1, Watching the Starry Sky in Hargil
There's a secret you can't control,
You can only be a bystander.
Let the mysterious power,
Send a signal from a distance.
Let the light pass through your heart,
Just like tonight, in Hargil.
In this desolate place far from the city,
Place, on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Next to a train station the size of a broad bean,
I look up at the stars.
The couple are silent, and the birds' wings are thin.
The grass grows wildly towards the stars.
The horse forgot to fly,
The wind blows the empty night, blowing me.
The wind blows the future and the past,
I became a person, a room.
A small room with an oil lamp burning,
The cold roof of this hut.
Stepped into the altar by hundreds of millions of feet of stars,
I'm like a child taking communion,
Enlarge courage, but hold your breath.
2. Sonnets in the moonlight
People sleep in tall buildings and dream,
Vineyards in the moonlight.
I would dream that I was wearing a big cloak,
Touch under the cold grape trellis.
The wind is blowing, on the moon,
There is a whistle, sometimes called.
The paper boat sank on the river of "Dawn Road".
Fog drifted through the graveyard-like vineyard.
The wind is blowing, bloodthirsty owl,
Singing around the vineyard.
Singing the requiem of human loss,
Then you stay away from the noise and pull out your pistol.
You dream of a vineyard in the moonlight,
Crushed mercilessly by a corpse.
Xichuan, 1963, from Xuzhou, Jiangsu. He, Haizi and Luo Yihe are also called the three great poets of Peking University. His creation and poetic thoughts have a wide influence on contemporary China poetry.