《Zizhi Mountain House Map》
Thinking of the old
But the past is nostalgic for the present
The heart wanders with hesitation - Xiang Xiu
One
Suddenly, it was dark and I had crossed the Yellow River
The west wind was ordered to follow this terrified footsteps
Frost condenses the flagpole, the chill of the city walls
Juqiang Qin, the track of wanting to unify memory
The Liang Dong house is still intact, and the swallows are faint
Build a nest on the void and wait for the feast to open again
In the past, Xuanlan flew again, and the wine cup was half-drunk
It seems to be amazed, and the affection rolls over the sea
In the wreckage of the dynasty, Yu Jue roared proudly
Joss is just the right time to speak
Two
The poor alley is deep, and there are clearly yours
Divine consciousness and breath, as well as vastness and sorrow
The new neighbor does not know the old things, and the flute urges the wanderer
Back in my hometown, I cried on behalf of the heavens
At that time, the sun was setting, and he finished playing
The last tone says that Guangling is scattered
At that moment, time burst into tears, and Luoshui flowed backwards
Zhu Xia's mind has obtained the highest scale
Matsushita wind Xiaoxiao, a word burst out
Review of civilization and rhyme with history
Three
Whose dream did I dream, Peach Blossom Gudu
Yin and Zhou people sing Mai Xiu and Huang Li
A century chasing a century, me
Desperate to find all kinds of annotations for the empire
These wild grass flowing water, terrifying birds
Day and night in Nakashu, snow-white fireflies
Urging the bamboo forest narrative, butterflies come to life
Alas, the old world always touches, us
It takes each other to face the obscurity
Reality, and describe the useless work of big hearts
Four
Spring sorrow jumps out of the paper, you use the pen as a horse
Plunged into the emperor's back garden, there
Peony dripping blood, deeply buried bamboo stubborn
A big idea, a new outfit
Yanshan snowflakes are like a seat, you use your life as firewood
It lit the dusty beacon on the Xuanyuan platform
Qingshi wants to summon spirits, and the gentleman wants to establish Sven
God knows which is cold between Yishui and Kunming Lake
Having said that, rise and fall have their own certainty
You bow your head and let the knife and axe make huge waves
Five
The clouds speak without doing, in the mountains of dusk
I saw the agitation of another space-time
Sunset has all past, the word south
Endowed with the moment and eternity of Mr. Adult
Thousands of flowers fall into the deep stream, not everyone deserves to listen
Guangling San, real names all died in plural
The voice and smile will be the same, and the bell will ring
The crane flew up and said goodnight to the affectionate
And the years will continue, metaphors pounce
I wrote nostalgic poems and made a getaway
2020
Sense of time
Soothe the wound and snort
Looking forward to the road and the land plane
One
The five elements are disordered, and the leaves of the mountains are sweeping the wind
I know what's going on in this land
All trigrams prove that it is a catastrophe
On the way, who will be the one who survived
Six terrifying, the barbarians crossed the Yellow River
Yellow finches are all over the wheat fields, waiting for the praying mantis to grow
Their system is complete, right
The cruelty of the human world is obviously not well understood
Also dreaming of miracles, thinking that the article will do
Face off against the kings and gain honor for the high deeds
Two
A sharp high pitch urged the ghost to mount his horse
The stars are on top, and I bet on my next stop
The 200,000-strong army fought a decisive battle in Luoyang, in the wind
So much metal, wait for a vision
There is no shortage of ambition here, and flowers bloom every year
Drive like a tank, crushing thousands of mountains and rivers
The kings are hermaphroditic and drive away the world
A prominent chapter in the chronicle
The moon is timid and just wants to buy and sell with a hammer
If the fish appear to be the opposite, let the sea be silent
Three
The radar has no dead ends, intercepting rumors and belly slander
The dynasty is clear and must be absolutely loyal
The inertia of empire makes freedom stop at words
Invent all kinds of new sayings, circulation forms
The lofty vision has no room for any madness
I had to prove myself to be a poet
A small skill is not worth mentioning, it is doomed
Extinct species, where language is needed
The immortals fought and took mortals angry
Luo Guo cut off the flow, and I immediately scanned the code and surrendered
Four
I've been struggling with what happened in this life
Fang deserves poetry and leaves no regrets
Our existence is a wrong
History turns around, all soaked in tears
The game continues, and the wind keeper makes up sentences
There is always a slogan that leads the birds to play with fire
Absurd times, not living correctly
I became a mediocre complicity in obedience
One generation is displaced, another is sacrificed
The eagle is eager to see the king's pose
Five
A summoning order was issued in the fall, and humanity was cleared
All things are reorganized, and I am dead
I'm tired of all ideologies, O king
One by one, why make the sky angry
The cloud sows hatred, and I grieve the divine consciousness or
Fission, three lives and three lives can not escape reincarnation
The wounded arrow is on the string, and I don't know where to go
The pen and ink are dry, and the verses are written into nothingness
In fact, last night the sky had sounded a warning
Return early and listen to the crane chirping every day
Note: "Absurd times, not living right" is said by Adorno.
