-dedicated to the people who work hard for the epic in China.
Author: Haizi
First, the elderly.
White sunset in the west sea
-Li Bai
At dusk, the flute leaked out of the basin.
On the old man's clothes
Looking for a coast
Say goodbye to you.
We are remnants.
It was selected during the day.
To prove that night really exists
flock together
White flowers and pine leaves draped over the arms.
Take another sip of water.
Purple weeds will grow under your feet.
Grow meekly between our necks.
The mountains slid across our foreheads.
An ancient hill.
Unpredictable
Legend has it that we will come back soon.
Toes cling to the red mud.
Head for the Woods
In order to make people remember autumn and winter.
For the daughter's secret happiness.
Suffering from the loneliness of dawn
So many nights have been brought into our hearts.
I don't need dark green teeth.
I am not the moon.
I don't eat wolves alone on the grassland.
The cry of the old man
Diffuse Yuan Ye
When I was alive
I have fine hair.
Tobacco leaves are dry.
Moonlight is water.
Take turns to spend the long night
Village, my bittersweet river.
Now I'm going to sleep. Go to sleep.
Give me your graveyard and knees.
Feed my clay.
My face is covered with flowers.
Say goodbye to you again.
I found so many spots covered with meta-leaves.
Strong winds and thatch on the Qinling Mountains
Lying on the old man's back
I finally failed to figure it out.
The body is a mystery.
Say goodbye to you.
There is not a bird chopping waves in the grave village.
No dance can complete an epiphany.
The sun will never forgive us.
Life will never forgive us.
The wall explains everything before the resurrection.
Heavy-duty cattle in China.
So leave a memory.
Say goodbye to you.
To the leeward.
Talk to people who are silent.
Please put your hand in my eyes.
Touch bronze and wheat.
The Terracotta Warriors spoke a long time ago.
The fingers of regret will gradually stay.
After the old man died.
Before the children are happy
Only my head, labor and tears are left.
support
And sunshine and rain are like many clothes hanging in the fields.
Have been worn by countless people
Only I'm still here.
Say goodbye to you.
I'm in the sand
Find words for yourself and future insects.
Looking for another food that can fly.
And loess, loess struggled to bury us, and the long river set the sun.
Give me your hand.
Then I opened my mouth.
Fill it with your black seeds.
The barn is located in the field.
No need to look up
When you reach out, you will get leaves.
You don't even have to say goodbye.
No need to bury it.
Old people, you are still alive.
continue to live
A flower that always falls.
Zhaxia
Two branches will extend to the root.
Secondly, the folk song "I will keep walking until the river blocks my way"
Then I will sit and watch the clouds rise in that place.
-Wang Wei
The plants on the plain are three feet long and are a legend.
The fruit rolled over.
Great joy and great sorrow
That Shaanxi opera, that suona
Like the wind in the valley.
Reminds me of the past. ...
The truth of the world
Parents' truth
Let's cry for no reason
The moon is empty with us.
The sun tanned the forehead wall for a long time.
The outstretched hands of women and children
It's all songs, folk songs.
Ten unbearable arrows
Under the cuff
Grow up peacefully
There is not a shepherd who doesn't miss a lonely tree at night.
There is no song of liberation
People gathered in the Woods.
Retreat suddenly to the great plains
Like the wind in the valley.
He and his daughter Luo
Interrupt love calmly
Malanhua didn't come true at the wedding.
The singer left us again.
Become lonely
The deepest place in the world
A secret drinker, a happy drinker
Exhauste everything
A group of people gathered on the flute hole.
Retreat suddenly to the great plains
Cooking of rice
Hold back my tears
Qinqiang opera, you are the only nipple that feeds me.
Shaanxi opera is my tears of blood.
Crying is always direct.
Only suona
After disappearing in the snow for a long time.
Fruit considered purple.
Between ox carts and relatives
Sneak into the city
I am a thousand fire veins
I am a group of potters.
Dream of black cups, grass and temples.
I dreamed of a bull with a red chief and a beautiful horn.
For thousands of years.
I have endless dreams for you.
Huangshui
Open the door suddenly
The bell flashed across the mast of the dense forest.
once again
I drowned everyone in the river of eternity.
We fell on the kang.
Grandma's long ballad
Pull up.
Oh, my God, the yellow bird and the ancient bridge.
Pull up.
Soak in ancient oil
Roots are the darkest and brightest lights.
I'm sitting.
Sitting in your own simple wishes
The act of drinking water
The act of singing
Gradually sacred in moving and spreading.
Become an achievement that has never been mentioned.
The poor take turns to feed my children.
Masons walked along the river bank.
Build a cave
A statue of a happy real body
We live under the folk sky.
Under the sky of ballads
Third, the hometown where ordinary people were born.
Forever and ever-forever and ever
-Lao Tzu
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
Seven mountains in the north
With our tomb paintings and self-esteem
Agriculture wins.
