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What are the poems within eighteen lines?
There are many short poems.

Contemporary poets Gu Cheng and Xi Murong are good at writing short poems.

Xu Xiangqian's representative poems

1. Boundary

Xu xiangchou

Is to put your hands in your pockets

Get rid of it. Put down your hand and count the money.

Get rid of it. Put the hand that wrote the lyrics

Get rid of it. Give the cigarette to the superior.

Get rid of it. Hold the flag-raising hand high.

Get rid of it. clap with all one's might

get rid of

Free your hands from a show of hands.

Free the hands of a show of hands.

Release the hand that raised the oath.

Let go of the surrender hand.

2003.9. 12.

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2. In the Wilderness

Xu xiangchou

If you are in the middle of nowhere.

Qian bu ai Cun Hou bu Zhuo branch

Afraid of being robbed by robbers

Afraid of ghosts and foxes

At this moment

You suddenly find yourself on the side of the road

A bubble of steaming fresh feces.

A sense of security arises spontaneously.

Where there is shit, there is anus.

Where there is anus, there is smoke.

Just cross the ridge

2003.9. 16.

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3. Garden Notes

Xu xiangchou

Spring is coming

The radish is ripe, too

Vegetable farmers put it away.

Take it to the market and sell it.

Leaving only

Pits of different shades

Be inserted by radish

2002.5.28.

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4. "You killed me"

Xu xiangchou

My head began to rot.

Hair and dandruff keep falling off.

My five senses began to rot.

Eye drops, nosebleeds and earwax are secreted in large quantities.

My heart began to rot.

In the face of great times, I am indifferent

My bones are beginning to rot.

Rot went deep into the bone marrow and began to grow maggots.

My chicken sticks are beginning to rot, too.

I'm too lazy to fuck this pretentious world

You don't have to treat me.

You don't have to lecture me.

Why don't you just kill me?

March is spring.

The sun makes me lazy and the sun makes me sleepy.

This is the best time to kill me

2003.4.6.

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5. Man is a machine that makes excrement.

Xu xiangchou

Newton climbed out of the grave.

His heart began to beat.

Blood begins to circulate.

His hair changed from white to blue and black.

It's still so lush after many years.

At this time, the fallen apple returned to the tree.

The gravity of the earth has disappeared.

Newton and his inspiration

I practice walking backwards on my lawn.

Go back to the dormitory from the orchard.

From old age to youth

From teenagers to fetuses

Return from fetus to fertilized egg

Newton's father and Newton's mother

I am in bed at this time.

Make Newton

Sorry, the projectionist said apologetically.

I put down the film.

Ok, I'm going to use the same method next.

Let the fallen tree stand up again

Let the deceased relatives recover.

Let the funds collected indiscriminately be returned to the people.

Send the wrong case back for retrial.

I also want to give my hand back what I left behind.

Let feces and urine

Back to the anus.

Under the action of anti-gravity

Through the large intestine and small intestine, then through the stomach.

Reach the throat that almond can't lock.

I finally spit it out of my mouth.

Delicious rice and fruit

Once upon a time, man was a machine that made feces.

Now make gold.

2002. 1 1.22.

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6. Dedication of shit

Xu xiangchou

Shit is the body of rice.

Urine is the corpse of water.

Fart is the gas of shit and urine.

We do it every year.

90 kilograms of shit

Urine 2500 bubbles

Fart half a cube

There are also some gum, nose and ear wax.

Crops and flowers

Is shit.

Others present flowers to the motherland.

I care.

2003.3.25.

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7. finally grind the pestle into a needle

Xu xiangchou

As long as the kung fu is deep

A pestle can be ground into a needle-it's steady.

It is said that Li Bai was fond of playing when he was a child.

Inspired by the iron pestle grinding needle

He became a poet in a daze.

Xu homesick also wants to be a poet.

I also want to look up and express my feelings.

But where can I find it?

Where's the old lady grinding needles?

Even if you finally find it.

She is afraid of trouble.

Tell me the story again.

I've thought it over.

So I'd better do it myself.

I broke the broken iron at home into pieces and rusty wire.

Take it to the forge.

Ask the master to give me a special iron pestle.

I also asked the masons to chisel me an anvil.

Now I can start working.

Working day and night, meticulously.

Forget to sleep, eat and sweat.

So the first decade passed.

The Tang dynasty also followed for ten years.

As the Second Decade draws to a close.

That was in 2002.

The pestle was finally ground into a needle.

I can be a poet from now on.

I can also open the window.

Let the moonlight shine poetically on my bed.

I will finish my dinner.

Everyone around has gone to the movies.

I quickly wiped my eyes.

I didn't see it until my neck was sore.

Ah, the moon is as bright as the moon.

2002.6.

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8. "Spring sowing will begin soon"

Xu xiangchou

The spring sowing will begin soon.

Farmers have no money to buy fertilizer.

Farmers have to sit on the threshold and cry.

Officials cannot cry.

They see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts.

