In the depressed, busy and confused days.
So you are ushered in-the change of seasons.
A fallen leaf, a burst.
A heavy chill.
And the hazy haze that inspires infinite melancholy.
Walking on the wet grass covered with dead leaves
I'm experiencing a long-lost experience
Sweetness immersed in loneliness and silence
Winter rain, wet breath scattered between heaven and earth.
Reminds me of a song when I was a teenager.
How many times have I experienced bright polishing after that intoxication?
Just like this foot
Slightly wet leaves rolled and gasped at the urging of footsteps.
I try my best to accomplish the mission of this nation with words.
Be careful.
Don't let the dust of the times disturb and hinder you.
Winter rain, after winter rain, dusk falls gently.
I am immersed in the darkness of the beautiful world.
Feel all that this cool season brings.
The warmth of past memories
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Once, I went to Xinjiekou.
I've always wanted to write a slightly longer poem
I have decided on the name "the picture in my dream"
Write an article about the Danish concert held in Tianjin last autumn.
The roles are me and my wife. When the theater lights are dimmed,
Jumping child
But the theme seems unclear or even nonexistent.
I just really want to describe the scene of the concert in my poem.
My wife and I have been estranged from music for a long time
Sit quietly and listen to the breath in the hard work of life.
There are also children in the dark field who occasionally have palpitations today.
Call mom.
I also want to say that listening was my early right.
The vision of life, my dream
There are several moments when I want to sleep with music in my mouth.
It suddenly occurred to me that I have experienced so many things in my life over the years.
His wife always revolves around him.
She is thinking about what she has experienced over the years.
A complicated poem
I finally didn't write this poem.
Then I went to Beijing to contribute to a magazine.
I can't help it I have to live on it.
One afternoon, I passed Xinjiekou with my acquaintances.
Walking into the overpass, we came to a shop next to China Bookstore.
Record store to see what CDs are available recently.
That shop is built in the back. Not when I was in college.
My wife didn't know each other then.
Simon and garfinkel Tayu Lo are on the record stand.
I only heard a small part of their songs at that time.
Then add a small part to the other side of the road.
Xinmin noodles de braised pork noodles
There are old books in the bookstore next door and the Northern Wei Hutong a mile away.
They complement the sunset in Beijing.
It constitutes a good memory of my longing for life.
The light in the record store is very soft.
The wood paint color of the small stairs is antique.
A few people, a few guests, so many.
The ocean of optical discs
There are times when people feel beautiful and boring.
I can't buy it all.
But it's not close to you, it's just close to your money.
Audio is very hard.
Now it's sibelius, now it's Sir.
I want to graduate from college.
When did you tell your friend?
Want to open a cafe, bookstore or record store
This idea seems to be nothing new.
Ten years
China people have become elegant enough, ladies and gentlemen.
exaggerated
decade
Is this my childhood wish?
It is getting dark.
We came to the street and stopped a taxi.
Go to the capital to attend a gathering of some cultural people.
My companion bought a good CD and was very excited all the way.
chatter without stop
I wonder which authors will have the source of the manuscript.
And the days of traveling to Tianjin and Beijing in these years.
There are many things that have become strange in my mind.
Or go back to life.
I can see my dreams.
But my car took me to another parallel dream.
Write poems one by one.
Life is getting more and more three-dimensional.
This familiar city has taught me a little to forget its past.
Music sound
Xinjiekou of 1998 is gradually left behind by us.
I calculated for two minutes.
It is shorter than the poem we are reading now.
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Diana's Autumn
A girl just died.
(it's "old girl")
The whole world mourned for her.
(How beautiful, how beautiful and how sad)
Diana successfully lifted her skirt.
(Monroe was like this for a while.
However, I held up my skirt)
Let the world stare.
Nothing can evoke an imaginary climax.
Cinderella gets dressed and buys it for her husband.
A stack of green hats for the royal family.
A grand funeral.
"Network resistance" flashed on the network.
Chastity and lewdness.
"There's nothing better."
Media tycoons and booksellers beat it.
Salty little finger, repeatedly sigh.
A woman died,
With the trembling of her longing and the frightened kiss behind the curtain
Leave the tears to everyone,
Leave the prince to England,
Leave love to fire, once fleeting.
No more breathing
Ah, the autumn wind swept the wheat straw and dusk.
Broken happiness device
Leaking condom ...
After that, she turned on the TV for us
Then Wei Yong performed MTV on a bone.
"Ancient and modern beauty in Ann today ..."
A hand came in through the peephole.
Broke the secret lock of civilization
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John Denver
That man is dead.
The helicopter went straight into the sea,
Sharks chased the wreckage all night.
