At this time, dusk has come.
The road has been blocked by this time.
Cold face cheek against the window glass.
I know my mother is walking home through the crowd.
Oh, mother, it's getting dark.
Oh, mom, why can't we see you coming back?
Grandparents are sleepy in the house.
Father and sister-in-law are listening attentively outside the door.
The fire gave off a dazzling red light.
Oh, mom, why haven't we seen you come back yet?
The tram sped by.
Near the window glass
Our noses will vibrate slightly.
It began to rain.
What if you die?
Good mother
What if you die?
Oh, mother, it's already dark.
Oh, mom, why can't we see you coming back?
The elders are waiting for their ideas in the house.
Peace is like the cups and plates on the dining table that we have counted countless times.
The song of brother and sister flows far away.
Mom, unless disaster strikes, you have already left.
The head is surging and the rain is fluttering.
Good mother, you found yourself knocked down by a car.
You close your eyes and bear the peace.
The children came from a distance, then stood still and cried.
Oh, our young good mother and old mother.
Do you really want to shake off our outstretched hand?
Then the door opened and the footsteps were messy.
Our old mother stood in front of us.
She said she went to XXX's house.
She said that whoever greeted her father would ask him to stay for another day.
She smiled at the shocked child.
Bend down and dry their eyes.
Oh, our good mother, we are so happy that you are back.
Please forgive our children's momentary delusion.
We won the battle with the devil.
We protected our mother, though she didn't know it.
At that moment, we thought that our good mother could not die.
She cannot die. What can we do if she dies?
Chen Yu breathed in the middle of the night, beside my mother.
Breathing in the middle of the night, next to my mother?
Lying waiting to die, this windy night?
I inhaled her breath. I want it?
Before getting to know her, or?
Know my obsession?
This body before my body?
Me, the daughter of this peasant woman?
/kloc-0 was born in the winter of 965. ?
Go to school at the age of seven and use judgment at the age of fifteen?
Grow taller. I was nineteen when I longed to blossom.
The peasant woman went to pull the floor for me, and the car was full?
Refractory bricks, lime, sand and cement can supply flowers. ?
She supports her daughter in the field with maternal strength?
Crazy grows romance and secrets that are out of touch with the roots.
My destiny is to save myself in such a dark night. ?
Hanging in the ward at night watching my mother lie down?
Stranger. The wind downstairs, the liquid in the chest and?
Where are the news of her life and death under pressure?
To save what I don't understand. ?
They are snobs, good to me, and wrap all my wounds with cotton-padded clothes?
To avoid massive bleeding. Is obscurity and unpredictability driving up the price of truth?
Tie my body to a slow rope that I'm willing to gamble on?
She couldn't explain her experience clearly. Is she better than a woman?
A more humble woman. She can't love children anymore?
Love your daughter's body. She's old, atrophied and dull?
She hides all the children who are smarter than her and taller than her?
Talking about the size of soot, Mi Chong, bran and eggs?
She is deeply involved in it because of her stupidity and meanness?
Emotional instability. Like collecting early childhood shoes?
She also hides too many mysteries that she can't solve
Her breathing body is the cemetery I dug?
I dug in cold blood. Cold blood?
Dig out the words hidden in the flesh and blood. I want them to hit me?
The holes in my body, I want them to support my lamp?
Illuminate my passion for not coming in time. Abyss, right?
Don't tempt me, can't you do it before I stand firm?
Crack the meeting. My will is secretly controlled by you. ?
She became dumb at the age of three and didn't speak until she was seven?
This interaction with my stuttering is a mother-daughter picture?
Like now, I'm shivering in the middle-aged snow?
Observe her dying nerves?
How to interweave into my nerve vein?
Into screaming like a monkey. Besides that?
I only tolerate the confusion in my mouth. Keep an eye on her
Extracranial drainage bottle, I'm trying to figure it out, okay?
Her growing pain has something to do with me. Who wants to see in North Korea?
She is very strange at the moment, putting on that pathetic and contemptuous look?
I entered her body night after night in the dark?
I can't see who is dangerously borrowing her body.
Spend her life here and now. She opened it gently?
From birth to death, just when I was sleepy?
Close. Dark music of the earth?
Always vague and reliable ring, want to use her body?
When morning after morning comes, the sky speaks for itself?
And she is inertia, bringing ignorance and sleep into a coma. ?
Her breathing is so painful that she can only breathe?
I am 32 years old. Yeah, her contact's birthday?
Above ethics, closer to mystery and sigh. Self-pity decay?
More beautiful than disease: how to approach the silence of the night?
Know how to look away, forget and?
Observe in time, the chrysanthemums are blooming in the corner. ?
