Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, be a happy person.
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to every relative.
Tell them my happiness.
Happy lightning tells me.
I'll tell everyone.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you the same.
I wish you a bright future
May you have a lover and everything will be fine.
May you be happy on earth.
I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Writing background:
This song, Facing the Sea, Spring Blooms, is especially loved by people who love Haizi. It was written in 1989 65438+ 10/3. Two months later, on March 26th, 1989, Haizi committed suicide lying on the track near Shanhaiguan District, Qinhuangdao City, Hebei Province. This incident caused some separation between the apparent lightness and joy of this poem and its actual connotation. Perhaps, it is from this poem that we can get a glimpse of the poet's final thinking on survival. The poet who sings with his heart has been eager to hear the beautiful echo away from the hubbub. He stayed away from secular life all his life and even tried to get rid of the fetters and shackles of the secular world. Haizi is a cultural symbol closely related to the special spiritual atmosphere in the 1980s. It represents a certain value concept and spiritual prototype: a radical cultural attitude and pioneering consciousness centered on the impulse and efforts to transcend reality, examine the ultimate value of individual life and question the essence and reasons of existence.
After reading:
Just like a torrent struggling on a steep cliff, you should jump into that boundless and unknowable fate, and then overcome it with fearless spirit, no matter how many difficulties you face. I'm sorry you fell asleep in silence ...?
Miss Haizi! ?
Sister, who died in the late summer of August, remembered the journey of life. We run in the rough, nirvana in the frustration, sadness around the whole body, pain scattered everywhere. We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it. The hot sun and heavy rain have passed, flying sand and stones have passed, and we are covered in scars, facing the reflection of the passing of life like the wind. ?
Thoreau said, "You can hear the sound of the river here. Those ancient winds that have lost their names rustle in our Woods. " Maybe asking about ancient times can help us understand the true meaning of life! ?
When I take back my reverie, I find that my dream is a star on the horizon, which never goes out and illuminates my hurried life; Reality is the land under your feet, down-to-earth, heavily recording the footprints of the road. People can neither live in flashy dreams nor indulge in the hustle and bustle of reality ...?
I accidentally remembered Haizi, the legendary poet who was always cynical. When his "facing the sea, spring blossoms" became a common illusion of Greek mythology, Haizi was speechless. In his eyes, the whole world, from a distance, is a beautiful flower blooming in the Garden of Eden. Only by looking carefully can we know the disappointment of this world. The sea can't keep them, nor can spring keep him. The wings of poetry are broken, and Haizi's soul leads to heaven with the distant railway tracks. Someone asked what hurt him and the poets of this era. People may not understand it, because they can't see its beauty from a distance in this world. The distance between literati and secularism is always too great, and the contrast is too great. In the infinite poetic flame of Haizi, a world facing the sea and blooming in spring is in full bloom. This distance is a tragedy, the eyes of the goddess of literature. This also allows Haizi to complete the essential transformation between heaven and hell! ?
But fortunately, you left your poems and your persistence all your life. Today is night. I think of you and all your poems again. ?
"Spring/ten Haizi are resurrected. This is the last short poem you left to the world. Then, you left and went to heaven with your lifelong persistence to continue singing your serenade. ?
I can feel your loneliness before you die. In those days, writing was really a lonely road. Many literati have integrated into the trend, pursued fame and status, and abandoned their souls. Only you stick to your heart, struggle in the dark and pray for the dawn. Unfortunately, in the end, no one understood your poems and your feelings. So, you are exhausted and would rather sleep than wake up. So, 22 years ago, you left on purpose ... Only the wind of that year stayed in the years, and no one could see it ...? Haizi, I miss you again tonight. I hope this diary can testify to your spiritual revival and the turning point of your life. ? Today, 22 years later, it is still spring, facing the sea, and I miss you here-Haizi who died young.