2020
Idle endowment
Be honest and honest
Fall in love with Baxiao - Tao Qian
One
The mosquito kicked me, and the number of lives changed
Jin Ye Song Ye, the city head changes the banner of the king
Empty names need not be spared, mountains and rivers
Whose seal to hit, a game anyway
Planted on the Yangtze River, it can be harvested in three years
There is no truth about the empire, only legends remain
Civilization is old, the times are sick, poet
High belly slander, today resents yesterday
He lit up his lantern and walked the streets during the day
Where can you find someone who looks like a human
Two
All prosperous times follow the same iron law
Amnesia for evil does not pursue the source of evil
From aesthetics to existence, I lean on objects
Peruse the beauty vanilla that flutters in the wind
She came on the clouds, and the jade pei clanged
A posture slows the sunset
The colorful flower rain plucks the clear strings, saying beauty
It is absolute, life has to force back time
The bird forgot to go home and stopped at the sound of the piano
Autumn shame, let the yellow leaves return to the branches
Three
May it be your sleeve and feel your temperature
Or a ribbon that wraps around your waist
Either be your brunette soul, or
The firefly between your eyebrows will fly as you like
May it be a straw mat on a couch and guard you
Breath and spring and autumn dreams, willing to be your shoes
Either be a shadow of your day, or
Candlelight at night, illuminate your mirror
May I be the plum blossom of your South Mountain, may I be you
The sycamore wood of the harp, resting on your lap
Four
Ten wishes, I was going to reinvent love
Tomorrow is too uncertain, and something is wrong everywhere
Hot metaphors connect deep thoughts
I am myself, although I die nine times without regret
Young swim well in the Six Classics, those in ancient history
Abstract moments, just in peace
Under the twinkling sun of the snowy peaks, it looks like a galloping horse
A row of cranes passed, becoming my teacher
Acacia was let down, and the sages stopped at zero degrees
Peach Blossom broke off the long journey and drowned its homeland
Five
For leisure, the flowing water hangs upside down
Oh, an ideological little sweet potato
In fact, everyone has a body to deal with
How to exile himself and flee to the metaverse
The world is distant, and the grass and trees in the wilderness grow wildly
I can't let go of pride, I can't let go of freedom
Full of literary and martial arts to study the mind reading of swallows
The methodology is used to the extreme, and finally Wukong
Morality and iron riding protect the decency of the dynasty
Life is difficult, and surviving is a big problem
2022
Mountain dwelling fu
Xie Ping was born in Zhiyou
Qi Qing in the mountains and rivers - Xie Lingyun
One
Of course I'm not you guys, and I'm not there
Against you, I just want to find a syntax
I go back in time and bring the past back
Now, time counts for something
I wrapped myself in words, inside
The conscience of history is hot, igniting tears
Freedom to put on iron armor into eternal defendants
I am afraid of heaven and earth, just for a dignity
In the vulgar times, I was just a guest
It's not worth playing affectionate games with you
Two
The river and the small river converge in the south of the mountain, woods
Let the branches make a sound and attract a fresh breeze
In fact, I still have something to say about the world
I also envision a broader form
I explore the color and the void, set aside the existence and the absence
Put your heart down and embroider on the rock
The poet's dream is reproachful, shaft
I am with all things
All data goes to the cloud, look
Ultimately, it is up to me to define tragedy and immortality
Three
There is a god on the mountain, if I can find it
Eternal entrance, a relationship with heaven
Cliff epiphany, perfect Dharma body everywhere
He left in the middle of the night with the mountain and took the Tibetan boat with him
So much killing, lies and depravity
How can it be ignored, it must be explained
I invented the landscape and put myself on my own
It also lives as a landscape, calling fish and waterfalls
Their death will become my death
Oh, the wind is cool elsewhere, and the years are long
Four
Imagine a sight of his apricots and
Oranges, time and space inverted I will swim from it
Steep dialectic, mountains full of vegetation
Swinging, talking about Xuanyan and wind and moon day by day
I am my own alien, alas
The charged teenager walks through the gray-haired clouds and rain
Spiders have webs in their mouths, woe or come out of their feet
The face of the empire cannot be wrapped in the inside after all
I am a Confucian, a Taoist, a bird who bears the bears
Let go of obsession, but burdened by mountains and rivers
Five
Great as a climate, I have seen it all from ancient to modern
Knowing one leaf is knowing ten thousand leaves, and the peaks are the heads
Words assemble, stress breaks through the law
Allow my soul in this world, specializing in the beauty of the mountains
Good poetry is comparable to an oracle, and he is to be amazed
Like a pool of gulls blown by the wind, the truth flows
Today, the undead threw hydrangeas
Oh, the people of Weis, I who are drunk with the east wind
The hills and the destiny are confirming this heart
Live well, because we will die for a long time
Note: The Dead Sea Scrolls have a saying "their death will become his death"; "I am my own person from another life" came out of Ouyang Jianghe; "Live well, for we will die for a long time" came out of Diogenes.
