Five brass buckles
Pack up old things and find an envelope
Five golden brass buckles
Oh my God, they're still there
The past of his youth shines brightly
It was the first time in my life
Accept gifts from the opposite sex
That boy, must have been painstaking
Find out this gift
He was eleven, I was ten
He knew I liked it then
Shiny stuff
It's exactly the same as it was then
They have never been used
In the corner of the box, silent memories
And the two children of the year
Circulating in time and dust, gathering and dispersing in the world
Each experienced grinding and abrasions
It's all a thing of the past
I, in particular, have long since stopped liking it
Those shiny things. Time has changed
One of the signs of growing up is in me
It's about the things that are dazzling and dazzling
Choose to be distant and be wary
Play checkers with your mother
Both sides sit upright and the chess game begins
It's like a skit
Mother plays the strategist general
I, on the other hand, have to show anxiety and hard thinking
The song is pleasant, but also silent
She did whatever she wanted, and she wanted to go wherever she wanted
However, they were not in a hurry to penetrate directly into the enemy camp
Seems to be very good at chasing and blocking
As if the victory was real, it was not easy to come by
The ending, of course, was that I was defeated again and again
As a winner, she also generously said two words of relief
Victory or defeat is a common affair
The pride on his face could not be concealed
As the sun sets, mother and daughter play against each other
How long will this scenario be
I can't help but feel sad —
Mom, she looks excited
Cognitive impairment is getting worse
She didn't know yet, the big picture was set
On the chessboard, she took one step, one step less
Life is fading away
Farewell to Huangshan
Minus 25 degrees, yellow chrysanthemum in hand
It freezes in a matter of seconds and is instantly fixed
Revealing the awe-inspiring semantics of the word cold
Huangshan Cemetery, Yinfang District
My friend's last place to live
I have been going to China for many years and have experienced ups and downs
Like a suspenseful movie
This time, the protagonist becomes ashes
Brought back by his son
My son is really like you, tall and burly
The contours of the face, showing genes
He held his father's ashes and reminded me
When he was a kid, you held him the way he looked
The children hugged us one by one
He suddenly choked: I know
Why did Dad come back
Broken marriage, a foreign country
All kinds of sudden blows, experienced ups and downs
A man who is driven by fate and keeps moving
Every address hides scars
This time, your address doesn't change anymore
Love and hate are all gone
You said that except for life and death, it is all small things
Now, you've accomplished both of the big things
I remembered thirty years ago, and it was also winter
In the snow of Harbin, you open your arms
Great show off on the bike
Full of frost flowers, that radiant look
At this point, everything will be transformed into stillness
Those bitterness, those days of biting
All turned into snowflakes, gracefully and soothingly
Winter that falls in the hometown
You look at us on the statue, Pengren
In this group, only you are smiling
Lost earrings
A female writer, cute and careless
This time, she took another emerald earring
Lost in Henan. hotel? on the road?
I can't remember exactly, and I can't tell
Everyone was concerned, but she downplayed it
And what can be retained forever?
She had lost more expensive jewelry
The free mother said that if you lose it, you will lose it
Nothing will always belong to you
I'm used to cranky, I thought
That earring, will it
Something touched its memory
Some kind of summoning, causing it to mysteriously disappear
Perennial on the sideburns of female writers
It has a tacit understanding with the idyllic owner
This time, he flew from Suzhou to Luoyang
Above the style of Gangnam, new light and pulp
Will be slowly, in ancient Henan infiltration generation
The taste of perfume
Mother is old
It is no longer taboo to talk about death
She was getting more and more confused
But there are often strange thoughts
For example, she knew
If she dies, I will be on Qingming Day
Go to the cemetery to see her
Oops, there will be a lot of people that day
She began to worry: I had a bad look
Will I not recognize you?
