Feeling (Gu Cheng)
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
(This poem directly embodies "poetic intuition")
Alley (ancient city)
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
(Think about that particular era)
Tomb bed (ancient city)
I know that eternal death arrival is not sad.
There is my wish in the pine forest.
There is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance.
What is with me is the afternoon sunshine.
Time is running out, and the world is long.
I should rest in the middle.
Passers-by say the branches are low.
Passers-by said the branches were growing.
(The tomb bed is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's later period)
This is Beijing at 4: 08 (index finger)
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
Please appreciate the masterpiece of forefinger. This poem touched some emotion in my heart.
In spring, ten Haizi (Haizi)
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?
This poem is Haizi's last work. The next day Haizi committed suicide by lying on the track. Haizi ... is it true that you can't see the dawn in your black eyes?
Diary (Haizi)
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
(Masterpiece, I personally think this is the best poem by Haizi)
PS: My friend on the first floor posted my poem .. Well, thank you.