Reading poetry on starry night
"Yangtze River Water: Yang Jian's Poems 1993-2020"
Yangtze River water
I haven't saved a single Chinese character,
They're empty.
Empty and vast.
The Chinese characters I wrote down are all relics,
Like dry old age spots,
Like a man with a different head.
I am my own relic,
Like a button,
It is a relic of a military coat.
I say goodbye,
With a pair of blind eyes,
Look at the mutilated waters of the Yangtze River.
2005
Recitation: Yang Key
Yang Jian is a famous contemporary poet, but also a poet with a distinct style, representative and recognizable. "Yangtze River Water" is a new collection of poetry works by the poet, spanning the 1990s to the present, and more than 200 poems are divided into ten chapters in chronological order, including two large parts, one is a selection of his poetry works over the years, and the other is his new works in recent years. These works are simple, clean and full of emotion, from which you can read the incomparably vast and endless vitality. Today, I will bring you some of the selected readings of poems, outline the boundless imagination of the whole realm of life with the long river and green mountains, and construct the language of modern Chinese poetry with the heart of a child.
"Yangtze River Water: Yang Jian's Poems 1993-2020"
Yang Jian
Published by Jiangsu Phoenix Literature and Art Publishing House in August 2021
Upstairs night view
There is a long river that once clearly reflected the bright moon,
A man crossed the mountains and mountains and returned to the scriptures and precepts,
Countless wise men of mercy were born here.
Now people don't need it anymore.
How many bows like people,
We drive them out of here with ignorance.
We forget our greatness,
Forgetting the correct thinking of our ancestors,
This gloomy landscape, it is the misery of turning one's back on the heart.
Between heaven and water,
The world is like a few scattered crows,
The waves are no longer able to tell of an inactive people.
Non-stop aging, the Yangtze River is mighty,
So much has to be done,
So little can be done!
At dawn, the dew of my heart spilled all over the place,
My desire to improve with language finally failed,
I left the sound, the water far away the mountains long...
1995
fatherland
The sheep on the dry grass looked silently into the distance,
How beautiful, the beehive in the canola field.
A tearful cow tied to a stone,
Tractors carry straw back and forth.
The bird that can't be named, flying over the blue sky and the canal,
The winter body basking in the spring oozes droplets of happiness.
I don't understand the bitter waters of the shipwrights who transport asbestos tiles,
But the light that falls on the decks and the canals lives on forever! Their dark eye circles, forever!
The withered lotus branches are like the spirit of the ancients,
There's nothing more uncomfortable than seeing an old house that has collapsed.
The spire at the top of the guxi river and the spire of the riverside pier
At the same time, with the brown and yellow of the earth, stab at the blue sky!
In the carriage, people stare at the sunset,
A farmer's blue cloth coat hanging from a peach tree.
1996
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Ancient parting
Everything is coming, everything is leaving,
People have to blush for good deeds,
I stepped on the dust, this old wife
Continued a tower, a healthy throat.
Everything is coming, everything is leaving,
Our eyes are red from the search,
You must fall in love with the demise and learn to shine the moon
The breeze of the mind changes the breath of the mountains and rivers.
Everything is coming, everything is leaving,
When a person's lust is gone
What a blue sky!
Undulating in transparency, understanding power in contemplation.
Everything is coming, everything is leaving,
From the breeze, I watch you,
I'm tired, and the mountains can't move me.
And the person who reads the sunset, is he the sunset!?
1995
Go on
The stumps on the lotus pond have retained our faithfulness,
A leaf, full of nostalgia, drifts to the earth.
The earth, turned into the miserable footsteps of a man...
Dreams under oppression are preserved for us.
The white cold tightened his eyes,
Reserved bravery for us!
Gray chain bridge,
With the birds above it keep love for us!
A ray of light cast on the canal
Reserved for us to continue!
1995
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