Exiled poet
Does this night belong to you?
Does this tender and sweet night endured by the newlyweds belong to you?
No, there is no moonlight, no flowers and no swans tonight.
My fingers are covered with drizzle and grass,
But even this rainy night is all yours?
Yes, they are all mine.
But don't think my love is full of plaques.
I get nutrients from the air and calcium from the sun.
My beard is like the hair of an arrow.
But my love is as shy as night.
Ah, your friend who has been talking to me since midnight.
Please pass me your slender fingers.
1962
Sri Lankan people
Quiet pole-whose sigh?
The Mississippi River is stormy now, and the river rises there.
On this wall of the earth, a person sits alone without words.
1985
journey of salvation
1 love and death
Yes, in the struggle between good and evil.
The reproduction and regeneration of love
Older than the remains of death,
Brave a hundred times.
Me, that's it ~ an action love letter.
I don't understand forgetting.
I'm not used to numbness.
I show my five fingers like an orchid from time to time.
Hit the open space-'
What hurts is the echo.
however
Just to listen to the deviant again.
The news of failure
I just fiddled with this.
Proposition ancient piano music?
In the wrestling between good and evil
The reproduction and regeneration of love
Older than the remains of death,
Brave a hundred times.
2 the wasteland in memory
Take off the crown of thorns
He comes from the wasteland,
Regain your own destiny.
Overlooking the wilderness
Meteorological post
Snow-white column top
Lying across is a quiet arrow. ……
But,
In that immortal wasteland—
immortal
Forelegs stand behind loose mounds.
Groundhog who plays Dongfeng is lonely alone.
Was it his shadow yesterday?
Immortality—
A cyclone under the hairspring broke out at high altitude.
The geese with arrows are in a daze,
Stretching among the hot thorns.
Chasing lizards with stone tools around their necks.
intelligent part of the universe
Was it his shadow yesterday?
In the immortal wasteland.
An immortal night in the wilderness.
A spiral staircase floating in the dark.
In the red fox's flashing fidgety,
Huang Xiang, still in shock, suddenly went into seclusion,
Come and go without a trace,
Wildcats,
Mung deer,
Phosphorescence,
..... but what about his shadow yesterday?
I don't understand forgetting.
When I looked back at the mountain pass,
The sunset is covered with colorful feathers,
-Hua Zhong cherishes spring.
3 bianan
He heard about it.
Listen to the silence of the tuba.
The Great Meridian Wheel turns its blades in great sympathy.
He heard the last long whistle from the broken raft.
When the storm swept through
Sink the lighthouse to the bottom of the sea,
Vortex and greed reached a tacit understanding,
The clear conscience of the other party
Is his only life.
He took off his dirty black clothes here.
Stay at the dock, let time wash,
Wrap up the bleeding wound.
Naked in the breeze from a woman.
It is the virgin who hides her shame with the back of her hand.
Take off your wallet and give it to him.
Give protective herbs. ……
In the wrestling between good and evil
The reproduction and regeneration of love
Older than the remains of death,
Brave!
Yes,
When the old man is going to heaven.
So I gathered my daughter and family.
"Listen, you be harmonious * * *,
He is your relative,
Your brothers,
Is my friend, and
Son! "
Four gods
A reborn smile.
It's the bright moon after the robbery.
I put the smiling moon,
Send it to that era
A man with an immortal conscience.
Tribes that refuse this name.
Send to the tomb-leaving genus.
Those who own horses,
People who are afraid of fish and bugs.
Those who love wine bottles.
Those who dance around the bonfire,
Their eggs gave birth to grasslands and made them pastoral.
Conqueror of the beast,
Bird donors,
An expert at cooking smoke,
Free people favored by nature,
Is my idol.
-Gods! The gods
The gods should be you!
Gods' pet
This smile
This is my misty Hada.
The angle between heaven and earth.
Proud life master.
Nanny for the soul.
Send it to you-
Little mother on the grassland.
at present
Xingguang entertainment
From all over the world
Inspire me
Frankincense like children's skin;
Twigs of dawn
For me, being open and happy,
Decoding the top secret sign language of soil.
You, standing barefoot.
Is drying milk residue on the high platform.
Close to your shoulder,
The baby's underwear is in front of the door.
The excitement of carrying the national flag
Explain the proverbs of past dynasties.
A wall full of cow dung cakes
This is your hand-made hieroglyph.
Gently take off this charming rhetoric,
You turn around and give it to your returning husband,
Send him to the furnace pit for storage.
