I only miss Beidao, a poet who has been abroad for many years. A friend from afar wrote, "There is a photo of North Island in the book I sent, which is a photo of one of my brothers and him." I don't know if my brother is willing to accept such an indescribable photo, but it must be because there is North Island in it. I believe he is also a poet I miss. "What he said made me feel bad for a long time. I remember a girl named Shu Shanshan who died in the water because she was rescued in the water. Beidao loves this sister very much and has written many poems for her. Now, let's remember Shanshan and Miss Kitajima!
The song of the cabin (this song was written on 1973, Shanshan's 23rd birthday).
For you,
Spring is singing.
The grass is green and the flowers are red.
Little bees are splashing in the wine slurry.
For you, poplars bow to the ground.
Squirrels scurry and cuckoos crow.
Woke up the wolves in the jungle.
For you, dark clouds cover the starry sky.
Beads of rain fell and waves splashed.
Sprinkle on the crazy river.
Yun Fan went sailing for you.
Tides rise and fall.
Knock on the cabin by the river.
The cabin opened a window for you.
My sleeping brother woke up.
Open your eyes and look out.
For you, a small window leaks a beam of light.
He dipped his heart in red ink.
Write down the curved lines.
Dusk: Dingjiatan (this is for Shanshan 1975' s last trip to Beijing)
Dusk, dusk
Dingjiatan is your blue figure.
Gong faint at dusk
Couples' hair flutters over your shoulders.
It's her with a bunch of white roses in her hand.
Brush it with your eyelashes.
It is freely written on the earth.
The holy name of the martyr
It's him. Run your finger through it.
A smoke-ring moon rises from the horizon.
That's an engagement gold ring.
Girl's golden silent lips
Lips are lips.
Not even a word.
Breathing will also be in the valley.
Echo with the same * * * was found.
Dusk is dusk.
Even with all the shadows
The sun will also set at the same time.
On each of them.
Night has come.
Night, four eyes facing each other.
This is a small piece of clear sky.
This is the dawn waiting to rise.
Boundary (this was done after Shanshan 1976 died in July)
I'm going to the other side
The river changed the color of the sky.
And changed me.
I'm flowing
My shadow stood on the shore.
Like a tree scorched by lightning
I'm going to the other side
In the bushes on the other side
Skim over a lonely wild pigeon
Fly towards me
Requiem (this is a poem written by Beidao on the tomb cover when Shanshan returned to Beijing from Hubei in 1998)
The wave of the year
Submerge the sand in the mirror.
Getting lost is parting.
In the sense of parting
Examples of all languages
Like the shadow of the sun slanting west.
Life is just a promise.
Don't be sad about it.
Before the garden was destroyed
We have too much time.
Arguing about the meaning of birds
Knock on the midnight door
Loneliness is polished like a match.
When the tunnel of childhood
Resulting in a suspicious seam.
Getting lost is parting.
Poetry is correcting life.
Correct the echo of a poem