Sing the original works of iris.

The Singing Iris is a long poem written by Shu Ting at the end of 198 1 10, and it is one of the representative works of "misty poetry". The whole poem has sixteen sections, and the number of lines in each section is not fixed. Express the contradiction between the narrator's desire to live as an ordinary person and taking the initiative to assume "historical responsibility" in response to the echo of the times, and how this contradiction can be overcome.

Original text:

Singing iris

My sadness is because of your shining.

Lift the faint nimbus.

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one

On your chest

I became a singing iris.

The breeze you breathe blows me.

In the tinkling moonlight

Use your broad palm.

contingently

Cover me.

two

Can I dream now?

Snow, forest

Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers

Can I have a real Christmas tree?

Covered with

Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales

Fireworks and fountains show joy.

Can I run in the street with a smile?

three

Where is my little basket?

Autumn harvest of long grass in my high-yield field

Where is my old kettle?

Thirsty lunch break under my scaffolding

A bow I've never tied.

My English practice: I love you, love you.

I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp.

My countless times

Tears that flowed out and swallowed.

also

also

Don't ask me.

Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?

In the past, like a cricket hiding in the corner.

Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.

four

Let me have a quiet dream.

Don't leave me.

That short, short street

We've been walking for a long time.

Let me have a peaceful dream.

Leave me alone

Ignore the crows who can't hover.

As long as there are no clouds in your eyes

Let me have an absurd dream.

Don't laugh at me.

I want to walk into your lines every day.

I will come back to you blushing every night.

Let me have a crazy dream.

Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.

When I say: You are mine! You are mine

Honey, don't blame me. ...

I even long for it.

A thousand waves of enthusiasm

Drown you a million times

five

When we meet face to face.

Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.

The world screamed back.

Time is spinning wildly.

Fall like an avalanche.

When we look at each other quietly

The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.

A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.

Attract us deeper.

Silence, Enrichment and Harmony

six

done

Sitting hand in hand in the dark.

Let the old and young voice

Wear it in our hearts

Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door

You don't have to talk to me.

but ...

seven

Wait? What is that? What's that noise?

Wake up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins.

When I'm dizzy

Forever awake sea

What is that? Whose will?

Open the eyes of my body and soul together.

You should wear a cross every day.

follow me

eight

Umbrella dream

Dandelions fly like flies.

Surrounded by a crater.

nine

My emotional bougainvillea

You would rather live than die.

Back to your stormy hillside.

Don't shake the vase.

The wild swan in my nature

Even if you get shot.

Through the open winter.

Don't miss the spring scenery with railings

However, my name and my faith

At the same time entered the runway.

A single record representing a country.

I have no right to rest.

The sprint of life

There is no end, only speed.

ten

towards

The sky that will make the highest ruling.

I lift my face.

Feng, you can take me there.

But I still have a heart of my own

Recognize the rights of the unhappy.

eleven

Honey, raise your lamp.

Follow me on the road.

Let me broadcast it with my lines.

The ideal bell rings behind the moor, and the night is so gentle.

Villages and cities gather in my arms, and the lights are arched.

Let my lines continue to trudge with me

The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: you can't go there.

The criss-crossing land of springs provides signposts for flowers.

twelve

I walked across Kouga Street to the square.

I walked into the pumpkin shed, out of the highland barley and into the wasteland.

Life has been casting me.

There is a heavy yoke on one side and a corolla on the other.

But no one knows.

I'm still your stupid girl who can't do arithmetic.

No matter how the symphony of the times swept away my echo.

You can still recognize my unique voice.

thirteen

I stand up straight.

Fearless, proud and exceptionally young.

The storm of pain is in my heart.

The sun is on my forehead.

My yellow skin is bright and transparent.

My black hair is thick and lush.

chinese mother

To the children who answered the call.

Baptize again

fourteen

Call me your birch sapling.

Your little blue star, mom.

If the bullet comes,

Hit me first

I smiled and my eyes were clear.

Slowly slide down mother's shoulder.

Don't cry, Honghua.

Blood, burning on your waves

……

fifteen

By then, my dear

Don't be sad.

Although there is no one else.

Lift up a frivolous dress

Through the alley where cicadas sing and rain.

Knock on your stained glass window

Although there are no naughty hands.

Set the alarm clock.

He said angrily, now take your positions.

Go ahead, get back on your course.

Don't sit on the jade base.

Create a simple image of me

Not to mention the lonely guitar.

Turn the calendar back page by page.

sixteen

Your position

Under that flag

Ideal makes pain shine.

This is the olive tree I entrusted.

For you.

final conclusion

Come to me with pigeons.

Come to me in the morning.

You will learn from people's love.

Find me.

Find yours

Singing iris

Extended data

Creation background

This poem was written on the eve of the author Shu Ting's wedding, and it is a summary of her creation when her personal life is facing a new turning point. Since she entered the poetry world from 65438 to the beginning of 0979, she has won endless applause, flowers and great reputation. At the same time, the debate about the development of new poetry in her works has become heated.

Her heart was numb with excitement, and there was a calm in the rain. She longed to repent before she longed for meditation. In this way, this poem, written on the eve of the turning point of her personal life, naturally appears in the face of love, but she wants to express the whole life except love. After writing this long poem, the author stopped writing for three years for personal reasons and external factors, but it was more of a conscious request to think calmly again.

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