I tease her, your nose is good
You can remember the taste of my perfume
She suddenly realized that she was suddenly sure
Then, she would often
Pick up my clothes or scarf
Forcefully, smell for a while
Care
The Yibin earthquake affected Sichuan and Chongqing
Aftershocks are frequent and the level is repeatedly raised
The names of those epicenters, the epicenters
It's frustrating
Where you live with friends, you can't have bad news
Although, there is no thermal connection between the plains
But that's the one who worries you
Almost all of them are poets, grass mustard in the sky
They all look different, but they all have good hearts
For me, these are the ones
The most moving scenic spot in Sichuan-Chongqing
Don't be safe, no one should have an accident
My friend, I wish you all peace of mind
Survival is already hard work
Endure, swallow, endure and wait
Beyond the catastrophe, we have not accepted it in disgrace
The rationing of life is unbearable and mediocre
I was full of sympathy for myself
I was full of sympathy for myself
In this city where I have lived almost all my life
It is difficult to find any traces of the past
Kindergartens, primary schools, secondary schools, universities
Or disappear, or migrate, or look beyond recognition
Together with those moving old buildings, churches, small streets
There are fewer and fewer places that make you look out of your mind
The things that make you angry are endless
The eraser is huge and rude
The old time body is inexhaustible and is being wiped away one by one
The past has no branches to inhabit, in the canyon of memory
But there are still peaks, flowing water, cliffs and caves
Those looming details, those
The voices of yesteryear are ticking
Fall on the stalactites of the mind
I used to stand in front of old sites
Silently chanting some names. Childhood companions
Teacher, classmate, adolescent lover
You, you, and the smells, the smells
They come from classrooms, playgrounds, and cinemas
The girls' dormitory of that year, there is also
The arms of a boy who had made his heart beat faster
Yes, "everything will be a thing of the past"
But this hurtful speed, this kind of impatience
Wrapped in too much roughness, pettiness, cold-bloodedness and contempt
It's as if we don't deserve it anymore
To have the past, you must come from an unknown source
Looking at those passing years, the flowers fall and flow
History and memory, first lose the dome, then lose the four walls
Turned into grass mustard powder, it seems to be worthless at all
Frost flowers
Look out from the window in front of you
There is always a road to be seen
The road is vast and paved with words
The road is cold to the bone and leads straight to Siberia
Frost flowers are so bizarre, some headshots
Both form and spirit, even including certain characteristics
This window is magical
Directly to that bygone era
Suffering, terror, widespread repression
Loyal, persistent, indomitable undead
Some fragments are gradually presented in this frost flower
Those handwritten, Russian-language names
It was once bluntly turned into a number
Along with their voices, their works
Forbidden, cursed, brutally ravaged
Many people, not even the graves, are left
When asked about the whereabouts, the answer was blunt and indifferent: there were no bones left
Many years later, many corners of the world
There are still people who read those words from their native languages
Is it just the magic of writing? This encounter
It is an electric stone fire, it is to look up at the starry sky
It is the eternal appearance, it is the can't help but choke
Suddenly, I believed that there were gods in this world
Today, Itachi, Harbin is minus 33 degrees
The coldest seasons, think of those
People who have lived through the harshest times in the world
They are snowflakes—trampled into the mud, said to be black
It was like it was shattered, like being smashed into hell
But you see, they're back, and they're from heaven
White, graceful, with a gentle trembling
I believe it was fate that led me into the steppe
After pastures, felt houses, Naadam
After hand-grilled meat, spirits, and milk tea
How blue is this day
A flower bowl filled with milk wine
A frost-stained robe
A sound of undulating cattle and sheep
A figure leaning on horseback
Some moving customs
Everything is trivial
This is called the Chenbal Tiger Right Banner
Let the wind blow
Let the sun shine
Try to say to the minimum
Gaze in one direction for a long time
There is unspeakable good
Horses drinking water
Sheep grazing
Everything is so reliable
At this moment, what happens will make people believe
For example, seeing a cow weep because of its sadness
Like the yellow dog lying in front of the felt room
Suddenly call out your name
Vast grasslands
It's like infinity
A dumb-throated shepherd with a sluggish long tone
But it can fill it up
A world that has disappointed me
It's a lot of sky here again
Let me believe
Write down your names
All afternoon. The snow kept falling
It's like a poem entering the narrative part
I use the best words I can write
On the paper, several names are repeated