I see your flashing eyelashes.
Like millet and wheat, awn needles smile;
I remember your once condensed silence.
This is an arc caused by an electrode. )
That night, it was him.
I rushed at you.
Go to your chaste youth,
Go to the cradle of your dreams,
To the bitter fruit of your willingness. ...
With constant longing or mourning,
He is more fearless than death—
He walked to the other side,
Walking towards you
Pets of the gods!
6 encounters
He sat alone on the bare plain.
At the foot, the fragments of the meteor still have the kiss of skyfire.
Behind it is a fictional natural river bed-
The spirit of shells and seaweed
Stand out from the Devonian,
Chasing the water of sunshine.
No grave,
Eagle sky
The light interwoven with diamonds,
He just saw you coming from Xianshan.
The galloping hooves suddenly stopped at the roadside.
Flowers sway for you.
The bell rang in May.
Unhappy. The king of the wilderness?
..... But is there a village ahead?
He doesn't have to hide those dark stories,
Those gilded scams, those ... fairy tales,
He'll tell you that there was a crazy moment-
There was a severe winter that spring:
Cold paper hat,
Drunk stick,
Bloodthirsty cats and dogs
……
It's very cold, bird.
I can't wake a door in the dark.
Portal sinus as a shelter.
He will tell you:
For Kochi, whose light reappears,
The inevitable demon wind will eventually wrap him with western sheep. ...
He will tell you about the old cave.
Originally the altar of the mountain god,
In the autumn air, you can occasionally hear the cries of swans.
Stay in the snow occasionally.
White-lipped deer invited,
It used to be a good place.
……
…………
…………
Dusk is coming,
Quiet and soft.
Tubert's daughter's black grapes are thinking under the starlight.
As if to say to him:
-I understand.
I'll give it.
I'm good at ...
So, two Wang Qingbo stared at him from above.
No more hesitant wings.
7 cihang
The flower magpie in the garden
Peacock outside the garden
-Local love songs
So she smiled shyly,
Recall the domestic dogs patrolling the flower path,
Pull the red silk over your shoulder,
Tips for uninvited guests:
-So,
Give you my weight?
OK or not?
Give you my pony?
OK or not?
Give you my tent?
OK or not?
Give you my vanilla?
OK or not?
Beautiful,-
Silver earrings that sparkle at dusk,
The oldest trophy of human conscience!
Yes, in the struggle between good and evil.
The reproduction and cultivation of love
Older than the remains of death,
Brave!
8 Clean soil
snow line ...
The last silver peak is unusual,
Become an island with a crystal blue sky,
Belongs to the lonely snow leopard.
But at the foot of the mountain, it is a green basin.
Insects are flapping their wings there.
Weave colorful winds.
The shepherd left and tore down the tent.
Leave the stove to the tired pasture.
The smoke of dung fire still seems to call the fermenter.
Think about the heat of the limbs under the animal skin plate.
In a valley unknown to outsiders,
The shepherd's summer palace has been built,
Baby Tubot with curly hair is like a kangaroo.
Stick your head out of your mother's robe,
Surprised at the newly assembled village.
..... a deer rushed to the cliff,
Twist it into half a gentle gold ring,
Instantly dissipated with the sunset.
People shouted from a distance:
The rhyme from the abdomen lingers for a long time.
With the hoofbeat of disease in the mountains.
These happy people live in mountains and valleys.
Protect tourists from other countries,
With their natural broad mind.
Never give in to those imposed worries.
And suffocating honor and disgrace.
This is the pure land of conscience.
9 Pure Land (Part II)
..... after this day.
It's a brilliant star.
Raised a dream-urging song for adults.
Bones and muscles do their daily work,
There is no longer a sacred drunken dance at this moment.
A mixing bucket of pestle and cream.
Finally, it also posed colorful ivory.
Along the river.
Silent fence—
Ninety-nine yaks are equidistantly distributed.
Walking slowly through the soft hills,
Like a wandering column
Fortress.
The stove is still awake.
A body teased by fire
You don't have to shut your shell in your dreams.
These highly perfect works of art
As naked as their unrestrained souls.
Endure the comfort of the night.
The nostalgia for life will last forever. ...
But in dark green Lin Mang,
The root of Phytolacca acinosa stops on the cliff,
I can't hold back my unbearable loneliness any longer.
Fly over the thorn vine.
Parasitic group fly
Sparks crackled from the tiger's back.