I don't know much about mechanics;
About falling and floating ...
When the TV plays the dripping debris
I'm thinking: the man who is busy with his voice all year round.
How to take a nap in the cold sea at the moment?
I don't know much about a singer's ideal way to die;
At the moment of overturning, heaven and earth turned upside down.
It's still dark, but how vast it is.
Above hurricanes and clouds
Does the inner star twinkle as usual?
I've heard too much news about death in this era.
Just this once.
To my surprise, I thought of it with a little happiness.
The charm of Wangfujing in the sunset and early autumn
A poorly made tape, a "thank you"
God, I'm a country kid. ...
In this way, I entered the beauty bit by bit.
Entering Beijing and Poetry, the Solemn Meditation of the Ancient Capital
I absorb foreign sensitivities and write.
Neglected by my contemporaries
I think that folk singers in the distance will definitely agree with this.
Ten years, even longer than I wrote ten years.
I've heard his deep voice on the night FM.
I fell asleep in the song.
Then work hard, day by day, sentence by sentence.
Sing your own song.
People always die,
It shouldn't be too sudden
That man is dead.
It was the sky and the sea that buried him.
It should be!
He used to resist everything with love and beauty.
This clean funeral barely deserves him.
The helicopter crashed into the sea and the shark put his head in his hands.
Empty, busy all night
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A boring poem by holst Swedenburg.
I heard about the planet of holst.
I'm an adult
The inner orderliness and profundity are amazing.
Sometimes I remember.
Swedenburg, it's far from here.
Unveiled mystery
The heart is closely related to the universe.
The subversion of the world in front of you
The ancients have long been on the map.
Look at them one by one
They prayed in fear, but they were doomed to be unable to change.
This kind of sadness that exists and is silent.
What is the age of destiny?
Those trivial little experiences
Individuals and groups, you suddenly come and go.
Little happiness, unhappiness, even history.
Where are the trees as long as the sky?
Rain keeps passing through the stones of the season.
summer
In the mist
I think they are a little cold.
I really don't know the past.
How much spirit does a person show?
Survive this invisible weathering
It's just like I think about it from time to time.
A sunrise in the early years, the clear river.
My initial desire for love.
Some cubs on the platform or at the airport
Steel monsters are coming, and these
You can't even keep it.
They left again and again.
You have been kept in the dark again and again.
You are in pain, but you can persist.
You have been looking for their magical motives for a long time.
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Bile blue
"Deeper blue" means.
Deeper melancholy
They didn't say that.
Let the newspaper tell us.
"The speed is accelerating and the upheaval is simpler."
On TV, athletes' necks become stiff.
"Deeper blue" surrounds it.
Melancholy contains wisdom. ...
This is a darker night.
After work, I sit between fatigue and hope.
Cry sadly
Ah, civilization is like a piece of paper in a stove.
You take it out.
Only ashes were caught.
Chess, media, electronic chicken ...
The deeper blue is controlling everything.
we must
To accumulate enough poems.
For the safety of the people.
Famine year in the new era
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After a snow
You can imagine the snow.
As you can imagine, there is a snow.
Since last night.
It started to fall, and it fell this morning.
You can imagine.
One person is grateful for this.
Sit by the window and look out.
White buildings, heaven and earth
Looking at the memory of the vast white snow
The wind roared and roared.
In the dead of winter. The lake is covered with ice.
Sunny
A quiet life never happened.
You sit by the window alone and think.
After the snow, in the bright, new
The first day of the year.
Remembering the fleeting time.
Listen, penny for penny.
Gentle and quiet autumn
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My friend.
Friends are scattered, and some are gone.
The autumn air can no longer hear their breathing.
Dead leaves are still burning in the dusk.
I put my hand on my forehead.
Cross the roadside quickly
Oh, everything
Everything is falling apart.
Beautiful season and youth
I have to endure tears to face life.
There is a fake smile on her mouth. ...
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Haonianhua
We used to drink together.
Listen to the tramp sing new songs for us.
Our eyes are red and swollen when we write poetry.
In our grieving motherland
For a beloved Russian poet or a blind Argentine
Talking about the possibility of library theft all night.
We talk about girls we admire each other.
Guess who has the greatest hope from those eyes.
Then I'll go my separate ways
Then go to work at eight o'clock every morning on time and be ravaged.
Then I'll get married separately
Calculate local house prices
Minimum possible monthly expenditure
A few years later,
I have read his early poems and letters.
Said that I have rarely written letters.
I was really angry.
this is
What fucking people call "good times"
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Who can replace it? ...
Who can replace it?
That kind of eternal thing
The call to us
Sometimes we don't know.
