Gong Xuemin, a native of Jiuzhaigou, lives in Chengdu. He has published poetry collections such as "JiuzhaiLan", "Forbidden City", "Paper Sunflower", "Endangered", etc., as well as Li Shangyin's poetry translation "Writing Poetry Like Li Shangyin".
The shotgun shells of my past life were turned into flowers by me
Gong Xuemin
hippopotamus
The taut skin runs toward the crack, the body temperature of the earth when it is pneumonia
Rising day by day
The water of the river birds flew off the branches one by one, the skin
Dry cracked branches
The indigenous dialects of Africa are silently recited by outsiders on one side
One side was washed blacker and darker by the water, like a piece of museum
Charcoal furnishings.
The temperature is higher than the water grass, and the water dies first
The temperature was higher than the branches, and the dialects on the branches died first
The temperature is higher than the river, and the place where the river passes dies first.
The one who makes the earth fire, uses the matches of the well
Eavesdrop on passwords
The more you know, the less water you have
The thinner the branches of the river, the more drawn on the face of the museum
The more it hurts, the more it hurts.
Between the huge mouth and the baked bread of the sunset in the distance
It is a crowd of people standing with clothes.
Cotton grown from the ground
To the underground flowing out of the acrylic slogan, hot slogan
The earth is like a childhood potato.
Hippos are water-soaked medicines
The whole river is the wine that flows to the sea, the medicinal power of the hippopotamus
It gets smaller and smaller until it becomes thrown on the riverbed
Slag.
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Photo by Lei Li
Leopard
In the early 1970s, a piece of leopard skin for money purchased from farmers hung on the wall of the county supply and marketing cooperative's buying station.
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Come on
The shotgun shells of my past life were turned into flowers by me.
Iron galloped in the wind, the smell of decay in the village
Diffused with the speed of iron.
Sew the dawn together with the dusk,
Humanity becomes a gap, a verb in my legacy.
I planted iron on the ground, sprouted, grew,
The village was pale in the shade and was forgiven by me.
I ran with iron in my fur fist,
The distance of running determines the length of iron,
The faster I go, the slower the iron,
The longer the village is left to decay itself.
I fished with a line made of iron running speed,
The dining table of the forest is surrounded by a white cloth of the sky,
Hungry birdsong,
Become the bait for the village to fly,
The flowers of the shotgun have swung me into a swagger
The last flag, one nailed to the wall
verb.
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Xishuangbanna did not encounter wild elephants
The world-weary stream cuts the bamboo forest from the map with a sickle,
Women began to think of white as beauty,
The human heart is becoming more and more wild, and the wild elephant is like a long-lost verse.
Tropical still alive,
The rainforest is like being called an old name by the weather forecast,
With clouds
Loss of breast shape. Cluttered memories
Creeping in a comic strip depicted in white, time
The old became a thin stroke.
Houses that grow out of the mountains, with steel teeth,
Bite the mountain to death.
The dead bodies that keep being copied,
is synonymous with the road, playing the role of a guide,
Pull idealistic rain, mourn the peaks
And their coats from the last century.
I don't deserve to go out,
In Yunnan Yue, the world is peaceful, not hot and cold,
The ivory has been blackened by me, and no amount of water can be thrown in vain.
The ivory lamp has no way out,
I read under a virtual light,
Writing letters in the ancient herds of elephants,
As if, riveted fireflies in the night sky.
But the night sky is also empty,
I touched the elephant's hand, and I couldn't touch it.
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mahjong
Become the flower when the pesticide freezes.
The winter for blind people is thick, like brown
Has been wide fields,
People make branches on the earth and lift their feet
You will encounter the timidity of the sparrow hatching.
The skin that can fly, disappears piece by piece,
The fields where the crops have been harvested are cold in the heart.
Already timid enough to tie the claws and heart in it
Shiver together.
The prophecies of this earth have been filled with coughs,
Like spitting out thick phlegm,
Jumping from one patch of snow to another,
Finally, fall into the dust.
The excitement in my arms, hit by a shotgun,
Like the earth,
The nouns still exist, and the crops are too old to be true
Become your own seed.
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Knifefish
A silver knife put the skin of the smog, from the river,
Cut open and let the wind take away.
Knife to the whole river, deboning.
Time is at ease, Su Shi and Lu You in the Song Dynasty...
It is the freshest few drops of water in a river.
The water is getting heavier and heavier, condensing into a sheath,
The fish began to rust,
It's like forgetting to unplug a boat during the no-fishing period, in its sheath.
The craft of raising fresh food comes from the Classic of Mountains and Seas,
And with the old mountains and seas.
The clouds sucked in the sea died prematurely
The factories and construction sites through which the mountains graze their cattle.
Qingming paper money to buy the wind bone old,
Steamed porcelain along with it, as well
Resin of green onions, ginger shreds, reconcile some song words,
Until a big river is cooked.
I am in the dictionary of the division between the Yangtze River and the Yangtze River,
Mouth and tail.
Water without a home,
It's no longer water.