Chrysanthemum is as white as cold. I have loved it for a long time?
I need its white color and fragrance to distract me: her tidal breath?
How does the blade hurt my body?
Both upward and downward changes are delayed. My heart?
Soft and hard. I need comfort! ?
Need to reach out my arm, need to grab a little energy?
I continue to work in her coma, happy work?
Rape her, hesitate to intervene more, and then what?
Impulsively threw her swelling and high fever into the sky. ?
She was born again, but not the same as when the baby was born in October?
She became stupid, and neither crying nor laughing was lucky. ?
Nasal erosion. Urine catheterization and moist breathing. Turn over. Ice compress to cool down. ?
I brought her back to the edge of the abyss. She is ill.
Without dignity, she can't think. I make my own decisions. ?
She was stuck halfway, unable to get up or down, suffering in my will. ?
I spent countless nights worrying about her dementia?
Wake up. Look at her with her mouth open and her head stuck between life and death. ?
She was paralyzed. It doesn't matter if you endure it. Her intelligence?
As low as a baby. Is she worse than me? ?
She hasn't been in or out for so long?
Shut me out of metaphor?
My knock on the door, in every late-night breath?
It is ringing.
Yang Lian's The Sun Is New Every Day (Poetry Group)
Wild goose pagoda; Dayan Pagoda; Giant Wild Goose Pagoda
1. location
The children are here.
Hold the young mother's hand
Through the gray courtyard
Here come the children.
The eyes are in the blue skirt of the little locust tree.
As if blown down by the wind
Transparent raindrops
Gaze in silence
Swallows twittering around me ...
I'm fixed here
It's been a thousand years.
in China
Ancient capital city
I stand like a human being.
Thick shoulders, raised head.
Facing the endless golden land
I'm fixed here
Quiet as a mountain.
As still as a tombstone
Write down the pain and life of the nation
silent
The hard heart of the rock
Think alone
Black lips are open.
A silent cry to the sun
Maybe this is what I should do.
For the children.
Tell a story
2. Distant fairy tales
How can I laugh for countless good memories?
The brilliance of gold, jade and silk.
Shine on my birth
Hard-working hands, luxurious peony and gentle and graceful cornices surround me.
I am surrounded by etiquette, plaques and the names of glorious people.
The bells of many temples and temples echoed in my ears.
My figure brushed Yuan Ye, mountains, rivers and spring.
Next to the grave where our ancestors lived, we planted seeds.
Cities and villages dotted with emeralds
The fire made my face red, and the iron plough and porcelain were all red.
Make a crisp sound, music, poem.
In festivals, the sky is woven.
How can I smile for those beautiful memories?
In that youthful day, I once looked down on the world.
Purple grapes float from the west like night.
Falling on the noisy street, a star for every drop of juice.
Embedded in a bronze mirror, reflecting my face.
My heart is like the open earth and sea at dawn.
Camel bells and mural sails set off from me.
Go to distant places and knock on the sun like gold coins.
When I was born
I even laugh.
To those palaces that show off glaze and blood red.
Wall, those centuries, century after century pillow on the incense table.
People who enjoy dreams
Sing with enthusiasm and sincerity
But I didn't expect
Why do pearls and sweat flow to one place?
-Walk past the full and empty tombs.
Why in the trembling dusk
The peasant girl wandered by the river.
There is so much melancholy and sadness in the cloudy pupil. ...
Finally, cigarettes and fire were lit from the closed manor.
From the north, between endless mountains and plains.
There were hooves, fights and crying.
The flag of chaos changes around me like a cloud.
Like clothes that are broken in flight.
I saw the Yellow River rushing by.
A silver elegy paved by moonlight.
Mourn for history and silence.
And where are the streets, people and noise I am familiar with?
I miss buckeye and fresh grass.
What about the gurgling stream under the bridge?
Only the blood of the old man selling flowers is frozen in my soul.
Only burnt houses, piles of rubble and ruins.
Sinking gradually in the diffuse wind and sand
Become a dream and a wasteland
Step 3: Pain
In the long years
I stand like a human being.
Like one of thousands of farmers driven by whips.
Like livestock, a taxi taken to the north suffered a stroke.
The cold wind tore my skin.
The night choked my breath.
I am forced to stand here.
Protect the sky and the earth.
Guarding their own destiny of being trampled and humiliated.
In my distant hometown
That small village is deserted, young wife.
Leaning against the sloping bamboo fence
So dim, so withered
Swarms of spiders are weaving webs in her desperate eyes.
Wilderness, road
Reach out to the sad winter
There is also a summer of tears.
