Liangzhu? 5,000 Years of Poetry with You | Wang Zhenghua: Reverie on the Liangzhu Ruins (Excerpt)

Reverie on the Liangzhu Ruins (Excerpt)

Text/Wang Zhenghua

1

This is where the light is most intense, the king on the high platform

In the swamp, uncover the water mist and overgrown weeds

On the surface of the water, religion, ethics and power are painted

Thus, a warm home appeared.

Big MoJiao Mountain, which is located right in the middle of the homestead,

Witness the beauty of Hagoromo.

Under the clouds of fire, the original city-state

Maybe a handful of rice ears, or a fish

Follow the wings of the jade light and dedicate yourself to the sky.

It was an order, in the age of barbarism

It seems that everything is already related to the rules.

The shadow of the palace measures the height of thought

The smoke rising from the altar supported the spiritual pillar

And the mountains that surround them in the distance undulate

That's the scale that the gods laid down for the sun clock

It provides an eternal reference for the rise and fall of this city

Dances were also arranged one after another

A bonfire burns with love at the foot of the majestic Great Mojiao Mountain

Happiness is not the same as material things and power

Sometimes, a dance is a paradise

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Many years ago, it was said that there was an unspeakable star

Thousands of miles to Liangzhu, unfortunately

There was a flood at that time,

The muddy waters brought it back into the sky, leaving a place of light.

So there was Yu Qi, Yu Bi, Yu Huang and Yu Qi

There are animal face patterns, dragon patterns, bird patterns and god-man animal face patterns

There are tridents, tapers, crowns and semicircular crowns

There are jade birds to peck away the chaotic time

With the condensation of aesthetics in form and technique

When the king's body was buried in the dirt of the anti-mountain

He took away a few pieces of that light—

Hierarchy, theocracy and worldly emotions

These will cut through the great darkness of his walking in the netherworld.

The dead king, with his cheekbones towering and a peaceful demeanor

In a pit with Arabic numerals

The king and the nobles show the world the secret of keeping with a piece of jade

They were asleep

They jerked away in an eternal slumber

Suspended dirt, light appeared to collide

His eyes were all pierced, and he said that he would see the light of day again?

3

Wetlands hug Watergate. In the evening, eight watergates joined

Jump into the canoe and receive the dusk in the foliage.

Late returnees step on the footprints of egrets

Parting the reeds, the birds flew back to the royal city like a forest.

The water is the most spacious road for people who go out from the water

Destined to return from the water.

On the East River, the moon floats with distant thoughts

There is always a sound of waiting on the surface of the water

Yes, on the water, there are flying wings, endless imagery

There are also ancient shipwrecks and deep silences

At that time, there was poetry everywhere

A single reed can write white dew and vernal equinox on the surface of the water

But it is impossible to let a poem contain nostalgia on the water

Shui is the birthplace of the Liangzhu people, and it is also their birthmark

It is their zodiac sign and the god who protects them

Wells, dams, rice paddies, water ring hills

Breed poverty into wealth, and misery into laughter

Edit the shadow of a person into a book.

The water and grass are lush, and they face the vast time,

Once again, he clenched the wooden oar in his hand, which he intended to go away.

Editor: Shen Zhushi

Editor-in-charge: Zhao Zhengnan

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