Hurry again-
Chasing their hosts ...
10 Muli
He is the bride to be married!
On this beautiful night
For the old man's dying entrustment,
For the last love,
He leaned against the red carpet.
A shepherd woman holds a censer.
Squatting at his feet,
Blow holiness gently to him
Bai Yan.
Everything is ruthless.
Everything is affectionate.
A mind that perceives the past and the future
Examine the situation calmly.
His subtle heart.
My heart is shaking.
In the crack of the window, slowly floating.
The New Year's Eve dinner is discounted by more than 30 yuan. ……
Candlesticks are far away.
On the road—
He saw the Himalayan jungle.
Light a bright waterfall rain.
Sneak in this virtual photo.
Thousands of ropes pull the warp wheel. ...
He replied:
-"I understand.
I would rather. "
Marriage emissary
He is burdened with red taxes,
All the way through Bingban Mountain, and
Rapids canyon.
Fire in Qing Ji
It was lit for him before sunrise.
In this stone gate building, he turned over and got off the horse.
Steady over there.
The sheepskin was thrown to him on purpose.
From this series of solid ships,
Dislike all prejudices
And vows of beauty and goodness,
He resolutely jumped over the flame of the patron saint in front of the door.
..... and then
It's a golden glass of wine.
It is boiling water.
It's the butter lamp of Huatang.
1 1 Love History Book
……
……
In the immortal wasteland.
On the eve of dawn in the wilderness,
There is a cow in dystocia.
Lying alone in the frozen soil.
The cold wind is rustling,
Only a tramp passed by here.
See the eyes asking for help
Filled with two tears of pain.
Only he understands the concrete symbol of this tear.
-It's time:
What is born must be born!
If you rot fast, you will rot fast!
He read the date on the end.
There, there are a pair of arms with jade bracelets.
Fingers dig into the thick wall of night simulation,
Twisted braid
Rub out the accumulated electric fire.
In the wilderness without blue light,
A baby landed.
Laughing tramp
Reading this day, secretly in immortality
Wasteland.
-You, lying in the desert, smiled.
Tramp, since you are a derivative of various elements.
Since you are a collection of elementary particles,
Facing the infinite maze of material changes,
It seems that you shouldn't worry,
There's no need to cheer.
you can
Used to belong to a man
Insects that lie prone on prehistoric ovulation;
You may belong to a drop.
Melt into the ancient tripod and enjoy the immortal.
Fat floats.
Imagine your oxidized past life.
Woven into ribbons and tied on big dresses;
I hope your bones are rotten all your life.
It can be cultivated into a whistling willow on a sandbar.
You should be infinitely old and transcend time and space;
You should be infinitely young and have a bright future.
You belong to this macro whole.
The sum of more and not less.
You are the logical choice of wind, rain and lightning.
You should only recreate the intersection of this particular time and space.
But after all, you are a creature endowed with senses by this star.
It is a piano key deliberately conceived by years.
For the undisclosed genetic ugliness,
A record-breaking life endurance competition,
You are both a victim and a beneficiary.
You are both an ascetic and a joyful Buddha.
…………
…………
Yes, in the struggle between good and evil.
The reproduction and regeneration of love
Older than the remnants of death.
Brave!
12 Elysium
Dangchunguang
As the incubator matures,
The grass also pecked through the thin shell in winter.
Is this accurate information a fool's delirium?
Everything contains endless mysteries:
The mantle builds mountains through movement;
The halo of life is comparable to the corona;
The combination of atoms forms its own galaxy at the microscopic level;
The fragrant grass lifts the colors out of the soil layer by layer;
Hedgehog is covered with sharp arrows. ...
When the avenue gave the green light for the wreath parade,
Another team with only one name cheered in the shadows.
It is time.
The resurrected have been resurrected.
What should have been born has already been born.
He-
Take off the crown of thorns
Come out of the wasteland,
Go to every church.
He can't forget snow-capped mountains, incense burners and peacock feathers.
He can't forget the countless eyes on peacock feathers.
He already belongs to that sky.
He already belongs to that hot land.
He already belongs to a courtier without a king.
And I,
Show five fingers like orchids.
Tap the echo in the void again,
Hearing the news that the deviant was defeated,
I can't forget those either.
Yes, forever, forever-
The reproduction and regeneration of love
Older than the remains of death,
Brave!
1980
Quxiuzhu
Huang: I've never liked it so much.
Is that why you think this love makes you live very tired?
