You can't do this anymore, you can't,
You are black shoes.
I'm like a foot, locked in.
Pale and pitiful, suffering for thirty years.
Dare not sneeze, dare not leave anger.
Dad, I should kill you,
You died before I could do it-
As heavy as marble, a bag of gods
A ghost statue with gray toes.
As big as a fur seal in frisco.
Like a head in a strange Atlantic Ocean.
The sea throws mung bean sprouts into the blue sky.
In the sea beyond the beautiful disgusting river.
I prayed for your resurrection.
Ah, Du,
Speak German and live in Poland.
War, war, war.
A small town razed to the ground by a roller.
But this place name is too common.
My Polish friend.
Said there were as many as a dozen.
So I never knew
Where you live and where you have been.
I can never talk to you.
Tongue stuck in mouth,
Trapped in an iron thorn trap,
Isoniazid, isoniazid, isoniazid,
I can never say it.
I think every German is you.
This language is too obscene.
Like an engine, an engine.
Treat me like a Jew.
Jews who should go to Dachau, Darth Vaz and Barzen.
I started talking like a Jew.
I may be Jewish.
Snow in Tyrol, white beer in Vienna
Not pure and unreal.
My gypsy ancestors, my strange fate,
My Tyler, my Tyler,
I'm kind of Jewish.
I'm always afraid of you,
You have an air force, you have a military accent,
Your neatly trimmed beard
Your Aryan eyes, bright blue,
Armored force, armored force, oh, you-
Not God, but a word,
It's so dark that the sky can't get through.
Every woman worships fascism,
Boots on his face, savage
Savage hearts grow on wild animals, just like you-
You stand by the blackboard, dad,
I have a picture of you,
Cracks grow on the chin, not on the feet,
But you're still the devil, no better than
The man in black is half a point short. that person
Bite my lovely heart in half.
They buried you when I was ten.
At the age of twenty, I had a plan to die.
Come back, come back, come back to you,
Even if you have become a bone.
But they dragged me out of the bag,
Stick me with glue.
I made you a statue,
A man in black with a face like Mein Kampf.
Fans of tiger benches and thumb clips.
I said I confess, I confess.
Dad, I finally finished.
The black telephone line was cut by roots,
The sound can't pass.
If I kill one person, I kill two people-
That vampire, he's you,
He drank our blood for a year,
To be clear, it's been seven years.
Dad, you can rest in peace now.
You've played too many fat black-hearted abacus,
The villagers never liked you.
They dance on you,
You are under your feet, and they know it.
Dad, dad, you * * *, I'm finished.
Translated by Zhao Yiheng
love letter
It's hard to say the change you brought.
If I am alive now, then the past is equal to death.
Although, like a stone, undisturbed,
Accustomed to stillness.
You didn't just step on me, no-
You're not the only one who called me an empty eye.
Raise it to the sky again, of course, dare not expect it,
To understand blue, or stars.
That's not true. I fell asleep, let's put it this way: one
A snake disguised as a black rock in a black rock?
In the snow-white cracks in winter-
Like my neighbor, I don't like it.
Thousands of carvings are perfect.
Cheeks, have been slipping and melting.
My basalt cheek. They turned into tears,
That's angels crying for monotonous nature,
But it didn't convince me. Tears will freeze.
Every dead man wears an ice mask on his head.
I continued to sleep like a crooked finger.
I first saw thin air.
Locked water drops rose from the dew.
Ming Che is like an elf. Many rocks
Together, ring together with a straight face.
I don't know how to explain this.
I shine, peel off, spread out.
It's like a liquid gushing out
On bird feet and tree trunks.
I'm not fooled. I recognized you immediately.
Trees and stones have no shadows to shine.
My fingers are as long as glass.
I am like a bud in March;
One arm and one leg, arm, leg.
Stepping on rocks and climbing into the clouds, I climbed up.
Now I'm like some kind of God.
A new soul is floating in the air
As pure as ice. This is a godsend.
Translated by Zhang Fenling
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life
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball.
The scope of this ellipse is as clear as tears.
This was yesterday, last year-
The colors of palm buds and lilies are completely different in the vastness.
In the windless knitted embroidered curtain.
Tap the glass with your nails;
It will ring like a musical clock in China, as long as the air moves a little.
Although no one looked up or was willing to answer.
Residents are as light as corks;
Everyone is busy.
At their feet, the waves bend in a straight line,
Do not break in violently:
Stay in mid-air,
Shorten the reins and scratch your feet like horses in the school yard.
Overhead, clouds dotted with tassels sit luxuriously.
Like Victorian cushions. This family
The lover's face can please the collector;
It looks real, like good porcelain.
The scenery in other places is relatively simple.
The lights kept falling, which made people dizzy.
A woman dragged the shadow into a circle.
Around the naked hospital flying saucer.
Much like the moon, or a blank sheet of paper.
Like some kind of mysterious surprise.
She lives in silence.
Nothing, like a fetus in a bottle,
Abandoned houses, the sea, pictures razed to the ground.
Her multidimensional body is inaccessible.
Sadness and anger have been driven away,
Let her go.
The future is a gray seagull
Whispered in its cat-like voice and left.
Age and fear took care of her like nurses,
A drowning man complained of extreme cold,
Climb up from the sea.
Translated by Zhang Fenling
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Pick blackberries
There is no one on the road, nothing, nothing but blackberries.
Blackberries are planted on both sides, although most of them are on the right.
A blackberry trail winds into the sea.
Somewhere at the end, the waves are shaking berries.
As big as my thumb and as stupid as my eyes.
Darkness in the hedge, swelling
Because of the purple juice. They wasted all this on my fingers.
I have never asked for this kind of sister blood; They must love me very much.
They will flatten the ends to fit my bottle.
Black red-billed crows fly overhead, noisy birds-
Charred pieces of paper fluttered in the air with the wind.
They are the only voices, protesting, protesting.
I don't think the sea can appear at all.
The towering green grassland glowed with red light, as if it were lit from the inside.
I came to a blackberry bush, which was ripe into a fly bush.
They hung Lan Qing's belly and wings on the screen of China.
The sweet strawberry dinner made them dizzy; They believe in heaven.
Turn another corner and you will reach the end of strawberries and bushes.
The only thing we can look forward to now is the sea.
There was a sudden strong wind in the valley.
Slap its illusory clothes on my face.
These mountains are green and sweet, so they can't be salty.
I walked along the narrow path in the middle. The last bend leads me.
On the north side of the mountain, there are orange rocks.
Facing the void, there is only one big space in the void.
With white light and noise, like a silversmith.
Hammer, hammer, hammer, this stubborn metal.