2022
Small garden fu
Grass has no worries
Flowers have no heart of longevity - Yu Xin
One
The trail was drunk with oxygen, and Dangui covered half the sky
The aroma is like a thing of the past, straight to the heart
Yarrow grows like a king's ambition
The garden door is closed for a long time, and the years are naturally quiet
Purple bamboo three or two rods, majestic thinking
Butterflies do not kiss, dream a sweet dream by yourself
The fish stumbled for half a day, listening to me play the flowing water
The bird harbors great nostalgia, so he comes with wine
There are always stars at night for moral questioning
You have read ten thousand books, and you are hurt for Jiangnan
Two
When a hundred-year-old finch enters the sea, it turns into a clam
Only my generation still has the same empathy for thousands of years
The general has been gone for a long time, and the tree is drifting
The small garden is endowed, and the words cut through the night and day
I inhabited the Chinese language, and my life was bleak
You know me, it turns out to be a sad person in the world
The world went to the left, but I fell to the right
Salty organs have bankrupted the methodology
The clouds fall on the pillows, why take it seriously
The leaves flew over, and life passed again
Three
The swallow shivered in the snow and said
This year the cold is more than ever, and the saints are merciless
Zhuxia is again at a serious moment, the south
Once it collapsed, I was asked to witness and record
No matter how torn the reality is, follow it
The law of beauty, our only politics
The stars and the earth have collapsed, and poetry
Worthy of every plant in this garden
Damn empty eyes of the times, me
Anywhere, but not here
Four
Chang'an, I look at you both
Always strange, how to float in the sea
All evil is anonymous, and catastrophe is written
Turning a thousand times, leaving dignity for the Southern Dynasty
They're all dead, but I'm still alive
And become a member of the barbarism and live
It is my responsibility, the unfortunate homeland
I will be your porter and mortician
Because common business must be shared, the game continues
Only great minds can die well
Five
The small garden is like a mirror, shining a life away from me
Exile in the Taoist system is like a falling flower
It's late autumn, where will the dragonflies go
In the grand narrative, I see through a game
Saturn came out of the throne and told me that the murderer was too old
The existence becomes precipitous and fades into darkness
Eternity is an illusion, and I'm done
The way to go, now to snap the void
I write about Providence, sorrow for the Lord
In the twilight, the poems shake the mountains and rivers
Note: "Damn the Age of Empty Eyes" comes out of Pound; "I am anywhere, but not here" uttered Godard; "Porter and Undertaker" speaks out of Baudrillard; "Only a great mind can die well" came out of Camus.
2020
Contemporary poet, born in 1964 in Xingwen Ancient Song Dynasty, Sichuan, graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages of Sichuan University.
He has published a collection of poems such as the Dead (Writers Press, 2003), a collection of bilingual German-Chinese poems Zuruck in die Garten (Edition Thanhauser, Austry, 2012), Trusting the Thoughts and Languages of Ancestors – Selected Poems of Zhao Ye (Changjiang Literature and Art Press, Wuhan, 2017), and Leftover Mountains – Selected Poems of Zhao Ye (Nanjing University Press, Nanjing, 2023). He currently lives in Dali and Beijing.