird?
Be your messenger calling for freedom.
Once I see your secret,
Like that hard rock.
After thousands of years of magic, I stopped talking.
Let your hurricane melt me into your voice.
Let your crazy waves shape me into your role.
I will never hesitate.
Never Back Down
Don't tremble
O sea, please remember-
I am your faithful daughter.
I run to you in the morning, O sea.
The storm pressed my heart on your chest. ...
10, Huian woman
Wildfire is far away.
In your amber eyes
Silver ornaments of ancient tribes
Restrain a soft waist
Happiness is unpredictable, but it is a girl's dream.
Dandelions usually land slowly on the sea.
Ah, the waves are boundless
Born without bitterness.
It's not that the suffering is gone forever.
When the flute and pipa are in the picture at dusk.
Awaken universal sadness
You gently bite the corner of your scarf in your mouth.
Standing so gracefully between the sea and the sky
Ignore: Your barefoot.
The alkali beaches and reefs you stepped on.
So, in the cover and illustrations,
You become a landscape and a legend.
1 1, the voice of a generation
I will never complain.
My personal misfortune
Missed youth
A deformed soul
Countless sleepless nights
Leave painful memories.
I subverted the definition of road.
I broke the chains.
Just stay in my heart.
Shocking ruins ...
But I stood up.
Standing on the vast horizon
No one, no means.
Can push me down again
If it were me, lying in the tomb of a martyr.
Moss eroded the writing on the slate.
If it were me, I would taste the taste behind bars.
A law that uses chains to prove truth.
If it were me, I would look haggard.
There is no end to atonement-like labor.
If it were me, it would only be
My tragedy-
I may have forgiven you.
My tears and anger
Maybe it will calm down.
But for the father,
For the father's children.
For monuments everywhere
Silent questioning no longer makes people tremble.
For a photo of sleeping on the street
No longer let our eyes have nowhere to hide.
For the naive children in a hundred years.
There is no need to guess the history we left behind.
For this blank of the motherland
In a difficult time in this country.
For the purity of the sky
And the integrity of roads.
I demand the truth!
12, gift
My dream is the dream of a pond.
Survival not only reflects the sky.
Surround weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch
Draw me clean.
I walked along the roots to the veins.
It's not sad to die for me.
I expressed myself.
I got my life.
My happiness is the happiness of sunshine.
It was short-lived, but it left an immortal creation.
In the eyes of children
Light a small golden fire
In the germ of the seed
Singing green songs
I am simple and rich.
So I deeply
My sadness is the sadness of migratory birds.
Only spring understands this love.
Endure all difficulties and failures.
Fly to a warm and bright future forever.
Ah, bleeding wings
Write a complete poem
Go deep into everyone's heart
Enter all ages
All my feelings
It is a gift from the land.
13, assembly line
On the assembly line of time
Night is very close to night.
We withdrew from the assembly line of the factory.
Then go home on the assembly line.
Above our heads
The assembly line of stars crosses the sky.
In our side
The young trees are in a daze on the assembly line.
Stars must be tired.
Thousands of years have passed.
Their itinerary has never changed.
The young trees are all sick.
Smoke and monotony make them
Lost lines and colors.
I feel everything.
With the same beat as * * *.
But strange
I just can't feel it.
My own existence
Like a cluster of trees and stars
Or because of habit?
Prejudice to oneself
There is no power to care anymore.
14, "Ah, Mom"
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
To keep you from disappearing.
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
15, wall
I can't resist the wall.
Only the desire to resist.
What am I? What is this?
possible
It's my aging skin.
I can't feel the rain, the cold and the wind.
I can't accept the smell of Milan.
Or am I just a banana?
Decoratively
Parasitic in its mud cracks
My accident determines its inevitability.
At night, the walls will move.
Stretch out a soft prosthetic foot
Squeeze me
Blackmail me
Want me to adapt to all kinds of shapes.
I fled to the street in horror.
Find the same nightmare
Hanging on everyone's heels
The way you cringe.
A cold wall
I finally understand.
The first thing I want to resist is
My compromise with the wall, and
Insecurity in the world
16, seeing friends off in autumn night
I was moved by your talent for the first time.
Is in the misty spring rain.
See you tonight. It's hard to see you again.
Sobbing among the mulberry branches
It is already a lazy wind in late autumn.
You always compare yourself to
Old pine trees after lightning strike
You can't cure the pain of burns for a lifetime.
Unlike the willows floating in the air with flowers on the shore.
Every spring, you have to change your appearance.
I often wish I were like
Hong Fei traveling from south to north.
Pave the way in the boundless sky.
Don't be like that narcissistic parrot.
You can't live without a golden cage all day.
This is our own misfortune.
It is also our * * * difficulty.
Because we think too much about life.
Our hearts
Our hearts are always so heavy.
When will the old pile sprout?
Shake off dead branches for a lush tree.
When is spring always here?
Soothes the sleeping soul
Don't worry any more.
17, group sculpture
No velvet heavy flag.
Hanging on their shoulders
Lilacs and sketchbooks
Not sickles, submachine guns, steel.
Dream of Miluo River
Leave an ending under the girl's eyelashes
But on all the weather-beaten cheeks
Can't see the tears of last night
Is it the aurora? Is it lightning?
It's an information explosion in the brain.
Attracted all the nervous and urgent eyes.
It's the footsteps that are far away and near.
It rang. at once
Suddenly, life is like a boiling spring.
Generous and upright will
Let the body open like a morning flower.
Folk songs rise under the bondage of dark clouds.
Pursuit is no longer prayer.
In the spotlight of history
Carve out the roughest lines.
This group of soldiers
It is itself.
The young god in prophecy
18, mental method
Die for flowers
It's worth it.
Cold wheel
Rough sole
Create a rainbow in spring
In full view.
Cann't stop
Nowhere to tell.
So, die for protest.
It's worth it.
not say/utter a word
It's worth it.
Far better than spring tide
Fall like an avalanche
This sentence
Sealed tightly by lips
Draw all honesty and courage from life.
This sentence cannot be said.
Then, silence for not betraying.
It's worth it.
Saving your life for a promise?
Endure loneliness for a dedication?
Yes, life should not be squandered at will.
But people have their own rules.
If we can
Let's die a thousand times.
Our silence turned to stone.
Like a mine seedling
It means to exist in a fleeting time.
But, remember
The strongest protest
The bravest honesty
There's nothing like-
Speak alive.
19, bougainvillea under sunlight rock
This is a noisy waterfall.
Wearing a lonely stone wall
The most limited nutrition
But gave the richest self.
This is a luxurious gazebo umbrella.
Shelter the wild from the wind and rain
The colder the place.
The wilder and more beautiful.
No matter the wall or the roadside.
Ignoring the grass slope and stone cracks
As long as there is sunshine all year round.
spring,summer,autumn and winter
It's all your flowering period
Oh, you're looking up
You're the one who bowed his head.
Close your eyes.
Even in a foreign land.
Just remember
Bougainvillea under the sunshine rock
Eyes tender as a dream.
Heart, I don't know whether it is sad or happy.
20. April dusk
At dusk in April.
The water is dragging groups of green melodies.
In the low gyre of the canyon
Wandering in the sky
If the soul is full of echoes
Why look for it?
Sing if you want, but please.
Gently gently gently.
April dusk
Like a lost memory.
Maybe there's an appointment
So far, there is no arrangement.
Maybe there's a relationship
But not mutually.
If you want to cry, cry. Let the tears
Flow, flow quietly.