Over and over again, I wanted to write these names alive
Let them leave the cold tombstones
Even if it's just one afternoon
Even if it's just, this brief moment
I love these names. This love is somber for a long time
Like an incurable disease
When you are there
I don't even think it's a luxury to have you
Everything works fine. Joy and sorrow
I'm used to sharing it with you
I don't know, in fact I already am
People who have rare treasures
Little accident
It will scratch my days in a big way
You have left one after another
It was like deliberately letting me see
The power of defects
Separately faded away in different seasons
I always
When heavy snow is falling
I think of you all
Your voice and smile, your goodness
You're different
Including those, some people simply don't deserve
Cons and glitches
The lost time is like a dream
I watched the dream go away
The undead are slowly returning to visit
As usual, I came to my house to sit firmly
They stood silently, my window ledge
As people say, I am becoming increasingly lonely
Because you have taken away my desire to talk
Those eyes and expressions no longer appeared
I just don't believe it anymore
There are really miracles in the world
Your names
Lying so pretty on white paper
It's like snowflakes fluttering outside the window
The snowflake was small and thin
But I know
They've run out
Maximum strength
White chrysanthemum
In 1996
The years begin with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums
Every day, bathe it with water and eyes
Chaste flowers
Like a reclining bird
It doesn't fly away because it acts as a flower
Can only fly on the branches
I've been worried since the beginning
It opens its own desire so passionately
Simple and welcoming Spotlessly clean
Does it know that sacrifice has already begun
I know that flowers also have bones
It is weak but stubbornly lyrical
Reminiscent of a poet with a simple gaze
opening
This is a wish that no one can stop
From glory to withering
A holy last word for a lifetime
A lifetime of spiritual snowfall
Tonight my white chrysanthemum
Like a sleeping child
Naturally slackens the arms
Outside the window, there was a lot of snow
That's what Bai Ju looks like
In 1996
Pick up a collection of Chang Yao's poems
A meeting
Your book is treated as a gift
Distributed to these people who came to the meeting
(Never before has there been such a grand courtesy.)
If you live
Must have been surprised by this)
The meeting was adjourned, and I saw it in several rooms
Those books are like you were when you were alive
Lonely in the corner
People are too heavy
They always prefer
Those light things
Because of the ugly world style
Everywhere there is a glimpse of light
How light is a poet's name
Light as a butterfly's wings
Light as air on a wing
Chang Yao, a poet of bitter fate
"A tender ash"
You are really like your own verse
Your loneliness your desolation your secluded light
People like you
How can it not become a kind of far away
In fact, long before it became a corpse
That clear figure
A call has been followed
Gradually, it disappeared from the crowd
It's just that this disappearance is quiet and slow
So we didn't notice it
I silently picked up the poet's collection of essays
Thinking of that time, shake his hand
He was shy and quiet
Sheep-like look
Think of this conference, which is called a grand event
Thinking of the statement I just heard at the meeting
Speakers were stunned
Being said
Why we lost
In 2002
When you get older
When you get old, you must get better
Be the best you can be
It's like a melon fruit ripening and fireworks in the air
Soothingly releases the final beauty
The last incense and love
Finally, go the extra mile
When you get old, you need to be calm
It's like a river entering the sea, like an old tree with a strong waist
Looking back, everything is calm
Everything is selected
No more long sighs, hands spread
The left hand is full of experience, and the right hand is full of lessons
When you get old, it's like the end of a famous corner
Humble posture, self-confidence in the heart
The corners of the eyes are furrowed, and the calm after the experience is hidden deeply
The curtain is hanging down, and the sound of silk and bamboo is far away
Everything is already passing through the clouds
Only the light of dignity shines in the twilight of the day
When you get older, it is time to get up and return to the children
It may not be a childlike face, but it is closer to frankness and innocence
We are getting older, and the world is still young and beautiful
It all went back and forth, and the baby was crying
And the human world that has brought us smiles and tears
Another round of reincarnation is taking place in the sound
In 2008
That's the time
I seem to have done only three things
Finish reading, raise your children, and grow yourself old
As a teenager, I fantasized about traveling the world
Today, even the province where I live
I'm not done
The so-called payment is also very simple
Salt in sweat, bitterness in tears
And the flowers in the smile
I spend years with each other
