1 Song of a Suicide Lies in the afternoon water. The curtains are lifted and lifted. One or two branches stretch out over the body. The gem on the water is a bottle split in half. The water in the bottle cannot be split. Lies on an axe. It's like leaning on a piano with a rope coiled under the bed. The sun in the forest cuts you off like it cuts off the south wind. You open the gun and walk back to your hometown alone. Like a dove falling on a scarlet basket

2 Water Embrace Qu Yuan holds a torch to catch people who fall into the water. Water Embrace Qu Yuan: Like a torch knocking on the door late at night, it falls towards the tomb in the water in the arms and calls out to the fish. I want to leave a calm water jar. The proud man's Water jar - The sword is buried under the ox cart. Qu Yuan is held in the water: a pair of eyes are like fire, illuminating the thousand-year-old sheep on the water. I heard at this time that the world is beautiful and picturesque. The water holds Qu Yuan, but I am so dead that it is difficult to recover

3 fellow villagers, I am so happy to see you on the sea! We all betray our own hometown. We will regard happiness as our ancestral profession. Put down the painful poems in our hands. The white waves are so big today! Folks, he is higher than your granary. If I stop telling you, if I accidentally forget that you have left my hometown aside, I will even give up on myself, let alone return to the home of the autumn harvest farmers. In July, I can always suddenly return to the desolation. To catch up with the last time I put on my hat and put on my swimsuit to die quietly in July I can always suddenly return to the desolation

4 Skydiving Tower I am missing someone on a lonely morning in the north A northern morning I am a draft of some poems. You are a poem. I want to walk into the quiet skydiving tower holding the mountains full of red azaleas. I am clearly aware that in front of me is a big river and a vast northern grassland. The beauty always makes me intoxicated. There are already people. Start shining on me on that remote and crowded little platform. You are like a star shining on my journey. Why do I only see such a beautiful rhododendron on this mountain? I only saw such a tree, which is really red and beautiful. I live in a house on the mountainside at this night. My front is filled with the sound of spring or stream water. The quiet skydiving tower. The house of ecstasy. You open the door and let me stay in this happy place forever. The undulating peaks in the north of the gate only have nine trees in the distance

5 July is not far away - to Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love. July is not far away. The birth of gender is not far away. Love is not far away. ——The lake under the horse's nose contains salt, so the bundles of beehives on the lakeside not far from Qinghai make me look sad and charming. The green grass is full of flowers.

My loneliness on Qinghai Lake is like the horse in heaven (therefore, the horse in heaven is not far away). I am that kind of love: the wild flowers sung in the poem. The only wild flower in the belly of the horse in heaven is poisonous (Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love!) The green stalks of wild flowers are not far away, and the ancient surnames in the medical box are not far away (Other prodigal sons have been cured of their illnesses and have returned to their places of origin. I want to see you right away.) Therefore, climbing mountains and wading in rivers is not far away. Death is not far away. The bones hanging all over my body are like blue water. branches! Qinghai Lake, the twilight water surface, everything seems to be in front of you! The flock of birds with only the life of May has already flown away. Only the first bird that drank from my gem has flown away. Only Qinghai Lake is left, the corpse of this gem on the twilight water surface

6 You come from afar and I come. The long journey to a distant place passes by here. Why does the night comfort me when I have nothing? ------- "Poetry of the Night (Dedicated to the Daughter of the Night)". Asian Copper, Asian Copper Grandfather died here, father died here, I You will also die here. You are the only place to bury people ------- "Asian Copper". Cherish the village at dusk, cherish the village of rain. The cloudless sky is like my eternal sorrow ------- "Village". After this month, we open the door. Some flowers bloom on the tall trees and some fruits are born deep underground----"The Bride". Human beings are as happy as plants and love is the same as rain. Happiness------"Living in the Precious World". The first drop of dew you touch in the morning must be related to your lover. The time you drink your horse at noon and stand for a moment under a green ya will also be related to her. You are here Sitting in the house in the dusk, not moving still has something to do with her ------- "House" famous poem Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming, Haizi spreads his arms and becomes a happy person from tomorrow onwards, feeds horses, chops wood and travels around the world From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. From tomorrow on, I will communicate with every relative and tell them my happiness. What the happy lightning told me, I will tell everyone, give to every river and every mountain. Give me a warm name, stranger, and I will bless you. May you have a bright future. May you find a lover and get married. May you find happiness in this world. I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers bloom in my motherland (or use dreams as horses). I want To be a loyal son from afar and a short-term lover of material things, like all poets who use dreams as horses, Haizi went to Tibet and I had to walk on the same road as martyrs and clowns. Everyone wanted to extinguish the fire. I held the fire high alone. Lift this fire to make great flowers bloom and fall in the sacred motherland. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I use this fire to spend the vast dark nights of my life. This fire is the language of the great motherland and the Liangshan Walled City built with rocks. Dreams are the top. Dunhuang - the bones that will also be cold in July are like snow-white firewood and hard strips of white snow lying across the mountain of gods. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I throw myself into this fire. These three are the lamps that imprison me and spit out the brilliance. All people will pass through my knife to build the language of the motherland. I am willing to start everything from scratch. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I am also willing to sit on the bottom of the prison. Among the creations of the gods, I am the most perishable and irresistible. The speed of death is only food. I cherish her. I hug her tightly and give birth to children in my hometown. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding high mountains and watch over my peaceful homeland. I am infinitely ashamed of the river. My years have been wasted and I am tired. Like all the poets whose dreams are horses, time flies by. Not a drop remains. One of the horses in the water drop dies. Hai Zi is beside the wall for a thousand years. Just as I am reborn on the river bank of my motherland for a thousand years. Later, I once again owned the rice fields of China and the snow-capped mountains of Emperor Zhou. Like all poets who use dreams as horses, I chose an eternal career. My career is to become the life of the sun. From ancient times to the present - "Sun" - he Incomparable splendor, incomparable light, like all poets who use dreams as horses. Finally, I was carried by the gods at dusk into the immortal sun. The sun is my name. The sun is my life. The mountain top of the sun buries the corpse of poetry - the thousand-year kingdom and I ride on it. Five Thousand Years of Phoenix and the Dragon Named "Horse" - I will surely fail, but the poem itself says that the sun will surely win. Spring, Ten Haizi (Haizi's posthumous work, the last work before his death) In Spring, Ten Haizi is all resurrected. In the bright scenery, he laughed at this savage and sad Haizi in Beidaihe during college. Why did you sleep for so long? Spring, ten seas

I roared low, danced around you and me, sang, tousled your black hair, mounted you and flew away, the dust was flying, the pain of your being split filled the earth. In the spring, this is the only one left of the savage and vengeful Haizi. , the last one is the son of the night, immersed in winter, obsessed with death and unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside where the grains are piled high and cover the windows. Half of them are used for the mouths of a family of six, eating and Half of the stomach is used for agriculture, and they reproduce themselves. The strong wind blows from east to west, from north to south, ignoring the night and dawn. What do you mean by dawn?