Shao Yanxiang (1933-), a contemporary poet, was born in Beijing in 1933.
Stubborn memory of Mo Shangsang’s kind heart, the fifth fragment of Heishijiao’s “Fifty Strings”
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Stubborn
When you come out of hell,
you will no longer have fear,
If you reject paradise
You will never go back.
——I want this stubborn play
.
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Memory
< p>Memory said:I am salt.
Don’t blame me
Sprinkle it on your wounds,
make you suffer.
Swallow me and the pain——
I want to melt into your blood,
I want to melt into your sweat,
I want to make you
more powerful than all pain.
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Mo Shang Sang
Thank you for giving me
The tender mulberry leaves
I chew the sunshine on the road
The clear and gentle rain
< p>I am trapped in a cocoon for youThrough fire and water for you
Shining one by one
Qingming rain, sunshine on the street
Life after life, follow you
Towards the world outside the world
Thousands of miles of Silk Road
Looking back at the mulberry leaves on the road
< p>------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------Kind heart
Kind heart
Do you want to embrace everyone?
He
will hug you with his hands
suddenly tighten your throat
suffocate you immediately
Thrown to the ground
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Black Rock Reef
Life: Sea. ...This is my one-word poem.
——Excerpt from Notes
A row of clouds came from the other side of the sea
Grey-black clouds, carrying the power of the wind
Driving rows of waves
Coming close to the sea
Coming from the sea level
Disturbing the sea level
With the force of a powerful crossbow
Announce the thunder and lightning storm
It is about to come across the sea
There is no breakwater
The last typhoon that kills< /p>
Pushing the dark clouds like manta rays
The dark clouds are pushing the sea
Pushing forward with teeth and claws
Wherever the wind hits
The tree on the bank bowed
The white gull folded its wings
The fish dived into the deep bottom
Almost all living beings
all retreated
p>Only
those who neither bend, nor rise far, nor dive
loyal guardians of the sea
in the icy air and currents
With silent fanaticism
Longing for this is not the first time
nor the last
thrilling physical fight< /p>
Experience the greatest joy
Be struck by its thunder and lightning
Then it flashes by
Be overcome by its dark clouds
< p>Then it disintegrated with the windThe turbid waves hit the body
Then it shattered into pieces
It made the dying person sit up in shock
The lost soul wakes up
Just a few dark rocks
The body is covered with scars carved by wind and waves
The rough and inconspicuous black rock reef
< p>Never surrender to the seaNever betray the sea
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No. 5 of "Fifty Strings"
Gloomy Days
Snowy Days
None Wine is lonely
It is cold without carbon
You came from the frozen road
Charcoal in the snow
And I It’s wine covered in dust
You warm me and you cook me
Light my fire with your fire
I can’t bear to see you burn to ashes
You can’t bear to see me drunk in the river
Ice flowers are carved on the window
The small room is as drunk as spring
Gratitude and comfort
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Breaking sentences
Go In
On the autumn fields
I asked old Tolstoy:
Everything
mature
< p>Do we all have to keep our heads down?