The accounts are basically clear
There are three things
Still not much has changed
Love of poetry, concern for loved ones
Also, mention the word truth
Deep inside, that unbearable excitement
In 2011
Wind at the top of the mountain
No one has seen it, but it is so real
exist. Like a thought
This invisible thing, right now
It is as gentle as a silk handkerchief
But in the end it is the wind, unpredictable
As long as it wants, it will put those
Described as indestructible
Instantly, it becomes precarious
The wind at the top of the mountain, at this time
He was leaning over the smallest flower
I don't know what they communicated
I saw that flower was fascinated
I want to bloom as much as I can
until crushed
In 2013
Alpine land
Alpine land, full of details
The harsh seasons are not monotonous
You can see the naked mysteries between heaven and earth
You can hear, the voice of winter
North Wind is a rock singer with long hair
He is singing indulgently with his band
Shocking, psychedelic, exhausting
The passion that pervades people cannot live in peace
And the dancers of the snowflakes make people soft-hearted
Each of them is as small as the smallest
There are still arms and toes, and the waxing moon dances
The body is light and the dance is soothing
Winters like this, day after day
I don't even believe it anymore sometimes
There are really four seasons - spring light, willows
It has become something of a long time ago
Think of Siberia, the Gulag Archipelago
Listening to the title is more like a place for vacation
Wind and snow, labor, will be free to freeze
The wasteland is covered with the hearts and destinies of many people
It's freezing cold, and everything needs to be careful
Every winter, I know it
Cotton clothes should be thick and boots should be warm
This world, cold is cold
If you sink your mind throughout the winter
Just know, in fact, nothing is so important
Before us, the world was prosperous or desolate
After us, the year came heavy snow and north winds
Look out the window on a snowy night
Watch cars pass by like all kinds of insects
Watch a couple who are not afraid of the cold pass by
They snuggled up, as if they were on the side of each other's heads
Watch a drunk man shake past
Half-hearted, like a Chinese character that is being dismantled
Watch a piece of paper pass by
Watch a broken hat pass by without permission
Watch the north wind pass by
Watch the moonlight pass by
Look at the last days of 2014
And so it went
In a few years, there will also be snow and wind nights
This position where I am standing at this point
Who would be expecting. He or she
Can you think of, once upon a time, an ordinary poet?
The heart is heavy, and it has passed through this world
Thinking of this scene, I raised my hand
It's an early time to say hello to future generations
In 2014
world
Once upon a time, I was young and especially loved to talk about the world
My yearning and curiosity are boundless
The world is big, there are too many places to go
Every time I traveled, I was a little flustered with excitement
Today, my world
Specific and trivial, at your fingertips
It's the food and drink in front of you
Including frequented pharmacies, bookstores, supermarkets
Elderly parents are the whole of Asia
Be content to listen, the mother's preface does not match the afterword
Be cautious and patient, and support your father who can't take care of himself
Got out of bed with difficulty and sat down in his old chair
The time of flowing water, the world of iron
I seem to have followed the rules and felt cold
But still under the eyes of the world, imagining the world
The world, your vast, gorgeous, mysterious
Your beauty is beautiful, your dangers are everywhere
Includes all kinds of regrets generated by you
Still so seductive —
Your gravitational sinking summons
Your unfathomable, your unreachable
August 2017
magpie
Born as a bird, it can fly and it makes a chirping sound
It is considered happy. especially
This group, even must be happy
Because they are called magpies
The magpie did not know his name
They stood wiltingly on the branches, preoccupied
Even if standing very high, now
The smog was so heavy that I couldn't see very far
The wings of the dress, full of dust
Compared to their ancestors, they are indeed too unlucky
No way, we're in trouble
They met us
yak
They appear suddenly
Rise up like the earth
It is like a group of ancient people wearing dark leather coats
Silence passed, passing through the modern era
You can't treat a cat or a dog like you would
Tease it and say something casually intimate
It is a large animal, mighty and awe-inspiring
The plateau of tacit understanding, the vicissitudes of seeing
It is a lesson for the universe and all things
It's awful
Primitive and ancient species, for generations
Content to endure cold, suffering, boundless loneliness
They may never have longed to grow wings,
Because all the time, I have lived in a high place
A group of yaks came, the avenue was like a blue sky, and the sunset was like blood
A herd of yaks drifted away, and the word "vast" itself began to manifest
December 2017