Analysis:
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How long will it take?
On the intersection of poetry and Shu Ting
-To my mother in the north.
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
In order to complete a fable
In order to obey an ideal
The sky, rivers and mountains
Chose me and let me bear it.
I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.
So, I put my heart
Hold it high in your hands.
That is bitterness and pleasure.
A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.
Because of anger and desire
Infinitely expanding and contracting heart
my heart
Under the projection of eyes from various angles.
Emitted a rainbow of light.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
I gave my life.
My sad flower
Although despised, it was trampled into mud.
I gave my life.
My initial naivety
Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.
I held out my hands in purity and shyness.
Begging everyone to leave.
Everybody turn around.
I don't hide my weakness.
Even the swing of my black hair.
Has become a part of the world.
Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay
Into words in my eyes
Words produce sounds.
Surging around like waves.
In order to move
A heart that has not been touched.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
The sunshine caresses me
Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.
The wind and rain eroded me.
Change my childish face
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
Let the chorus cheer.
Stars and rain generally fall on my side.
God-like vulture
Eat my insides every day.
I don't belong to myself, but to myself.
That fable
That ideal
Even so.
I became a fossil.
That's my song.
Happy life
Will knock open a closed shutter
Dill flowers are still climbing.
open
Although I'm tired, mom
help me
Stand at the forefront of the front line
Yongming Zhai, mom.
There are too many places I can't reach, and my feet hurt, mom.
You didn't teach me to catch the old sadness in the greedy sunrise. My heart is the same as yours.
You are my mother. I even shed your blood at dawn.
You were surprised to see yourself in a pool of blood. You woke me up.
Hearing the voice of the world, you gave birth to me, and you made me suffer misfortune.
Terrible twins in this world. For years, I don't remember crying tonight.
The light that makes you pregnant, how far it is, how suspicious it is, stands on the line of life and death.
Suddenly, there is darkness in front of your eyes, and how heavy the shadow enters the soles of your feet.
In your arms, I had a mysterious smile. Who knows?
You made me understand everything in a virgin way, but I was indifferent.
I regard this world as a virgin. Did I send it to you?
Haven't the hearty laughter burned enough in summer? No?
I was abandoned in this world, alone and sad with the light of the sun.
Hanging over me, do you know what is left when you bend over the world?
Years sent me to the mill and let me see myself crushed.
Oh, mom, were you happy when I finally became silent?
No one knows how irrelevant I love you, this secret.
From a part of you, my eyes look at you painfully, like two wounds.
In order to live, I killed myself to fight against eternal love.
A stone is abandoned until it dries up like bone marrow, and the world
Some orphans exposed all the blessings, but who knows best?
Anyone who stands on the mother's hand will eventually die because of birth.
If it's not long enough,
Ask me for information at the station. .