Source: Poetry Press 2024-03-26 10:35 Beijing
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Today is the death anniversary of Haizi (1964.3.24—1989.3.26).
Haizi, formerly known as Zha Haisheng, was born on March 24, 1964 and grew up in the countryside. In 1979, at the age of 15, he was admitted to the Law Department of Peking University, and began to write poetry during his college years. After graduating from Peking University in 1983, he was assigned to work in the Department of Philosophy of China University of Political Science and Law in Beijing.
Haizi began writing poetry in 1982 and was known as one of the "Three Poets of Peking University" at that time. In 1984, he created his famous works "Asian Copper" and "The Sun of Arles", and used "Haizi" as a pen name for the first time. In less than seven years from 1982 to 1989, Haizi created nearly 2 million words of work with extraordinary enthusiasm and diligence.
On March 26, 1989, Haizi committed suicide at the age of 25.
Born on March 24 and died on March 26. Haizi belongs to spring, as he said in the poem: "In spring, all ten Haizi are resurrected."
In the spring, reading Haizi, as he said in the poem: "May you have a brilliant future, and may you be happy in the world."
Selected poems of Haizi
Live in the precious world
In this precious world
The sun is intense
The waves are gentle
Layers of white clouds are covered
I stepped on the grass
Feel yourself thoroughly clean black clods
Live in this precious world
Dirt splashes
Beat the cheeks
Live in this precious world
Humans are as happy as plants
Love is as happy as rain
September
A patch of wildflowers on the steppe that witnessed the death of the gods
The wind that is far away is farther away than the far away
My piano sounded and my tears were gone
I return this far land to the grassland
One is called wood and the other is called horsetail
My piano sounded and my tears were gone
In the distance, only a field of wildflowers condenses in death
The bright moon hangs high above the grassland like a mirror, reflecting thousands of years
My piano sounded and my tears were gone
Fight a horse alone across the grassland
Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming
From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person
Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world
From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables
I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming
From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones
Tell them about my happiness
The blissful lightning told me
I'm going to tell everybody
Give every river and every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I bless you too
May you have a bright future
May you have a lover and eventually become married
May you be blessed on earth
I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring
New Daughter
A cabin in my hometown, chopsticks, and a jar of clear water
and many days to come
Many, many goodbyes
Illuminated by you
Today
I don't say anything
Let others do the talking
Let the boatman on the distant river speak
There is a lamp
It is the quiet eye of the river
shiny
This lamp sleeps in my room today
After the end of the month, we open the door
Some of the flowers bloom on tall trees
Some of the fruit bears deep underground
Dedication to the night
- To the daughter of the night
Night rises from the earth
obscured the bright sky
A desolate land after a good harvest
The night rises from within you
You come from afar, I go afar
A long way to pass through here
There is nothing left in the sky
Why give me comfort
A desolate land after the harvest
People took away the year's harvest
Took the grain and rode away
Those who remain in the ground are buried very deeply
Pitchforks sparkle and straw piles on the fire
Rice piled up in a dark barn
Too dark in the barn, too silent, too harvesty
It was also too desolate, and I saw the eyes of Hades in the harvest
A flock of birds like black raindrops
Fly from dusk into night
There was nothing left in the night
Why give me comfort
Walk on the road
Sing aloud
Strong winds blew over the hills
Above is the boundless sky
Spring, ten seas
In the spring, all ten seas were resurrected
In the midst of a bright view
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
What is it about you that you have been asleep for so long?
In the spring, ten seas roared lowly
Dancing and singing around you and me
Rip your black hair and ride you away, dusty
The pain of your splitting pervades the earth
In the spring, the savage and vengeful Haizi
This one, the last one, is left
This is the son of the night, immersed in winter, obsessed with death
Can't extricate himself, he loves the empty and cold countryside
The grain there was piled up high, obscuring the windows
Half of them are in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six
Half is used for agriculture, they reproduce themselves
Gales blew from east to west, from north to south, ignoring night and dawn
What exactly do you mean by the dawn?
Autumn Twilight
The top of the flame
At the feet of the setting sun
The vast dusk is gorgeous and supreme
Ripening in the sorrow of autumn
Sunset in the land of fire
The red-hot horizon rolls in
Make people heroic, make people glorious and live together, and separate
Lights at dusk
Cut the blood vessels
The sunset is red
May a lover finally become a family wish
Love lasts a lifetime
Or, on the contrary, extremely brief, extremely short, hurried
extinguish
I won't talk about it again
Don't talk about the past
Pain and happiness
Life does not bring, death does not bring
Only the dusk is gorgeous and supreme
reply
Wheat field
Others see you
Feel warm and beautiful about you
I stand at the center of your painful questioning
Burned by you, I stand on the sun's painful rays
Wheat field
O mysterious questioner
As I stand before you in agony
You can't say I have nothing
You can't say I'm empty-handed
Editor: Zeng Zifu, Review: Ding Peng, Approval: Huo Junming
Article modified on 2024-03-26
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