That's why you say the lion's love is beautiful.
I am very tired, I feel terrible, and I have no hidden pain.
But if I lose your love, I will return to vulgarity.
My body is full of melancholy eyes,
Soak you a few times. You can't stand the cold.
You soothed my eyebrows with warmth,
Tell me that kissing can beautify your face.
I sat up again, and the earth was brightly lit like a candle.
As if we were the object of sacrifice,
Selfishly speaking, I feel that I have usurped a solemn ceremony.
Yes, maybe I will go quietly into silence,
If I die, choice is my last comfort.
Love is a tacit window at both ends of the alley, as pure as the country.
When one party indicates that it has no intention to explain, it is futile to expect.
I have a lot of anxiety. I'm afraid of the dead city in the desert.
So I untied your hair and hugged you,
Like holding a bird that can fly at any time,
Inject my juicy eyes into your deep eye socket like a lake,
It was not until a long time later that I wanted to overflow the beauty of the sunset.
You, Huang: Knowing how big the future is,
Why are we in such a hurry to get to know each other?
From then on, I was sad and happy, because you became so haggard and I played badly.
Ah, forgive me for wanting to wrap you in love: such a tyrant.
Only such a tyrant.
1992
A hundred bulls
( 1)
The pace of a hundred males.
The rising friction of an era.
Red clouds hang down to the sky, and red curtains are as miserable as blood.
(2)
The horn has been raised,
One hundred males and one hundred ninety-nine horns.
One hundred males breed one hundred and ninety-nine kinds of cruelty.
Build a horn fort flying in the sky,
The trumpeter has a broken horn.
A whoosh ...
It's as tragic as bleeding.
(3)
100 bulls' testicles and scrotum hang low and project to the ground.
A hundred bulls hung their testicles and scrotum in the sky.
At midnight, one hundred kinds of male hormones infiltrated into the soil.
It's as tragic as bleeding.
1986 text
riverbed
River bed-one of the shapes of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Author Chang Yao
I walked down from Bayan Kara, a bald man.
The white-headed snow leopard is lying quietly in the eagle's castle, looking at me, towards the distant.
But I am a proud person.
I heard the sound of Tanggu people's carriages in the distance.
I smiled gently and didn't make any noise.
I let the carriages that started early keep pace with each other along my embankment.
Those wagons scraped wood and climbed onto my chest like trumpets to welcome God.
The wheels beat on the muscles of my tympanum.
Those Tanggut drivers wrapped in winter clothes are also accompanied by their horses.
Take a step carefully, ready to pull the brake rope clenched in their palms.
They say I am a river bed lying like a giant.
They say I am a riverbed standing like a giant.
Yes, I walked down from Bayankala, a bald man. I am a wet river bed,
I am a dry river bed, and I am a mighty river bed.
My orders are well known.
I am solid, generous and magnificent, and I am a well-developed male beauty.
I create, and then last for a while.
Pumping my inexhaustible energy to the East China Sea.
I got a tattoo on my skin, so that people who are carefully displayed can look up but can't get close.
I like to expose my furry body to the frost wind.
I leave the mountains open so that the water of love can be injected into my loving heart.
I am the father.
I love to hear the bald eagle grow. He has a teenager's vocal cords and a girl's eyes.
The dancing of his wings and wheels can make people excited.
I praised the hunter lurking in Shenxuedadan at my mountain pass.
I also appreciate the three-legged female wolf.
Every evening in the long summer, she hobbles from my shadow to the red clouds on the horizon.
I will miss you forever-the lost Yellow River Elephant.
I see you all the time.
I show many faces all the time.
I am a winding mountain peak, a sunken fault, an open isthmus, and a dizzy hurricane.
It is a vertical river bed and a horizontal river bed, and it is also the main melody melody of music.
I am covered in brocade, jewels and gold.
I am as easy as a bow, and I have traveled thousands of miles.
I am time, a monument, a fossil of palatine bone in the universe.
I am the first emperor, I am a sail wall arranged in array, a square, a metropolis and an unfolding landscape.
This is an immeasurable abyss, a structural force, a gallop and an insurmountable goal.
I put the image of the dragon back in the foreground of the world.
Now I still turn to your bald Bayan Kara. ——
Your carriage is full of jade from Kunshan, and you are on your way home.
Your wheat seeds are lit in the farmer's palm on time.
Your moon is rising from my navel.
I promised you that the tide would come soon,
The flood season has arrived. ...