Reading Chinese poems to appreciate | "Standing under the oak tree in winter, I stopped singing" - Ouyang River

"Standing under the oak tree in winter, I stopped singing" - Ouyang River

Ouyang Jianghe, male, Han ethnicity, born in 1956 in Luzhou City, Sichuan Province, formerly known as Jianghe.

He began publishing poetry in 1979, and between 1983 and 1984 he composed the long poem "Hanging Coffin". His representative works include "Glass Factory", "Love in the Era of Planned Economy", "Evening Through the Square", "The Last Illusion", "Listening and Talking of People in Chairs", "Cafe", "Snow" and so on.

He is the author of the poetry collection "Through the Glass of Words", "Who Goes and Who Stays", and the commentary collection "Standing on the Side of Fiction", whose writing philosophy has had a great influence on the Chinese poetry scene since the 1990s, and now lives in Beijing.

Poet of the Year at the Chinese Literature and Media Awards 2010 and a member of the Chinese Writers Association.

quiet

quiet

Stand under the oak trees of winter

I stopped singing

Oak trees shade the sky

It was like a night of heavy snow falling suddenly

It snowed overnight

Stop in the morning

The dark horse that once sang

There was no return

The eyes of the dark horse

It was pitch black

The empty prairie in the eyes of the black horse

Filled with tears

The years are among them

The darkness came to an end

The fierce wind blew the dark horse into the sky

The fierce wind blew the white bones into the fruit

Oak trees in a fierce wind

It's going to be uprooted

One

night

resemble

nation

Just listen to a tune

Keep your ears only for this piece

A Chopin to the world

Enough is enough

Who in such piano nights

wander

You can put a tune that has already been played

Replay it

It was as if it had never been played

It can be done over and over again

Bounce it up overnight

Then never play again for the rest of your life

Could have died one night chopin

And then slowly

Take a whole lifetime

Come alive

Chopin can be played

It was as if it had been played wrong

Can only play melodies

Hollow chords

Only play the passage sentence

Like a long trip

Through the moon

Play only weak tones

The sunshine that is forgotten in summer

Or something that was accidentally remembered in the sun

A small patch of darkness

You can play the flex board well

Like an open field

It was like a heavy snow

Do not dare to fall

Can die for years

But it seems like I've just walked away

OK

Play Chopin well

There seems to be no Chopin

Can make a night Chopin

Melt in Satan's sun

The piano sounded like a complaint

There was no one in the ear

Don't listen at all

Chopin could not hear

If anyone listened he turned and left

This is no longer Chopin's day

That homesick, nostalgic,

The age of the Hero Castle

Chopin can be played

It didn't seem to be playing

Tap, tap again

Do not let fingers touch

Air and tears

What truly shocks our souls

violent storm

Yes, it can

Weakest

The most gentle

hand

gun

Pistols can be disassembled

Disassembled into two unrelated things

One piece is the hand

One piece is a gun

Gun lengthening can become

A party

Hand blackface can become

Another party

And the thing itself can be dismantled

Until it becomes the opposite dimension

The world is in an infinite number of word breaks

separate

Man looks for love with one eye

The other eye pressed into the chamber of the gun

Bullets come and go

Nose to enemy living room

Politics tilts to the left

A man shot east

The other fell in the West

The mafia put on white gloves

The Lancers switched to short guns

Venus of Eternity stands in stone

Her hand rejected the human

From her chest

Pull out two drawers

There were two bullets inside

A gun

Become a toy when it snaps

murder

A dud

Chinese

hero

it

space

I live in a block of Chinese characters

In these and those

Between the images of the gu pan

They run through them in isolation

Limbs are shaking

The rhythm is single like a continuous gun

After a loud bang

Kanji made simple

Dropped some arms, legs, eyes

But language is still walking

protrude

As well as seeing.

That's a mystery

Raised hunger

moreover

Save a lot of good days

Let me be with people of the same race

Divide and be picky

In a local accent

In a dialect that unites like a crystal

In ancient and modern Chinese

Mixed up

My lips looked like round ruins

The teeth are hollow

Didn't touch a bone

Such a view

Chinese feasts on the world

I finished my share of the day

And eat the ancients

until

One evening

I went for a walk in the English Corner

see

A group of Chinese surrounded

A Yankee

I guess they

Wanted to move into English

But English has no territory in China

It's just a course

A way to talk

television program

A department of the University

Exams and paper

I feel Chinese on paper

Similar to a pencil

Slur over

Wear the eraser for a lifetime

Experienced too much ink

Glasses, typewriters

As well as after the heaviness of the lead

English has been relaxed

Roll up a corner of China

It got us used to it

Abbreviations and diplomatic rhetoric

There is also Western food

Knife and fork, aspirin

Such a change does not involve the nose

and skin

Like a toothbrush every morning

English walked on the teeth

Make Chinese white

Once upon a time, books were eaten by the dead

therefore

I brush my teeth every day

It's about water, sanitation and comparison

This results in a taste

taste

And the differences in everyday language

It's also about a hand: it reaches into English

The middle and index fingers are separated

mock

One letter

A victory

A

A Nazi-esque experience of the self

A cigarette lands on the ground

It only burned halfway and then went out

Like a piece of history

History is a war of stuttering

Further on is the Third Reich

It was Hitler

I don't know if this madman ever shot English

Shot shakespeare and Keats

But I know

There are Oxford dictionaries

Aristocratic English

There are also those armed to the teeth

Churchill or Roosevelt's English

It's a metaphor

Its substance

Its destructive aesthetics

Explosions in Hiroshima and Nagasaki

I saw piles of Chinese characters

In Japanese, it becomes a corpse

But outside the language

China and the United Kingdom and the United States allied.

I've read this history

It felt extremely suspicious.

I don't know the history and me

Who is more ridiculous

More than a hundred years

Between Chinese and English

What the hell is going on

Why so many Chinese

Moved to English

Strive to be yellow and white

And put the Chinese

Seen as a divorced ex-wife

See it as a home in a broken mirror

result

What happened

I live alone in Chinese

Talk to numerous paper people

Thinking about English

And see more Chinese among them

From a pictographic person

Become a pinyin person

Ha

governess

thunder

special

Stayed in a role for a long time

will appear isolated

But it's just a ghost

Breathing behind the mask

For the applause that came everywhere

He heard too much

Despite the increasingly serene sky

There are no waves

He came to the stage

The lights came on together

The darkness of his heart is against us

Always a mystery

Aging people are not in the mirror

Still aging

And among the elderly is the old

What a beautiful teenager

Beauty forced him to defend his isolation

Especially the beauty that is urged by the organs

Then Beauty was urged

The pace of the usurper

Whether a dead man or not

Trample on Him on us

About death

People can only try

Live like in the morning

If the flowers can try

Open like an avalanche

Huge court band

With layers of rosemary leaves

Tangled together

His voice returned to its former weariness

The storms are like funnels and the vortex is getting smaller and smaller

Its meeting point is exposed

The decaying foundation of an empire

Just like a variant of the Pisces constellation

Ascend to the top of the blade

Never blow under the stage

Those autumn-winded heads

The scenery around the stage is there

Pure physical fiction

Bystanders get it

Anger that can't be unleashed

Be a young man among the dead

Whipped like a whip

As he walked through the bloody scene

Become in tears

And we will also be long-lasting

I couldn't suppress my crying

For us to be suddenly aroused

The power of the dead

How peaceful the meadows beneath the sky

People who walk on the grass

How blissful

How stupid