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Haizi

Facing the sea, spring blossoms

■ □ misses the previous life

Zhuangzi washed his hands in the water

There was silence on the palm of the hand after washing

Zhuangzi washed himself in water

The body is a piece of cloth

The cloth was sticky

The sound of drifting on the surface of the water

Zhuangzi wanted to blend in

A beast gazing at the moon

Bones inch by inch

Up and down the navel

Grows like a branch

Maybe Zhuangzi is me

Touch the bark

Start on your own body

cordial

Kind and distressed

The moon touched me

It was as if I were naked

Access

My mother opened the door to me softly

■□ happy day to autumn catalpa tree

I love the new day infinitely

Today's Sun Today's Horse Today's Catalpa Tree

Make me healthy and rich for a lifetime

From dawn to dusk

Plenty of sunshine

Better than all the poetry of the past

Happiness found me

Happiness said, "Look at this poet

He was happier than I was."

In splitting my autumn

In the autumn that split my bones

I love you, Catalpa Tree

■ □ inquiries

Running on the green wheat field

Snow and the rays of the sun

Poet, you are powerless to repay

The love of wheat fields and light

A wish

A kind of kindness

You can't afford to pay back

A shining star

Loneliness burns above your head

■ □ The Cup of August

Passing in August The mountains are clear

The river rises smoothly

Only now do you see the sky

The sky is high past the day

Sometimes I think about it

The cup of August seats the true poet

Look up at the clouds that come and go

Maybe I won't see you clearly for the rest of my life

An empty cup filled my fragmented lines of poetry

An empty cup – have you ever heard me shouting!

O father in an empty cup

The inner whip tied us together and whipped us together

■ □ September

The steppe where the gods died was a field of wildflowers

The wind is farther away than the far side

My piano whimpered and there were no tears

I return this far away to the steppe

One is called Wood and the other is called Horsetail

My piano sobbed and there were no tears

In the distance, only in death there is a condensation of wildflowers

The bright moon is like a mirror hanging high on the grassland to reflect the millennium years

Riding a horse alone across the prairie

■ □ Spring, Ten Haizi

In the spring, all ten sea sons were resurrected

In the light of the view

Laugh at this barbaric and sad Haizi

What is the purpose of your long sleep?

In the spring, ten haizi roared lowly

Dancing and singing around you and me

Rip your black hair, ride you and gallop away,

Dusty as you are split apart the pain of the earth fills the spring,

The savage and vengeful Haizi

That's the last one

This is the son of the night, immersed in winter, obsessed with death

Unable to extricate himself, he loves the empty and cold countryside

There grain was piled high and covered the windows

They are half and half in the mouth, eating and stomach of a family of six

Half of them are used for agriculture, and they reproduce on their own

The wind blows from east to west, from north to south,

Ignore the night and dawn what exactly do you mean by dawn

■ □ the poem of the night dedicated to the daughter of the night

Night rises from the earth

Obscuring the bright sky

Desolate land after the harvest

Night rises from within you

You come from afar, I go far away

The long way passes through here

The sky is nothing

Why comfort me

Desolate land after the harvest

People took away a year's harvest

Took the grain and rode away the horse

Those who remain in the ground are buried deeply

The pitchfork shone brightly, and the straw was piled on the fire

Rice is piled up in a dark barn

The barn was too dark, too silent, too fruitful

It was also too desolate, and I saw the eyes of Yama in the harvest

Flocks of black raindrop-like birds

Fly from dusk into night

The night is nothing

Walking on the road

Sing loudly

Strong winds blow over the hills

Above is the boundless sky

■ □ why you don't live in the desert

Why don't you live in the desert

The poor and lovely companion of the hero

Where is my only person?

How many poems are written about the ash left behind by a fire with wine?

My image began to rise

Dominate your mind!

Alone and waiting

A healthy voice!

God of Despair Where are you?

Who am I holding the stone of the sharpened knife?

Why should I bring the naked child into the ocean

Haizi lay on the ground

In the sky

My two clouds

say:

You have to leave your career to your brothers and comrades-in-arms

You have to leave love to your sisters to your lovers

You have to leave the loneliness to Haizi to yourself

■ □ faces the sea and blossoms in spring

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care for grain and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring blossoms

From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every loved one

Tell them about my happiness

That lightning of happiness told me

I will tell everyone

Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Stranger, I bless you too

May you have a bright future

May you have a lover who will eventually become a dependent

May you be happy on earth

I just want to face the sea and blossom in spring

■□ Asian copper

Asian Copper Asian Copper

Grandfather died here Father died here, and I will die here too

You are the only place where people are buried

What loves to doubt and fly is the bird that drowns everything in the sea

Your master is the grass that lives on his own tiny waist

Guard the palms and secrets of wildflowers

See? Those two white pigeons are the white that Qu Yuan left on the beach

shoe

Let's ———— let's put it on with the river

After drumming, we call the heart that dances in the dark the moon

This moon is mainly made up of you

About the Author

Haizi, formerly known as Cha Haisheng, is a contemporary poet, born on March 24, 1964, a native of Chawan, Gaohe Town, Huaining County, Anhui Province, who grew up in the countryside, was admitted to the Law Department of Peking University in 1979 at the age of 15, began poetry writing in 1982, and was later known as one of the "Three Poets of Peking University". On March 26, 1989, he committed suicide on the tracks of Shanhaiguan at the age of 25. In his short life as a poet, Haizi maintained a holy heart. He was not understood by the world for a long time, but he was a poet in the new literary history of China in the 1980s who went all out to push the limits of literature and life.