When I ate fish in Jingjiang, the river was already red,
Yue Fei's gun is still stuck in my throat.
musk deer
The earth is silent, only the wind is spying on the secrets of the sky,
Musk is a whistle,
Rebel against a group of winds, and their leaders,
The crippled river was thrown to death by the banks of the spring
On the threshold.
Musk in the domestication of the wind, the trademark is pasted on the hearts of the people
left. The domesticated enclosure is getting narrower and narrower,
The walls of the human heart are getting thicker and thicker.
Wind with bones,
Beat the drums of the sky until that touch of incense reincarnates
It became one of the first rivers to wake up in spring.
Musk ran into a gun, incense red wisps,
Let yourself stand out with the earth,
Together fatal.
The air is as thin as the incense that leads the earth to fly,
Become a bullet,
Chased by the wind.
If it is faster than the wind, the earth will decay.
If it is slower than the wind,
And the earth decayed.
Lead all the rivers running on the earth in the morning,
Musk, carrying thin gold to escape through life.
White-tipped dolphin
And a light kiss of the fragile shell of the sky, the first to become
Fall in time
A grain of ice-round white water.
Either lead the whole great river into ice and turn white
Embedded in the earth that will eventually dry up
Make fossilized thoughts.
Either it is overwhelmed with water and melted back into the water
Just can't be white anymore.
Time breaks
Like the left fin of a fish that stops paddling, witness
The built memorial hall, the right fin carved out of the Chinese characters.
Dried branches hang withered beads of water
The formalism of ice, decaying on the canvas of water.
Stainless steel pin-like finish on the operating table
Driven away by sand digging boats
The Yangtze River is like an old-fashioned twine that has lost its lead
There is no wound in the earth.
Stamps saved the noun, by green pickup trucks
Dragged into the sound of a vague reading of an era
The envelopes of the children's chorus withered away in the clear
Postmarked water, old age
It is washed again and again by young water.
The grain of ice was already waterless and dared to wash it
All the water is witnessing, in the end, becoming a book
Thick evidence.
crow
A hasty period in the sky.
The earth fell to feathers and they could not identify pesticides
Twilight.
Perched on walnut trees used for hanging
Let the rope be tied to the worry of a road
Until the elementary school on the edge of the farmland
Singing-like recitation
The knife of memory
Carve the tree into a crack in the sky.
The crow's black did not dare to make a sound
The field was so dull that only a grain of mute salt remained.
Black crops growing on idle fields in winter
Harvested stubble by the scythe of the pesticide.
The claws of pesticides defeat the soil, defeating the inheritance of the soil generations
and rivers that cannot be lifted up.
The field of view is written smaller and smaller by the myopic sprayer
A crutch with the smell of time medicine
Old flocks of crows, beaten into the sky
canister
Sunlight shines through the crow's hole in the sky
Observe the warmth of premature death, and hang from the walnut tree
autism.
The pills that crawled in the sky were like hanging pots
Waiting for someone to use it to save the world.
snow leopard
Move the knife-like snowflakes towards the heights
Watch the great river go east
Snow leopards leap on the cliffs to mourn their souls.
...... Asthma snow line, breathe once
Snow dies for a day
The snow characters on the snow leopard were blackened by night
A stroke.
Fry the snowflakes into medicine and let the snow thread drink the TCM
Pointing to the sky, he said:
Blue is a pain in the sky
You think blue
You and Blue hurt.
The terminally ill snow could no longer withstand stainless steel
lasso
There are more and more people, and the dictionary is a living animal noun
Less and less.
Greedy things gather down the hill in green trucks
pursue
The only snowflake that weeps with its body temperature
Living snowflakes.
Arrows from all rivers went up and hit
The last snow leopard
Made into specimens that were as silent as their corpses.
People walk out of the land behind the snow
Some dirty imprints, used to denigrate
Snow leopard skin.
Rock sheep
The banner of vegetarianism, walking in time is getting finer and finer
On the tightrope, surrender to the once vegetarian crowd.
The wind carried a bucket of salt, drank water on the rock, and painted
Escape foot-and-mouth disease
And be able to put the wind
Shot down bullets.
The bullet holes in the rock are becoming more and more eye-catching
It's like a sick sentence paralyzed in a book
Birds fly once
The sky was torn apart by the sound of gunfire once, killed once.
The onlookers were water, and the sadness was moved to grass
Book. Paper-like smooth rocks, deadly in full view
Like the dawn of hunger in the grass, naked to the people.
(The pistols on the other side are like shadow puppets killing behind the scenes.)
The script. ）
The solar terms that grow on the rocks, travel until the frost falls
Turn yourself thirsty into a fog
As soon as the hunter coughed, he melted.
The most secure rock is like a picture book made of snow
It is used by people to distinguish dissidents in the snow, and
You can mutiny at any time.
Excerpted from "On the Verge", written by Gong Xuemin, published by Hundred Flowers Literary and Art Publishing House in March 2021. Price: 50.00 RMB