I won't see you tonight. I met everything in the world tonight, but I won't meet you. A fiery hawthorn tree in late summer, like a bicycle of a tall goddess, like a girl who is afraid of mountains standing at the door, she won't run to me! I walked through the dusk, and the wind blew into the distant plain. I will hug a lonely trunk-hawthorn tree in the dusk! A flash! Hawthorn, I want to sit under your breasts until dawn. Small and beautiful hawthorn breasts, on the bike of the tall goddess and in the hands of serfs, will go out at night. -"Hawthorn Tree"
Zhuangzi washed his hands in the water, and after washing, his palms were silent. Zhuangzi washes himself in the water, and his body is a piece of cloth. The cloth was covered by the sound of floating on the water. Zhuangzi wants to fit in. The beast staring at the moon, bone by bone, grows up and down the navel like a branch. Maybe Zhuangzi is me. I felt the bark and began to be kind, kind and distressed about my body. -"Miss Past Lives"
4. I want to put out, the light of pig iron, the light of lover and sunshine, I want to rain, I want to die at night, I want you to meet the person who buried me in the morning, and the dust of the years is endless. In autumn, I want: the next rain, wash my bones, I close my eyes, and I want: rain, rain is a lifelong fault, and rain is joys and sorrows. -"My Requirements: Rain"
I love a new day infinitely. Today's sun, today's horse and today's sorbus make me healthy and rich. From dawn to dusk, there is plenty of sunshine, which is better than all previous poems. Happiness came to me and said, "Look at this poet, he is happier than myself. I love you and Hua in the autumn when I split my bones. -"Happy Days Bring Autumn Sorbus"
6, running in the green wheat field, snow and the light of the sun, poet, you can't repay, the friendship between wheat field and light, a wish, a kindness, you can't repay, you can't repay, a shining star burns alone above your head. -"Inquiry"
In the dark village where there is water at night, birds keep singing under the shallow sand, and fruits grow like dumb people knocking on the door underground. The fish slipped into the arms of a dreaming girl. At that moment, a mother was short-lived, and the birds were uncertain as if the village was like a bird's beak. The bird is not sure, but the bird has no lips. You are a part of the night. Who is the mother of the night? That night, she grew up and knocked at the door like a mute. -"Night"
8. Look at the beautiful moonlight tonight! According to the moonlight, the horse drinks salt and sounds, you see how beautiful the moonlight is tonight. I am listening to the quiet voice of life and death among the sheep! This is a ballad of the earth and water and moonlight! Don't say you are the moonlight in the lamp! Don't say that there is a place in my heart that I never dared to dream of, don't ask about peach blossoms, don't ask about osmanthus virgins and villages in barley fields, how beautiful the moonlight is tonight! Don't say the candle of death.
9. In the dark, there was a kind of laughter that broke the board of my grave. Do you know that?/You know what? This is a land where tigers are buried. Just like a burning tiger across the water, your laughter makes the river float. Your tiger broke two bones. Just when the river began to freeze the laughter in the dark, the tiger with a broken leg came downstream to my window. A piece of wood that buried a tiger was split in half by a loud laugh. -Poetry of Death (1)
10, the girl I can see, the girl in the water, please clean up my bones in the wheat field, such as a pile of reed bones, and bring them back in a box. I can see the clean girl, the girl by the river, please put your hand into the wheat field. When I have no hope of going home sitting on a pile of wheat, please clean up my messy bones and put them in a box. Bringing it back is like bringing back your rich dowry, but don't tell me that my mother is holding wood to dry clothes on the hay. . -"Poetry of Death (Part II)" XI. Autumn (three poems), with our bones lying on the ground, wrote on the beach: youth. Then back up the aging father, the long direction of time was interrupted, and animal-like fears filled our poems. Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time, covering up our bones lying on the ground-autumn has come, without any forgiveness and warmth: autumn has come. -"Autumn (Three Poems Outside)", in August, the mountains faded and the river fluctuated smoothly. Now I see the sky, which is higher than before. Sometimes I think that a real poet sitting in a cup in August, looking up at the erratic clouds, may not see you clearly in his life. An empty cup filled with my broken lines, an empty cup-did you hear me cry! Father was in an empty cup, and the whip inside tied us together and beat us. -"Cup in August", wild flowers on the grassland witnessed the death of the gods. The wind in the distance is farther than that in the distance, and my piano sobbed without tears. I returned the distance to the grassland, one called wood and the other called ponytail, and my piano whimpered without tears. Only the dead wildflowers are condensed in the distance, and the bright moon hangs on the grassland like a mirror reflecting the Millennium. My harp sobbed without tears, and I rode across the grassland alone. -"September", autumn is deep, the gods and eagles gather, the gods and eagles talk, autumn is deep, and Wang Zuoshi. In this world, it's late in autumn, and what we should get has not been obtained, and what we should lose has long been lost. -"Autumn"
1 1, fellow villagers, I am really happy to see you at sea! We have all betrayed our hometown, and we will regard happiness as our ancestral profession and put down our painful poems. The white water is really big today! Fellow villagers, he is taller than your granary. If I don't tell you again, if I accidentally forget you and put my hometown aside, I will give up myself and never return to the hometown of autumn harvest farmers. In July, I can always suddenly return to desolation, and catch up with the last time. I put on my hat and swimsuit and died quietly. In July, I can always suddenly return to desolation. -"The Sea in July"
12, she was intermittent, her clean feet were covered with cool dew, and she was a little depressed. She looked at the house built of mud grass and looked at her father. She parted her black hair with her hand, and a wild peach blossom was inserted silently. Who did the other give it to, but no one has ever asked, spring is the wind and autumn is the month. When I felt it, she had gone to another place. -"Girl" 14. I think I have been careful enough. My toes are exactly ten and my fingers are exactly ten. I cried several times when I was born. When I died, others cried again. I quietly brought this burden to myself. Although I don't like myself, I still quietly opened it. At dusk, I sat on the ground. I didn't mean to say that.
13, in spring, all ten Haizi came back to life. In the beautiful scenery, I laughed at this savage and sad Haizi. What have you been sleeping for so long? In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice, danced and sang with me around you, pulled up your black hair, rode on you and flew away, dusty, and the pain of your division filled the earth. In spring, only this one is left, and the last one, children of the night, is immersed in winter and falls in love with the empty and cold countryside. Half of them live in the mouth of a family of six, eat and eat, and the other half are used for agriculture. They reproduce themselves. Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn? -"Spring, Ten Haizi"
14, the night rises from the earth and covers the bright sky. After the harvest, desolate land rises from your heart. You come from far away, I go to far away, and the journey from far away passes through here. There is nothing in the sky. Why give me comfort? In the barren land after harvest, people rode away with a year's harvest and grain, and those who stayed in the ground were buried deep and forked. The barn is too dark, too quiet, too rich and too desolate. I saw Yan's eyes in the harvest. Birds fly like black raindrops from dusk into the night, and there is nothing in the night. Why are you comforting me? I walked on the road and sang loudly. The wind blew over the hills and the sky above was endless. -"Poetry for the Daughter of the Night"
15, that was the last time I thought about noon. It was my body that sank into the sea, and I remembered an ordinary noon. I think of the beautiful man in the flowered cloth, holding the wooden door, being swept away by the snow at night, and my hand catching fire in my dream. In the eight waters, I shouted my love, Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, where are you. -"There is a cup of your blessing buried in my window"
16, the first drop of dew you touch in the morning must be related to your lover. You drank a horse at noon and stood under a green fork for a while. This also has something to do with her. You sit quietly in the room in the dusk, which is also related to her. You have to admit, the sand met, the wind ran away, like a giant ant, crying on a rainy day. -"House"
17, wheat field, others see you and think you are warm and beautiful, but I stand at the center of your painful questioning, burned by you, standing on the sun's painful awn, wheat field, mysterious questioner. When I stand in front of you in pain, you can't say that I have nothing, and you can't say that I have nothing. -"reply"