War is just a defeat.
In order to know
In order to dance with strangers
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
Ah, this city
Those cities on the south bank
Hunger, solar eclipse, strangers
Light up your face again and again
Fossils bury you again and again.
You are in the palm of your hand.
Chengmenshang
Carved with the story of a pair of twins
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
One lamb after another.
Sleep under your huge quilt
The night is irretrievably sunny.
Thorns repeatedly make me lose my way.
The crow never flew away again.
The sun never flies away.
A static posture
Trapped in an old house
Ah, we belong to autumn, autumn.
Only when the winter comes.
To recover.
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
I remembered the days when my mother and I lived in the country.
Wild vegetables are the first tremors of spring.
Step on broken porcelain
People are moving towards an increasingly calm dialogue.
Brothers got married on my way.
Subsack seed
Lift it to the root of the wall.
Look west.
The forest is the player of rain.
Sun is a tall folk old man.
The hometown of ordinary people loomed up.
Kongguli
A white pony with a noisy nose.
Has not been recognized by Dashan.
Someone rode a crane to the wild forest.
There is only a small dam.
Stop in front of the door
Clear eyes
Become a cloud floating overhead.
Let people miss it with tears.
Clap your hands and watch.
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
That's the hometown of my uncle and brother.
It is the hometown of my wife and sister.
The land torments some dark-haired islands.
Cann't jump
Wild goose habitat
Grass seed sticky blood
Great things or things change in the opposite direction under certain conditions.
Four camels
In the desert.
Struggle for four directions
They will never forgive us.
Let's go, let's go.
The mountain peak was covered by warm rain clouds.
The hometown where ordinary people were born looms.
Fourth, the China Gate of Meditation.
Quiet and sacred
Move and be king.
-Zhuangzi
The green unicorn emits white light.
White light for three nights.
Wutong Xifeng
Three conjoined animals were born today.
On the wings of heaven
In the spirit of water
The roots of the earth
Meditation, meditation, meditation
So I fell deeper into the East.
Brothers are cruel or kind in turn.
A red shoe.
Dress the bodhisattva.
Put your palms together (as a Buddhist greeting)
There is a strong light penetrating the timely.
Her calm rainbow
Lotus of nature
Land, sentences, life everywhere.
And pain
Catch us.
Clouds and silence towards the south
The wall of the shaft flashed cold light through the pagoda.
The life of software
Beautiful crawling
The midsummer in the Central Plains is like this.
There is no adventure.
The crops fell into deeper meditation than in the Han and Tang Dynasties.
I don't know who it is.
Give names to us forgetful people.
We will always have him in our hearts.
suffer hardship
Stay away from suffering
We meditate.
We always block water and mud with our hair.
An idea is a meat fetus.
There are no more folk stories
The distant city collapsed.
We will send our son.
Then pull the fiber back along the canal.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it-it is very important for a ruler to listen to the voice of the people.
it is said
We cast bronze tripod in our hearts.
We made a permanent mistake.
Like to smile.
wall
Blocking countless words and insects.
Lights and mud
Always eager to clarify.
He brought back the scriptures from India.
Under the nine-story sky
The hand of the giant Buddha's clay tire
Suddenly, all winter
Strolling along the path where the morning light comes.
regret
Give everyone a surprise.
Buried everyone.
China's meditation is another door.
Little Zhuangzi, who was dreaming, walked beside his father.
Windows and wild cranes
Are the two gatekeepers of the sky.
People in China are not used to lighting.
I breathe at night.
Light the stars
There are no seedlings in the mountains of China.
Only poets, monks and spring after spring.
Beifang log cabin wai
Only pine trees and plums.
People greet each other on the beach.
When planting
Press the sound to break the monument meteor
Face to face with people from the past
Finally, on the river
Leave a pen and ink.
Only Tai Shigong's snakehead swam over.
Ah, remember, remember later.
Turbid waves are our only foundation.
Ah, meditation, meditation
Shanhechang
Dojo field
YunYuanyuan
The plateau slid to the border.
Like my lover in Ming Che.
sing
Actually, it's silence
Silence hits the lips.
It will become more silent next year.
Why are you holding your hand so high?
Why does your stove always burn so hot?
Why do grains shed tears? Why do rivers have footprints?
Why didn't the beam be erected? Why does gaze last forever? Five, one of the resurrection:
Children brought by the river for the first time
A visitor came to my house.
-"Zhou Song"
We wandered around in seed clothes.
We couldn't find a connectable increment.
Trees and brooding children
Fixed on both sides of the river.
They didn't hug.
Did not produce lip bleeding.
They don't touch the road.
OMD orchestra
Through the abandoned love everywhere
Hands touching the inscription, angry, calm, full of the sound of water.
A black male
make a promise
Man is the tree of the holy land.
Full of initial chirp
Some red limbs fell into poverty in the rainstorm.