Emergency deployment of all government cadres.

grading

Send it to the countryside to make fertilizer.

There are plenty of cars to go.

Some people take taxis.

Have a plenty of a person to.

Some people went with their wives and children.

They are all wearing suits and ties.

Radiant, radiant

The function of making dung is stronger than one.

There are also people who insist on working despite illness.

Hypertension, hyperlipidemia and hyperglycemia

But in order to support the agricultural construction of the motherland

In order to live up to the ardent hopes of superiors

It doesn't matter no matter how hard or tired you are.

In a restaurant

The raw materials for making manure are ready.

When gongs and drums ring in spring.

They began to eat high-quality rice.

Drink good wine.

Swallow chicken, duck, fish and seafood.

Then ensure the quality and quantity.

Sprinkle enough shit and urine.

Ensure the smooth progress of spring ploughing production.

2002. 12.30.

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9. I stand on my head

Xu xiangchou

When I stand upside down

I just walk with my head.

Think with your feet

Whistle with your lower body

Breathe through the navel

I saw people coming down.

All the water flows upward.

The sky is trampled under our feet.

An airplane takes off or launches a satellite.

As easy as throwing a stone.

I find that people always get married first and then fall in love.

Fine first, then spit everywhere.

Praise first, then save the drowning child.

Heroic sacrifice before being chased as party member.

Or be awarded the May Day Labor Medal.

Write a memoir first

Then go to work in the revolution.

First of all, seriously criticize education cadres.

And then engage in corruption

Just like after ejaculation inserted it first.

Realize socialism first, and then build socialism.

I also saw the host pouring tea for the nanny.

The rich beg from the poor.

The superior handed cigarettes to the subordinate.

Comrade Lei Feng learns from us.

I saw the director driving the car for the driver.

Officials give gifts to ordinary people.

For the masses who come to inspect the work,

Welcome to the street.

From now on, people can be masters of their own affairs.

In the name of the country

Riding on a public servant to bully others.

2002. 1 1. 10.

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10. I won't die of natural causes.

Xu xiangchou

I will never die of old age.

I was hit by a car when I went out.

Swimming meets tsunami.

Air crashes are common on the first flight.

Had a heart attack of 5 million

Caught robbing a bank.

I incited the poetry uprising.

Almost a door full of ribs.

I fought with the police in the street.

Finally suddenly died in the street.

My pupils are gradually dilated.

The world is getting smaller.

No one came to take my body.

You can't bury me.

Better hang my body.

Hanging like a dead pig

Show it to the public at the gate

Come and see passers-by

Don't crowd those who carry baskets.

Primary and secondary school students come to see.

Legal education begins with dolls.

The prisoners of the imperial court also came to see it.

Do not accept the text after reading it.

I'm not dead enough.

2005.8.20.

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1 1. My garbage life

Xu xiangchou

My ideal is that I can't go to college.

Even if you pass the exam, you won't get a diploma.

Even if I get it, I can't find a good job.

Even if it is discovered, it will offend the leader.

My ideal is to be expelled from the unit.

My ideal is to wander the streets.

And no washing, no brushing, no haircut.

Mentally obscene and glassy-eyed

Don't apply when the recruiter comes.

Recruiters come and don't apply.

I have nothing, and my family is surrounded.

You can't get a wife if you stand still.

My ideal is not to reproduce the motherland.

My ideal is to cripple my leg.

Stumbling through Times Square

My ideal is to be born with a pair of eyes.

Seeing problems always focuses on the center of the bridge of the nose.

My ideal is to have epilepsy.

You put me in an ambulance.

I spit foam in your mouth.

2004.3. 1.

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12. Practice serves the people

Xu xiangchou

Wei people service center

Violate people's service

Pseudo-people service

Do not serve the people

Minor, illegal, false, no

Not very small, very small.

violate

Falsehood in disguise

Never, never

They are all heart-and-soul.

What serves the people is

2002. 1 1.2.

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13. "Overfilling"

Xu xiangchou

In ancient times, there was a man named Mr. Nan Guo.

He can't play at all.

(now it's called forgetting)

But in a serious court.

Later, things came out.

Become a joke for people after dinner.

Become a negative textbook for teachers to educate us.

I didn't expect that a few years later

There is also a Mr. Nan Guo in China.

that's me

Once, our unit held a chorus competition.

It is that many people sing the same song together.

When people are full of enthusiasm

When singing loudly

I'll never remember.

Those exciting lyrics

2002.4.

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14. Inside the courtyard wall

Xu xiangchou

Inside the courtyard wall are units.

Inside the unit is a house.

Inside the house is a room.

There is someone in the room.

Everyone gets dressed.

Inside the clothes is a belly.

Inside the stomach is intestines.

The intestines are full of shit.

2003.3.23.

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15. Shit is a pleasure.

Xu xiangchou

Squat on the back eaves

Toilet paper also squatted down with me.

At this time, I don't want anything.

Don't think about whether the two sessions were successfully held.

Should the United States hit Iraq without thinking?

