Author: Tang Qi
I
Do you hear the bell?
what oscillates in the light and in the dark often haunts this space
It takes away the day and the night, which is not an imaginary image. Look, in a thin light,
the days and nights alternate, and the time of Gorkon
capital society, which stands in the center of Shanghai, is scattered,
people put up with too much reality,
sometimes they can't think of meaning at once.
hope that blows away one by one in the cold wind
withers brilliantly like a flower, and it is often
time that is blown back like a piece of paper, in response to the forgetting of that bell,
the past time stays here, where
it is not entirely the past, but also the present
it is often the future, which is inclusive.
The deep hopes in our eyes and hearts are constantly
intertwined inside and outside our lives. We endure
the reproduction of mercury fish, the lurking of birds,
many failures, and we walk through the city streets in the morning before we find ourselves in the crowd.
I also know that evil lurks there early.
It's like coming back from an eclipse.
The sun has not been taken away by anyone.
It's a cold and helpless world.
Endless patience is fire. In the
corner of the shadow, in the empty house and behind the severe frost,
the experience of hunger and thirst has told most of you and me,
and the man who made the fire has come in the dark,
he dialectically organized all the new worlds of light and heat, and countless new events
have been on every different flame <
On the first day of May, the fiery red color like pomegranate is about to crack in time,
but it is not the present in reality.
February
Mid-April in the chilly south
I approached an inner dark Shimonoseki.
Gorkon, Shanghai with a yellow and golden sunset
is still next to the Jewish Harbin Garden under the palm of the buttonwood leaves of the colonial world.
My words linger in the minds of countless people, alarming those parks. I'm not allowed to ask questions publicly-
I can only point to
time purely and sincerely. The capitalist's empty time
moves inch by inch, jumping and feeling inevitable disappearance
Here, all the cars'
and axles that have passed can't find its parabolic trajectory
Many train windows have
. The faint fear in my heart,
like the dense rain in the sky, in the abundant season, more people are hungry ...
Closer, farther away, I can see it
, distorting the
smoke on the mud roof of my neck, and there is no smoke in the dusk
a symbol of happiness.
In the trembling autumn, the wind speaks:
Whose soil is it? Whose field?
Tenants are too familiar with green memories
; In a dark hut in middle age, he has to leave.
In order to bear the burden permanently and irreducibly,
to meet the long-term war,
the government isolated farmers from an old feudal scale, and their labor on the private land of the ridge
adapted to various forms of landlords, and they were driven
near the county town with gates. Their garlic-like habits
all life turns into mud, and long-term dedication is the extremely poor and weak body.
..... the trembling autumn!
Women's looms are shaking their hands. On the autumn night in October, the crickets' desolate songs
stopped, and the day and night
deviated from each other in a thin light. The sad complaint was that the children in hunger
were afraid to go near the window. Like a plow,
a calf, totally unknown
fate, the technology of feudal slaves,
left here for a long time from the past,
in the flame of ice,
buried together by the time of snow.
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In order to get to the
where we must reach, we will take a tortuous road.
All the ultimate things should branch from a
starting point, leave the original place, and never escape from their
firmness. Countless waters flow deeply to the bottom of the sea, and all the roads only seek their established purposes
.
On the fourth
deserted late Sunday, I approached
Gorkon, a dazzling
place occupied by capitalists and machines,
marble like black crystal jade, polished volcanic rock buildings
below, groups of coolies pushed trucks,
men and women crossed bass and treble
.
Surprise you to fuck those black antelopes crossing the street!
when I stepped off the platform and passed the wide road, I forgot
the most instructive ancient lights at night in the English church near Shigaota Road,
a moon and Neon Light
under the illusion, the daytime sky disappeared,
the high-speed trams rushed to the end,
and the hypocrisy made it exaggerated. Elegant demeanour like a red poppy, colorful
flower roots are deeply planted in the sewer
black hands are stretched out to exercise and support, and all corrupt politics are squandered through the upper
various relationships,
from the empty trembling of the radio, from the highest
building to the gloomy wall foundation
busy people hold the thinnest <
The children are not surprised. The latest
gray warship mast line; The dodging star-spangled banner
is parked in the harbor, but it is alert to look out,
like looking out at the colored colonies in Africa,
the desire to prepare for war on the Pacific base,
a net-like thread extends here ...
Go back to the garden:
People love exotic flowers, women's bright clothes and <
the flash on the thin iron column in the window of the edge color villa;
The sunshine at noon is so bright,
bright, without understanding and all illusions,
all your thoughts should disappear.
but countless patients are sleeping near the
railway station, with no foreign accent in the street, suffering from abnormal pain,
persecution, life is not life,
soul and soul are still, under the long row of lampposts at dusk, endless enlightenment
and the gloom gathered here.
All these have angered us into the callousness of countless
bombs, which are silent gunpowder.
We have to take revenge on them at the fingertips.
together with the garden nearby;
lawns outside the traffic area,
houses with various kinds of music, frustums and windows,
Jews, British people, and armed
American troops and sailors patrol
their colonial hometown.
The hymn of the p>International church
ripples and washes away their sins, but
it is like a dull bathroom full of filth.
The lady with jewels and flowers, and the variant
dog, walk in the illusion.
Time didn't make them learn to forgive.
Forgetting, through all the lies, greedy hands still hold
the last golden key, still open and lock
all property and buildings, and
their most prepared gold coins, exquisite commodities
goods are circulating in the idiotic colonies,
the pendulum of the big clock of Jiang Customs.
at the last moment, putting it back in a faraway place
and using it in one's own country also confuses
a coming complete end-
wealth is not wealth,
possession cannot last long,
armed forces cannot protect the colony,
silent people are saturated with anger,
the contract of a few people is the most shameful history.
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Through time, through the
eyes of birds, (it saw the great prophecy of ordinary people-)
It is easiest to find the opposite light in the dark,
The closest approaching image suddenly turns to a strange place,
There is wind and fire in the cry of don't hurry,
The least words contain infinite power.
Every night, you will see a flame, which will last until
tomorrow's copper-red sun.
VI
Look, the wind of war:
The process of storming the phoenix is getting shorter and shorter.
It wakes up the trees that reach out in the winter, the seeds that conflict in the soil, and the people in countless riots
are going to fight when they wake up.
After it, we
will laugh and never chew our lips with laughter
It's the wind. Thousands of years of cruelty, violence and autocracy
split in a decided time,
all the land will change, and the strongest flame will shine with blood
shining with glorious life and death.
Seven
Struggles will be above all meanings.
The future will develop in this huge process, and the cruel
is also a kind time, which will be completed in a
people's flag-
Eight
Through the wind, people will gradually see new
land; The beauty of flowers and the chirping of birds:
the dawn of a human being.
From the conquest of labor and the vigilance of war,
although people still have pain,
the carnival wind
will blow on the happy days.
The past time stays here, where
it's not entirely the past, but the present is also expanding
and it's often the future; Inclusive of the same
direction, a huge historical image is completed in this glorious
people's flag, and the shining sun shines
back and forth in our space
from here to there.