This is a deer in the morning.
Step on my forehead
How good the world is.
Cordate telosma in the cave
Follow my body
Burn till dawn
Burn all the way out of the hole
How good the world is.
At night, deer
Master, it's already in.
Deep in the earth, backed by roots.
Move a little.
Happiness that is invisible at all.
Underground wildflowers
Burn all the way to the ground
Wildflowers burn in your face.
Burn you to death
How good the world is.
In the cave in the morning
A deer that tramples on people
This simple trust in the world really touched me. However, when we know that he died on the tracks with the Bible, it is a different kind of melancholy to look at this poem again. In Takovski's masterpiece The Mirror, there is a scene in which a young mother and her father are making love in the grass. In the next scene, the old mother walks alone through the empty Russian plain with a wooden basin. At the happiest moment, a woman hides her life's sufferings behind her. This kind of shock also comes from Haizi.