In a vast country
Twilight is also vast.
The lights are on one by one.
Twilight spreads like autumn.
Everybody shut up.
The dead appeared.
Because Twilight is a dream—
Silence gained purity.
I remembered some names again.
Each name marks
A unique experience.
They constitute heaven and hell.
Twilight arrival earth
I held out my hand and someone took it.
Whenever dusk falls, someone
Tap on my door.
transport
The carriage is coming, you pull over, the carriage is coming.
You pull weeds.
The carriage came and they paid for it.
They said to give you money.
Here comes the carriage. You go to the fields, and the carriage is coming.
You farm.
Here comes the carriage. You divide the wheat. Here comes the carriage.
You broke the glass.
When the carriage goes in, you nail 15 pieces of glass.
You had bright red leaves when the carriage came in.
When the carriage passes by, you use bright red leaves
feed the chicken
1Feb. 993
Selected poems of Beidao
limit
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
diary
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delhi tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
The highland barley belongs to herself tonight.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
1968 Beijing