Shall we go to see the fireworks?
Go there and have a look.
How to regenerate flowers among flowers
How to reproduce the dream in the dream
Let's walk side by side through the desolate river bank and look up at the night sky.
The ecstasy and pain of life
At this moment.
Like fireworks
-In 1989? Five? Twenty Two
Goddess of the rainbow
Please keep silent and never answer me again.
After all, I must leave this tenderness and clarity.
Spring with a breezy face
It's bright, meticulous and tireless.
A world in which all life processes are presented.
Even if it is an effort to expand the small joy.
Concentrate on taste.
The happiness of peace is prolonged as much as possible.
And then between the starting point and the end point
The mysterious distance is still unmeasurable.
This boundless loneliness must be shouldered.
All the memories are not far from me.
In the silent forest, the traces of moss that we have walked through are reflected.
But there is an uncertain mood, even if it is
I found the right word, and I gradually lost control.
Finally, I am yours.
Like the purple iris in spring.
After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.
(And this moment is an extreme moment. It's finally a masterpiece. )
-In 1989? Five? seven
After Qiu Lai.
-history is just an accidental record again and again.
Poetry is the love that is redeemed for this.
When the moonlight comes to cover the mountain road when you come.
I hope you can believe it.
I have recovered from the idea of running away.
Self-modification, anonymity, the edge of all kinds of desires
A confused heart begged for mercy.
A story that can't last after all kinds of changes.
Since the world is absolutely gentle and sharp.
No one in Qiu Lai understands this better than I do.
There are always some sparse forests that will lose all their leaves.
There are always some dreams to be buried, and there are always some lives.
Insist on changing colors and textures in the shadows alone.
I will remember your warning.
From then on, strictly observe the distance between wait-and-see and imagination
Never delve into the incident again.
A river that doesn't touch sadness won't pick the fruit of regret.
When the moonlight covers the mountain road you left again.
I don't know if you want to believe it.
But I really recovered and learned.
Stop defending the truth and let it disappear like a leaf.
And constantly abridge those unnecessary worries.
(Dead branches of meaningless white skin on the road ahead)
In the years after the Qiu Lai incident, I
Can almost be mistaken for
Desperate and optimistic woman
- 1987? Eleven? eight
history museum
Can a person's life be like a museum?
one
At first, there was only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed.
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
And burn love and faith in it
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
All the stories at that time
It all started with a fragrant river.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers crossed the river.
Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple.
two
The season when geese and birds fly quickly becomes easier.
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
I carved one too.
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
After flying particles, they gradually appear.
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Repeated descriptions from generation to generation
three
But what is wrong?
Why in the thousand generations of reincarnation
I always miss the moment I expect.
I did it for you before the sandstorm came.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
Why after the sandstorm?
There will always be some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home on a moonlit night.
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa to urge you to get on the horse.
I know it will be a lifetime to meet again.
At that time, the world used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth, only
Wan Li withered red willow and poplar yellow sand
four
As if walking back and forth
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of tender needs that cannot be solved.
Endless spring days embroidered with five-color silk thread
The farther away, the thicker the clouds are.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard.
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
You seem to hear some voices in your panic.
Of course, you can't believe it.
Of course you can't believe it.
All the silk, all the silk.
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
It is all my love for you.
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
As time goes on, it will gradually disappear.
- 1984? Eight? Niansi
Short notes
Who would leave a poem in the bag?
Wait at the pillow of the hotel where you live alone.
Page by page.
After the lights go out, inside and outside the window.
The universe is constantly eroding and collapsing.
This life is too short.
I can't get a beautiful token to exchange with you.
Although deep in the lotus.
I tried. I tried my best.
I must pay you back a thousand times.
-In 1988? Nine? eight
Meditator
What only makes the water waves exult forward?
But it made us flinch.
Gradually become dull and indifferent.
What makes the excited and joyful heart go away day by day?
Instead, it is a hidden heavy load.
The dam you insisted on building broke my heart.
This is the last problem of the river.
This is my last song.
I finally came to the mouth of life.
remain; stay
It was sadness and happiness that once flowed so fast.
The one who used to go all out, even if it was shattered.
You must try to explain to yourself.
Those wild years and nights
(Shan Ye repeatedly calls me in the distance)
Winding through mountains and valleys
Winding again, my thoughts always stay in
Every tiny turning point
It seems to hear the trees all over the mountain groan and tremble in the wind.
The scent of wild ginger flower is very scattered.
The moonlight spreads quietly with the rushing clouds.
Why is yesterday's freshness certain?
Inch by inch, turn yourself into a vast past)
Now it's the sea
The endless waves are coming.
The mountain forest is silent, gradually retreating and drifting away.
(Will the distance fade away? )
No one on the beach paid attention to my problem.
Only time can use it for eternal meditation.
As an answer to me.
- 1987? Seven? seven
In the dark river
-After reading "Yue People's Song"
What a beautiful brightly lit night.
You smiled and slowly led me to the other side.
(What occasion? What occasion?
Today, I want to help the prince in the same boat)
Rising tide
It's the swelling love in my chest.
What a beautiful and flustered night.
Please forgive me for having to sing.
Call softly overlooking my starry sky
The starry sky is not as good as.
Sitting in the bow, you are dazzling.
I almost mistook it for happiness at hand.
Looking up from an obscure corner
No one can solve my sadness.
(shame returns to shame.
I feel a little agitated.
All my life before I got stuck.
It's not that I don't know that I should dodge and escape.
But on such a beautiful night.
There is a desire hidden, but never allowed.
Just turn your eyes.
A moment's love from heart to skin.
I am a moth running to the blazing flame.
It will turn to ashes after burning.
But if you refuse to burn it later,
What can I leave except one?
Gradually rough, gradually broken.