Just listen to the piano, just write down your dreams.
Only at midnight
Counting the miserable groans in my heart
But who can replace it?
Those stars? Beautiful and cold light.
Above the sky
Let us both yearn for and fear.
shake
Then cry
Look at the grass under your feet.
Twilight grows in infinity. ...
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Miss Dongdan
Three chickens passed by the Cherokee window where I sat.
First one, then two of her colleagues followed.
It's eight o'clock in the morning in Dongdan.
When you stop and wait.
They jumped into the road through a gap in the car.
Talking and laughing, the light in winter is like a spotlight.
Hit them on the head and shoulders.
This is the first time I have seen a bitch so close.
These girls, girls are still a little fashionable.
-Miss Girls (actually all women)
Their smiles
The youthful luster that was destroyed and moistened during walking.
The bright light shocked me.
Elegant as a virgin, an innocent lady
The feeling of chicken
It's a little shy to lower your neck a little when giggling.
stop work for the day
The morning breeze in Beijing blows on the reaper's face so smoothly.
Another night of hard work.
Be as happy as Gu Cheng or Haizi.
Just finished writing immortal poems.
I know my life in Dongdan is dull.
That moment awakened me from all the wasted and tortured time.
I saw one. No, three.
Beijing bitch's bright smile
This holy city, which I was tired when I was young, suddenly made me feel
Full of energy and brand-new
Reflect my melancholy
You don't necessarily speak Mandarin.
I didn't hear them across the car.
Dongdan chicken
My colleagues are twittering behind me.
Talking about those two leather skirts
I think maybe they speak northeast dialect, Anhui dialect or
Everyone has an accent.
More importantly, whoever starts a company can hire them immediately.
Public relations and secretarial work
Their work is expected to please the boss.
Maybe life will never preset that lane for them.
They have no time.
They dream of love.
The depth must be open until midnight.
There is no good or evil, no right or wrong, no beauty or ugliness.
Their tears and smiles are not as vulgar as those lamented by acid poets.
They are songs of the soul, a rough and vigorous song.
Gays and addicts will never be able to sing.
Another incarnation of truth, goodness and beauty in the twentieth century.
I was lucky enough to meet you in Dongdan at the end of the century.
That moment
I once again feel the call of long-lost poetry.
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Stars and Poetry
I'm about to write a poem to pay tribute to the stars.
Because it will be late.
The earth is shrouded in sorrow.
Everything that belongs to me is constantly escaping.
I belong to everything and sink quietly into the flowers.
Like a bug, and life is an unbeaten flower.
Let's suck the dew.
Understand the sources of poverty and sadness among the people
Listen, the wind has brought large clouds.
Clouds are falling with endless water.
I will write my poem in the heavy rain.
There are many stars in the dark chapter.
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Pure poetry
You must get rid of yourself.
As far away as possible.
Then the sheep will come back
Lower your head and eat grass quietly.
It only eats tender, and then walks away-
Sometimes it happens.
Will raise their heads and bark.
Your eyes are tears of love.
We walked on the grass.
Take this book and count the footprints like flowers. Discuss it.
The sheep is gone.
The dusk at that moment was beautiful.
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I feel sorry for the distant scenery.
I feel sorry for the distant scenery.
Why did they stay where they were?
Don't go near.
Talk to me?
Railway track edge
There is fog or miasma,
Who are they waiting for there?
Look, how quiet they are when night comes.
Bathed in
In the harvest sunshine,
Finally, obediently
Through the night ...
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Recite in a low voice
The so-called "motherland"
It seems simple to me.
This is the market that I pass every morning.
Chaos and noise are scattered around, large and small.
A rude man waiting for food and money to appease him.
The so-called "commitment"
In my eyes, it is also ordinary.
This is a doll that you happened to see in the street.
I cried and grabbed the ground in my mother's embarrassment and scolding.
Finally, he took the candy and left with a smile.
The so-called "poem"
We all know how easy it is.
It's just a rainy day. She stayed indoors with him.
Smell the coolness of the soil outside the window.
Water drops kept dripping in the rusty tin can.
The so-called life
How boring
It's like walking on the grass and in the lake.
At dusk, the sky and the earth are brilliant at that moment.
What hurt you and me?
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democracy
1
I am under a tree in a county town.
Listen to the loudspeaker with your own eyes.
The sound of a state machine made of metal
I was really shocked when I was a child.
This cold thing seems to be running out now.
But sometimes you can learn from campuses and villages in remote provinces.
Find their hiding place.
They crouched quietly in those trees.
Look at birds and pedestrians, wheat and children
Every sunrise and sunset, you will find
They shine with tolerance.
2
When I was a child, people taught me rules.