A lamp exhausted itself in a dark hole.
There is a mysterious white cow in my hometown.
Disappear at the end of the night.
We'll find a Delta fighter.
A girl set foot on the green coast
After washing clothes and cutting wheat.
Walk into the reeds
this evening
There are three old people.
Look at Beidou at the same time
The sixth day is a festival.
The sixth day is the day of love.
My mother gave birth to me in a ditch in the country.
Black and miserable soil
Look at me. Come here.
People who think of the past are sad.
Those who live on the dark coast
Then blood pregnancy appeared again and again.
Dancing in the water, red scales and cheeks, the wandering of life
The water swan looked at the lake calmly.
Concise memory formula
Pull up the dim sail
Guide the cradles on these rivers.
These strange and healthy crimson babies.
Reach into Jurman's chest, kiss her forehead and touch her teeth.
The wind of eyes
Sadness is coming again.
Here comes the harp bird on the land again.
I can only be with them.
Return to dusk again
Stayed up all night.
Fell on the scarlet gray mud.
After all, this is the only result.
The first legend was so powerful that we all fell asleep in the morning.
The second legend will force us to wake up early at night.
These are some intruders.
These are immortal blacks.
The old people spread out their hands.
commemorate
I used to live under time and white clouds.
A forgotten smile
Further away is the mother's shriveled hand.
And thousands of years of pregnancy
Show up unprepared in the morning.
Then do it.
Go out for a slow walk
He is hungry and thirsty.
A long, long, long, loud and sad song
Blue waves, blue waves, Bian Huanming, Bian Huanming
Sixth, the second life: the resurrection of black
France in the sky is crossed, even if
-"Brother JIU"
1.
Great black light was not born in the daytime.
This is not a pile of dead candle heads.
They put it out with a dumb smile.
What's wrong with going out?
2.
Let's put it away
Light up each other's faces.
That bright light
Shout the light of navigation and close the light of heart.
The rope hung down.
These mountains are piling up.
Grassland poured in from a gap in the distance.
Have a hoarse throat
Singing wildly in the wild
In the pale smile of cotton
I stood up again.
Let's make a pact.
It is better not to ask.
Never ask
Our origins and our sorrows.
Don't ask about the second resurrection
Join me and burn everything.
Forgive me, that song, that song.
Let's make a pact.
3.
Spring brings endless sleep.
The arm basks in the wet ground.
Burn the clouds
burn down
We grew up quietly in the black rain.
A huge face.
Make fruit trees with thunder.
I'm running in the jungle
Killed countless wild animals
lost his legs
Head for the moon.
Men are lying on the ground.
It is also a set of secret words.
We walked a lot.
So I fell asleep.
After we fell asleep.
woman
Inflow into the field
Hit the pumped grain.
be as happy as a lark
Oriental river
This is a crying mare.
A cold head in the wilderness
Kissed and wet all the time
4.
Poke a metal back.
Fall into the jungle
tree
Rise from the ground
Death, vagrancy, love
I have suffered three times.
Footprints of the moon
On the lake
Spit out the mysterious black sails
Spit out for most of my life
Stone flies, stone flies
The time has finally come.
On the stone wall of the hill
Hang three fires high
In the bell, the children do have a sign.
The warehouse in the north, on the grave.
A few silent grains of rice
Stone birds are engraved with songs.
There are jujube branches in front of your passage.
I'm sitting with an axe tonight.
This day has come.
voice
First emitted by plants
The sail brushed my ear.
The sea followed.
The mainland looks at its own shadow.
Uncovered
fire
5.
The singing of lava reached the orchard.
submarine
Numerous craftsmen
Make a knife out of fire
Cutting grass in the suburbs at night
Other vagrants
Jump away like an eye.
Only timid wildflowers
Enter your navel
Fire, you are the child of the poor.
Poverty is a kind of virginity.
Big black, chubby girl
Why don't you laugh?
Represents death, represents new life.
There is a bell that laughs like the coast.
I can no longer live peacefully in the crowd.
fire
I don't mean to complain bitterly.
Not in the valley of youth
Make a traitor gesture
I am angry in my heart.
This is the last smile of the wild horses.
Take off the mask
We are all red lines.
The two brothers pointed to each other:
be born
How wonderful it is to be born.
Who knows?
The fire won't reach the shore of the circle faster than we do.
Who can say that black blood is another ominous beginning for us?
Only black soil admits
Admit that he has a unique name, the name of suffering.
Secret name
Black soil is ourselves.
After five thousand years of shallow water.
In the clearing
Black people are burning.
fire
I inherit the loess.
I swallowed black ash.
I spit out corn.
There is fire.
Qu Yuan can cover the moon.
Yelling under the woodpile
Fire, fire
Only ashes, only flames, only ashes.
A great mother.
A layer of ashes
A layer of fire.
1984. 12