A heart that gradually loses its luster in the dust
So I jumped into the fire.
Jumping at the temptation set by fate in the dark.
With my beautiful songs and sincere poems.
I grew up with a gentle and shy woman.
What can you do in life?
The ultimate for you
In legend, they like to add happy endings.
Only I know that reeds are wet in the fog.
How I watched you drift away.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood, which is pleasing to you.
You don't know)
The song stopped when the lights went out one by one.
Everything you left behind in the underground river
In the end, it can only be
How many people whisper under the stars?
Your past, my last night
- 1986? Six? eleven
Ps:
It is said that Ren Yuege is the first poem translated by China. Yue Nv, who was swimming in the river, worshipped him and sang a song in Vietnamese. Mr. Hubei asked someone to translate Chu Ci, which is a beautiful love poem. Some people say that after understanding this song and Yue Nv's heart, E Jun took her back with a smile. However, on the underground river, the ending we know is not like this.
tranquil night
Angels still come every night.
With an unsustainable memory
Quietly falling from the quiet night sky
As the stars disappear bit by bit.
I still love you.
I think you should know and agree.
Although you got it in time.
That kind of dizzy joy is the beginning of addiction.
Although at your seaside
All the turbulent dark clouds have already been blocked.
- 1987? Twelve? Twenty Two
youth
In ...
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
- 1979? six
Common jasmine orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
- 1979? eight
Brave New World
Are the habits gradually formed walls?
So taboos accumulate day and night.
It's all nets
We are finally cut off from everything.
Such as sadness, joy and various harmful emotions.
From then on, I crisscrossed in my heart.
It's a bright track
The same is true of sterile blood from rivers.
Even if it finally appears, it won't change.
Those who disappear while waiting.
It is impossible to describe all the details.
In the forest without miscellaneous trees
An afternoon without distractions, even if
You said your name.
Even if you still have the brand of past lives in your heart.
I can't answer it anymore. I can't identify it.
- 1987? Three? twenty-six
Clams and pearls
Can't eliminate the existence of that scar.
So with warm tears.
You wrap it layer by layer.
That memory grew in your arms.
Every turn sparkles.
Touch a sore spot.
Let you look back and grow old.
At the bottom of the deep silence
- 198 1? Eight? five
travel
Happiness, from darkness to glory;
Happiness, from glory to darkness.
-Sing Upanishads
Everything I have
Finally, I'll pay you back.
No matter how much I cherish it.
How I don't want to
This is the end of the trip, although
When we set out, the drums were like kindling.
Dance gently in my heart
Those poems written in wet ink
In the blink of an eye, when I finished reading it, it became a prophecy.
I just don't understand it yet.
When and where did it start? Just like that.
The thrilling ocean suddenly stopped.
The running stream stopped and the flowers withered.
It's like someone turned around before it was over.
Leaving is for complete loneliness.
For himself, you should know me. ...
I wish I could leave the moonlight that night.
I hope I can walk with you.
There is still a long way to go at the crossroads.
I want you to stop.
Allow me to revise those that keep happening.
Those burning mistakes last night
This poem is still burning.
Wild you used to be my brilliance and brilliance.
Every time I look back at this colorful world.
I can still remember, but time is crazy
Fierce speed ends everything.
Only a dull pain between the breasts.
I can't help asking myself what this is.
Temptation makes the surroundings so dark)
This is the end of the trip.
When I look back, there are only clouds at the end of the plain.
Fly over one place after another
Abandoned garden
I planted countless hopes there.
They all used to
I can't detect it at the moment.
Bloom one after another
"Call and called.
Always miss each other. "
Waiting is the same as waiting.
From then on, all I can plant and harvest is memory.
Is it at the end?
Finally, I have to return it to you with tears in my eyes.
- 1987? Eight? ten
Four notes of light
suppose
After being rejected by all the light
Darkness began to appear.
(just like those established concepts in my mind)
Threatened to enter the container of everything.
And then become a solid that will never change.
So I decided to light myself up and find you.
set up
I didn't cry, but
Why are you always there?
I want to open the next door, and then the next door.
exceed
This action seems to never stop.
It's just that the time has been delayed
The so-called bright future is really
A trick that lasts a lifetime.
experiment
Don't want to repeat it, but
Must overlap
Try to observe your manners during the day.
In the night, they all entered my poems with a slight gap.
I always forget to ask you.
The most tortuous and moving plot in shadow play.
Is it light or shadow?
conclusion
Starry sky in summer night
Just staged a tragedy.
When that dazzling message
It finally reached my heart.
You are a star thousands of light years away.
In fact, the cooling has long since gone out.
I am ecstatic to answer.
But I still don't know. I'm still working.
On the way to your place in a hurry
-In 1988? Four? eighteen
Interpretation of wine (two chapters)
Good wine
How many times does it rain in spring?
The wind in the wilderness is more or less empty, and expectations and
Waiting ability
I think of my face under the lamp tonight.
If you are happy, please drink me.
Like moonlight sucking the tide.
I prepared it for you.
Please finish my drink. I am the man.
A slightly undulating ocean
Only in a sealed shell can the fragrance be fully stored.
Amber's luster is caused by a kind of
Deep burial
Cheerleaders, what are you hesitating about?
You can't be ignorant.
Please, please drink me up.
I'm everything you want, really.
All the fantasies you want to find
I am in your heart
A never-ending desire.
Xinmao
If you invite me,
Like a failed glass.
Xinmao
Let the burning memory cool from now on.
Let Guanghua's brilliant vision be disillusioned from now on.
I have nothing to resent.
There are many in this world.
Abandoned fate, abandoned heart
In fact, during the brewing process,
Nothing is in my own hands.
Include temperature and humidity.
Including happiness
-In 1985? Eleven? four
Is that enough? 、