The fingers that reached out to my mother went deep into the soil.
Green eyes are more gloomy than drifting wildfires.
I was deprived of freedom of movement.
My voice was taken away.
Thick dark clouds, falling from the sky
Write a series of irresistible will.
Full of promises instead of thinking, empty
I hope when death passes, it will be like a tax.
Blackmail tomorrow
My fate, cry! You're bleeding
I stand like a human being.
But you can't live like a person.
Even the shadow does not belong to you.
4. National tragedy
Run, run, run, run,
Trembling land, land with bare arms
Arouse hoes, swords and sunshine
Like a beast rushing out of the jungle
Like a spewing flame in the wilderness.
Rows of unyielding mountains are magnificent.
Show purple breasts to the sky
Where the head was cut off, Rivers.
More and more crazy
Shout shout shout shout.
A drum full of blood and strength.
With the rhythm of storms and oceans
Shake stone walls and castles
Colorful flags are flying in Eli.
There are thousands of stars rising from grasslands and lakes in Qian Qian.
Like countless war dead without closing their eyes.
That powerful and shining soul
Look at victory, look at autumn.
Looking at the mountains of Jin Juhua.
I am a brave soldier in this team.
My body, engraved with
Thousands of years of suffering, unyielding and dignified.
Even though the heavy city gate clenched its rusty teeth.
Even if the road is full of thorns and abyss.
My steps crossed the sky-the ladder.
From the rotting battlements
Remind my red tassel and morning.
The endless world unfolds to me.
Endless people are boiling towards me.
So many smiles-men's and women's.
Brother, partner, just like my father.
Shake between ridges and ditches
As shiny as my wife in a silky eyelash pen.
Even in the face of my enemies
Smile and fill it with intoxicating wine.
And the solemn smoke and bells on the altar
Into another dusk together.
Time and time again, I stayed here
Looking at the homeland that has returned to silence.
Looking at my drooping palm, I was plowed by a plow and a handle.
Loess Plateau and North China Plain
My shoulders: Qinling Mountain and Taihang Mountain.
Look at the creaking unicycle and pole.
How to press out a series of wounds in my heart, confused
Love songs float like dark clouds.
Cover my eyes, my brothers.
Riding on the back of a buffalo is still so carefree.
As if nothing had happened.
I stayed here and watched all this angrily.
I said my heart was bleeding.
Time and again, it's been 1000 years.
In China, the ancient capital.
Night surrounds me, and mud surrounds me.
I was sentenced to sell and was cheated by Alice.
I was praised and isolated.
With national disaster, with poverty and numbness.
Fix it here
Be lost in thought
5. Thinker
I often listen to distant voices.
Blinking, dead leaves, snow
Fall into a long dream
I often swim to the rainbow after rain.
Looking for the shadow, pride and comfort of the Great Wall
But the howling wind tells me more stories of collapse.
-broken sand, stones, siltation.
Canal, my blood vessels stopped beating.
My throat stopped singing.
I was imprisoned in a cage of my own making.
Thousands of years of history, heavy pressure on the shoulders.
My soul is as heavy as a piece of lead.
A gray courtyard withered in toxic loneliness.
Sparse and empty
Where swallows live and fly. ...
I feel ashamed.
Facing this endless golden land
Facing the sun that kisses me every day
Finger-like, carving out the light of beautiful mountains and rivers.
Facing the annual fluttering of spring breeze
Wicker is like hair and necklace.
Ripe fruit on the branch.
I feel ashamed.
The ancestors buried their bones in the grass.
Look at me gloomily.
Teams of faces, once with blood.
The person who gave me glory looked at me.
Even if the children come to me.
When a little hand as soft as a flower touches it in trust
Eyes as pure as the lake in April.
I feel ashamed.
My heart is excited by the waves across the ocean.
It is the excitement of the stars that rises by wings, lightning and hands.
But I cannot fly into the sky like a free bird.
People who used to come from the desert
A canoe driver
gathering
My heart trembled with anxiety in depression.
Let this desire, torture and dream become power.
Like an ice stream in the sun
Show unrestrained enthusiasm
I'm standing here like a person, alone.
A person who has experienced countless pains and deaths but is still stubborn.
Thick shoulders, raised head.
Let me finally destroy the cage of this nightmare.
Let go of the shadow of history, the gesture of a warrior
Connected like night and dawn.
Just like trees, shade and forests are growing every minute.
My youth has sprouted again in this way.
Brothers, let the silence representing death disappear forever.
Like snow covering the earth-my song
Will fly back side by side with the geese lined up in the word "people"
Go to the light with everyone.
I'll pick up the children.
Laugh very high in the sun. ...