Source: Non-Taiwan Jinjing 2024-04-08 21:58 Hebei
I don't know my life
A dark and monotonous bloodline.
I don't know who I've loved, who I've loved
And now - shrunk in my limbs
In the winds of exhaustion in March
I make a list of unlucky days to solve puzzles.
The flowers are gone
Fly off the branches, and I wait
It never tires of flying with its head or back.
[The flowers have passed away] Text: Kwasimodo Translation: Zhao Xiaoke
Drinking among the flowers and singing among the ruins
It's the same person
The itch of pollen and the emptiness created by silence
Because of the same thing
When the forgetfulness of spring and summer has sunk into a hidden disease
Only the order in the dream is benign
Writing a paragraph is a tribute to words
Have those who meditate ever think:
Face a pile of walking steel
It's never courage, it's left
An exclamation point in the future, like the white cane of a blind man
Knocking on the way home in the dark
The blue and white porcelain cheongsam is divided
The heels rang and the suitcase swung around three times
This is the rhythm of spring, belatedly
来,不算迟
The green silk that is twisted up is a big fist
Her fist slammed into her chest in the distance
Gently, gently
No matter how light it is, the mountains will cry out in pain
A few short hairs on his forehead went up and down
The smell of perfume meanders all the way
She doesn't take off her sunglasses
No one knew the night in the window
A tavern frequented by Brumidi
Patronized by parliamentarians. Chubby gold watch* bounces up
Cat. Coffee noodle tree handstand (it's scarlet)
The raven sang a devotional song:
No one likes donuts in the morning light more than you
No one loves midwives more than you do
The tray sits with unclaimed pliers
L Sissy's beard ~ reproduce quickly. Whale Fang drunk
Thought scabs, stowaways, Irish gamblers
Pour a finger-deep amount of wine into a woman's breast......
People coming out of Capitol Hill spread their wings
Those naked girls are all sincere
It's like Tyis hosting friends in an airy museum
"St. Mary, O beautiful lake!"
(I'm tired of the same tone)
The tide is coming in the distance
That was a few weeks ago
*From Plath.
* A famous prostitute in ancient Greece.
Be sure to stop,
Let the grass on the side of the road break flowers, and rush to us
The front of the run.
Don't honk your horn. Let the thin body
Walk slowly.
Be sure to stop and give the conscience of the world
Get out of the way.
Be sure to stop, wait,
First class.
The sturdy horses run slowly and hurriedly
It goes to the field to pick flowers and loves the beauty of flowers
Stables decorated with flowers. It's walking
The sun is slanting, and the brightness is open at the feet
Sometimes it hisses as if no one is around
In the face of plants and famine. It drinks water
Put the whole body down and smooth the fur
White reflection, no wagging tail
I love this horse without a tail and love it
Strong and lonely, love it to travel far away
Tie your palms around your waist. I love it hanging down
The pupils of the eyelashes have a lot of tenderness and mystery
It spoke slowly, like a stable
铺满青草,挑杆上挂着红蕃茄
A river of black light, a piece
Pieces of broken glass
It hurts the eyes of every insomniac
In the night sky, it was a huge black cat licking its wounds
Confused sees confusion, silence hears silence
Spasm himself knows spasms, torture himself knows how to torture
It's not a meteorite, it's an eyeball in the night
On the cosmic operating table, a pair of nameless big hands
Remove and discard
Yesterday, a pair of bamboo clips on a red dress were whispering to each other
I understand talking about the dancing spring
Yesterday is not far from today
It was a track emerging from the woods, emitting green smoke that meandered away.
Yesterday the Iron Book was baking books
The pages are covered with caramel
Yesterday raindrops hit the tin canopy
Blue poncho shining, people parking bicycles.
Yesterday the bridge was in the water
Pale gray reflections, sprinkled on the barge and departed
昨天，清贫的诗人比菱角更水灵
Dripping water under the eaves and bamboo baskets, a dragonfly was startled.
Yesterday, my hand in the day was stretched out like a billboard
Blown down by the wind and rain of the raid at any time
Yesterday I wrote firmly
Today it is no longer recognizable.
Maybe Lin Wu is still like this
Ethereal, rich, and the people who went up the mountain have not yet come down.
He sat on a pile of stones
On the hillside, a temple appeared in his expression
Or ancestral halls. He looked not far away
Village. Paddy field. Cooking smoke, the busyness and fragrance in the world.
Remembering the old love and hate, it will eventually come to an end
Farewell, the road in front of you is like walking;
All the way
It seems that they have all found the end.
The dark blue mountains are cut out of your arm
Fix the base of the sloping sky for me
I can't see the shape of your distant hand clearly
But trust you to catch birds for me, as well as the sunset
You are a woman who has an overly rich imagination
The difficulties and tragedies of the world are dissolved in your imagination
And whenever my imagination is too uninhibited
Your fingers will use a needle and thread to decorate a string of black jade buckles for me along the path of freedom
The leaves of broad-leaved trees in spring, the leaves of maize in summer, and even the oriental fan without season
I believe it's your palm, or the pictogram of your palm
And my hand is used to grasp the rudder you expect
Hold high the torch you lit before you were killed
"In a future, they will be barren hills, dead grasses"
On top of the green veil, the edges of our eyebrows are covered with snow
The father seemed dissatisfied with such a shape, and he broke the clay pot
Something tangled with a mane spreads out
"The hunter is there, aiming for a bobcat-like variant"
This, we stuffed into a brick hole in Lowa
You explain that the verdant valley hides the lake, in a gravel road close to the slope
You'll see witches, with their bellies held up, doing a kind of dark ritual
We know that the altar is ruined, on the moss-green stone pillars
Rob Aji, who carried his prey, had swallowed the gills of a fish dripping with blood