Is the pocket well-off, and has the farmer reduced his burden?

Don't even think about it

The most important thing for me now is.

Pull the shit out.

And get happiness from the friction between feces and anus.

2003.4.6.

Twelve exquisite foreign short poems

On a Monday in May.

Ted Kusher (USA)

It rained all weekend,

But today's pointed roof

Dusty and warm.

Bound by the sun

The back of the old donkey.

Our houses are all very similar,

And our lives. Under every roof-

Leaves, silk and feathers;

In every front yard

Sentimental maple,

After the shower,

Their own shadows

Hours of tears.

(Non-horse translation)

daisy

Christina Rossetti?? (UK)

Innocent daisies have bright eyes,

Sandwiched between blades of grass,

Every daisy is like a star.

Leaving a green sky.

(Translated by Sha Yi and Lao Ke)

Don't look.

Rischard KRigney Tzki (Poland)

Don't look,

They deserve it, slaves,

Be prepared to exercise power at any time.

So only

Love is still a fatal disease.

Oppose us

(Translated by Li Yiliang)

accomplish

Charles Bukowski (USA)

We are like roses.

Too lazy to blossom.

Until the sun goes down.

can't wait

We are in full bloom.

Tianzhu bodhi tree

Adam zagajewski (Poland)

So sweet

The city has been drugged;

After all, he is a thin boy.

It also takes up space,

And a dog,

And I, a soldier in a stealth war,

I love this river.

Bodhi flowers are in full bloom.

(Translated by Li Yiliang)

drip

Charles Bukowski (USA)

Naked, in the corner of the room

At 8 o'clock in the morning, stretch your legs and put on sesame oil.

Wipe my whole body, Jesus, I'm coming.

Here?

I fought in a dark alley.

For fun.

Now I don't laugh.

I spilled oil on my body and wanted to know

How many more years do you need?

How many days?

My blood is dirty and dark.

Angels sit in my brain.

Origin and extinction

Fate is empty.

I suddenly realized the destruction of the city and the destruction of the country.

The end of the world is at hand.

A small plane flew overhead.

I looked up as if it were full of meaning.

look up

It's time. It sucks.

It won't be long, every one of us.

(Translated by Sha Yi and Lao Ke)

The fish are in the calm lake water.

Auden (UK)

Fish in a calm lake,

Dilute the crowded colors,

Swan in the winter sky

There is a perfect plain,

The lion sprints.

Through the boundless jungle;

Lions, fish and swans.

Move and then disappear.

The wave heart falls in time.

When we were still living in the shadows,

We must cry and sing.

Moral introspection is immoral,

The devil is in the clock,

Beware of wearing away virtue.

For atonement or for luck;

We ignore love,

Every bird and beast will leave.

Eyes full of jealousy.

Stupid ideas are said and done.

Rub our narrow days;

I bless, I praise.

You, my swan, who has it?

All the gifts for swans.

The natural gift of impulsiveness,

That pride and dignity

The last night will be added.

Your willing love.

1936

(translated by Sank)

mosquito

Summer morning

Your mother, get up.

Go and open the window

She saw it.

Outside the window glass

There are two cars parked

Mating mosquitoes

She said loudly

Tell us to go and have a look.

You took a look.

I ran away in horror.

Two small bodies.

Tails joined together

shake

I suddenly feel that

Love is so.

Freshness and strangeness

The last fragment

Raymond Carver (United States)

In this life, you have gained

Even so, do you still want it?

I see.

So what do you want?

Call yourself dear and feel yourself.

Be loved in this world.

(translated by Shu Dandan)

Sonnet 3

Shakespeare (England)

Look at yourself in the mirror and tell this face your vision.

Now it's time to change your face,

If you don't update it now,

You will cheat the whole world and curse your parents.

Her beauty, where is her virgin uterus?

Despise your efforts?

Or who is as likable as him and willing to do it?

The tomb of narcissistic, self-loving and self-harming offspring?

You are your mother's mirror, she is on you.

Call back her lovely youth April day.

Similarly, through the window of the times, you will see,

Your golden age ignored the existence of wrinkles.

If life is not recorded in the present world,

And die alone. Your portrait is beside you.

(Translated by Isa Lauke)

faraway place

Seamus heaney (Ireland)

When I replied that I came from "far away"

The policeman at the checkpoint snapped, "Which distance?"

Before he fully understood what I said, he thought

That's the name of a place in the north of the country.

Now it is my place as well as my place.

Where I stopped-there's still a long way to go.

It seems that it took many light years to come from afar.

It takes many light years to reach the starlight.

(translated by Huang Canran)

At our house.

William stafford (USA)

I came home late, and a light was going out.

The crumpled pillows on the sofa,

Wet dishes in the sink (dinner),

In every child's room

Hold your breath, slowly and safely—

Suddenly I stood at the door.

I saw this place again,

At this time, the night is still so quiet, in the house.

Still so safe, only my breath.

Floating gently in the air—

Where I am standing, there is no one.

(Translated by Ma Yongbo)