Continuing teaching
Continue to punish and restrain
Some appear on the blackboard every day.
Fixed title, fixed rhetoric, fixed
Praise and cheer
Fortunately, it's all over.
But sometimes you can get some names from today.
You can see it from the way they express their love.
Sometimes I'm really scared, that kind of love.
In a vague country
It will suddenly straighten.
three
I was forced to drink mineral water.
Forced to buy a DVD player
Forced to go for a ride
Forced to find a bank loan
Forced to kiss and have sex with lovers
Forced to sing Rap to praise truth, goodness and beauty
Forced to change clothes
Forced to curse slavery with you
Forced to throw two beer bottles into the dustbin.
Forced to let cats catch mice and dogs catch thieves.
Forced to wish the boss a happy birthday.
Forced to tolerate you reading Dickens in American English
I am also forced to be a healthy person.
Forced to forget dreams
four
Is not reliable.
Where is it?
I think you've seen it. You've seen it in movies.
People are trying to throw stones by the lake.
The stone caused a series of ripples, a little.
Go away and return to nothingness
1999 1026-27
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body
The body is laughing.
Body bathed in moonlight.
The body is checking the genealogy.
The body is in a snot-like soft love alone.
The body is fighting the fire.
The body is behind the street.
The body is in kindergarten.
Raise your hand at the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress after getting into the car.
smell
The body remembers the sunset on the grass.
Our bodies reject us.
Drive us.
Let's listen to its ups and downs
Obey its hunger and rob it.
Selling the most inappropriate dreams for it.
We watched it whizzing by.
Until I played the violin with Yi.
Reunion in the painter's classical dream
The body wants to turn us into machines.
We want to tear it to pieces.
A suit tied us tightly all day.
Then why are we excited?
In such a humble and fearful life
20000429 to my friend
I know you want to find it in my poem.
That kind of mind was suddenly whipped by a whip.
Tighten the feeling of pain
I know
But I don't think I can do it.
I'm not qualified.
Because my heart was whipped for no reason.
I know pain and fear.
I don't think I can give it to you anymore.
Especially when I found the whip shadow.
Unexpectedly, there will be a moment of bloody complacency.
And it's obviously blocking you and me.
The sorrow of slaves
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fog
Footsteps in the fog are a bit like the army entering the town in the movie.
There are also the remains of poems in the fog: about cows walking on the wet Yuan Ye, and some similar but different loves.
The fog dripped a few drops of dew on your bicycle seat.
There are chickens crowing in the fog, chills, short silence in other provinces and cities in the morning, and bad mood.
Fog makes some vague things clearer day by day, such as the penalty spot when I was a child, the missed judgment on the football field, and several faces made by the country on the corner.
Fog has no vocal cords. No cell phone. The fog is getting heavier and heavier.
My friend, the fog covered my lonely face behind the curtain. You only hear my relaxed and ordinary voice.
If you want to cry at this time, but you still don't cry.
Because the fog will disperse on this land.
99. 10. 10
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A poem for "Wow"
Ge You said on TV.
"Wow, it means' Ouch hello'"
Isa nodded at me while drinking tea on the wine table.
"Wow, it's the' ah' commonly used in your poems ..."
My childhood neighbor nothing drives a taxi.
I happened to meet him in the street once.
Wow, man, how did you become a writer?
I think it's harder than us to pull a job.
Two-year-old Henchard breathed a sigh of relief after playing the slide.
"wow"
Then he went to his mother Fu Qiong with a smile.
Tan, who has just passed one year old, is a little hard.
Sitting on my sofa, holding an old mobile phone "Wow-"
We don't know whether he wants to shout "wow" or say "hello"
And my feeling about this Hong Kong version of spoken English started not long ago.
One night in late autumn, I finished reading my own poem.
Half depressed, half conceited.
Then came a little fear.
Two minutes, I said
"wow"
Later, I thought
The expression on my face when I said that was probably awesome.
sound of crying or vomiting
99. 12.9
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freedom
She is the hardest.
I have been in China for eighty years.
She is getting old.
Tears wash her clothes every day.
Clean the windows, tables and chairs for her.
Sometimes she thinks about it.
The young man who made love with blood and fire.
Dirty hands left fingerprints on the skin.
Dry the sticky dirty semen.
She is still her.
I sometimes meet her on paper.
I have a headache.
She limped along like that. She used to be born beautiful.
I can do nothing about it.
Consciously aware of the sadness as a poet
Where is freedom?
You ask me
I'll show you the afterglow reflected from the windows of tall buildings.
Tears on the roadside grass
Dragonflies of this era
Tell you
This is you and me in a dream.