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Zhao Ye, born in 1964 in Sichuan, graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages of Sichuan University. In 1982, he jointly launched the "Third Generation" poetry movement; in 1983, he organized the Chengdu University Student Poetry Federation and edited the "Third Generation" poetry folk magazine; in 1985, he joined the Sichuan Young Poets Association and co-edited the "Internal Communication Materials of Modern Poetry"; in 1989, he participated in the founding of the folk magazine "XiangYi"; in 2000, he won the Poetry Award of "Writer" Magazine; in 2011, he won the Third Tianwen Poet Award, and was selected into the "List of 100 Talents of Chinese Power" in modern media. Published poetry collections such as The Dead (2003), When Mercury Pours into the Ground (2011), and Zuruck in die G.rten (2012, German translation: Gu Bin).
Poems by Zhao Ye
Spring days
My imagination dried up, and my arms hung low
Unable to withstand the gentleness of spring
I saw a book with a black cover
Reminds me of the decay of history
Every tree I remember was blown by the wind
Rustling: How futile my work has been
My words, rustic or firm
The only real chestnut in my life
I experience the flames of dawn or dusk
The roaring swords and palaces of my dreams
Has been deposed by another force
I have withdrawn from spring, to the last edge
I'm also going to withdraw from the light, like a slender bug
I know something is going to happen and I'll be there
In the decaying leaves, curses, weeping and agitation
Snowy mornings
I don't know, what else
Not said
I don't know, what else it feels like
I need to say it
On snowy mornings, I feel trepidation
I still have no reason to say anything
In the courtyard of the Qin or Han dynasties, it snowed
Just make the article more elegant
The world I saw was chaotic and vast, like a memory
My heart was miserable, searching in vain for something solid
I also thought that a single snow might change me
But I'd rather be silent
I wouldn't even ask who I was
When snowflakes flew all over the sky, they drowned me
by Andre Kertesz
Snowy Night Visit Dai
Brother, I have finally arrived at your door, and the morning light is faint
Bro, I've been through the snow and wind all night
I was woken up by heavy snow last night
The sky was full of screaming foxes
I wandered, warm wine, reading zuosi
Sorrow came from it, and the heart was dead silent
Standing on all sides is white, only the river water
In the flow, there is a warm breath of someone
The world is treacherous and difficult, brother
I miss the clear and pure Creek
The years are short, and many wishes are faltering
Every moment is a thing of the past
So I traveled through the snow and wind all night
Just for a pleasure in the chest
At this moment, the fog has not yet dissipated, and the dew is happy
The grass and trees gradually awaken in the sun
I opened my whole body
Should be and every inch of the world
"The place of love is in my generation"
I will eventually become one with this mountain
Brother, I suddenly felt I could go back
So I turned the bow of the boat and was in a good mood
If you wake up, open that book
If you are still asleep, continue to be a butterfly
Life is fleeting, and the wind of sorrow is left behind
I'm going to move towards another kind of memory
The Poem of Destiny
In the spring, I suddenly wanted to write a poem
It's like a pond with grass
Poplars and willow flying feathers
Open the memory without selection
Fish stir the pool water, birds stir the wind
The bees stubbornly hovered in front of them
People and things that have failed in a lifetime
I have to say what I owe
However, a piece of moonlight in the Qin Dynasty
Or an undead of the Song Dynasty
Maybe it's unexpected today
They all have my address
They make me feel the world
Also trustworthy, at the moment
The sun is shining against ten thousand books
The past is gone, and the coming days are full of wind and water
Dali
Look out over a few mountains and forests
The trees are lush and there is ancient goodwill
Clouds drifted over the mountainside
A bird chases away from the clouds
My gaze flew away with the birds
Everything knows my mind
The sky is as clear as the sons of the pre-Qin Dynasty
Words flow out, a school of light
Scenery in the haze
Towers, trees, the sun with a weak tone
It constitutes a hazy landscape
The birds are still flying hard
Relatives go through old objects
Memory bends, after a long tunnel
Another morning in the homeland
If nothing goes to ruin, I suppose
I'm going to reinvent the traditions and the mountains
Your garden
- Dedicated to Weiwei
Purple bamboo, dangui, wax plum, tao ju, luo han pine
They are your world and will make up my world
Rhododendron, camellia, loquat, orchid, hydrangea
I want to understand their texture one by one
A poet knows at least twenty-four plants
In your garden, I tutor this course
I cherish every tree, every bush of grass here
The pulses are connected, and things are always new in every inch
I love every dragonfly, bee, butterfly that comes flying
What kind of cause and effect can make a meeting
I believe in past lives, they were with you, and me
There will be a relationship that cannot be abandoned
These trees flower, bear fruit, and wither
Then grow new shoots, the darkness in my soul
And the decline of the years, gradually rise bright colors
No matter how crazy and delusional the world is, I only indulge in it
An old-fashioned touch in your garden
Every plant has such a posture
We have to learn from plants, they
With an air of humility, everything is revealed
Life will not be a fire, all things
There is an order of its own, such as grass and trees
Just grow silently in your garden
I should be a part of it too
With midday compassion, I face the mountains every day
Talk to the great undead and imagine a prosperous world
The birds rushed to the future, and I looked back at the past alone
Your garden is history and the world
100,000 soldiers and horses vaguely galloped to the eastern foothills of Cangshan Mountain
So I picked the leaves and wrote this poem
A squirrel came in and foraged on the trail
A cherry blossom falls, and there is silence all around
Every break in a branch hurts me
In your garden I trance the first person
The sun sent an ancient blessing: "At this moment
I am happy and I will be happy for the rest of my life."
Song porcelain ode
One
At first, it was a gust of wind that blew across the water
Natural textures that stir up emptiness far away
Back again, the first colors of the earth
With the shape is awakened, in the smoke of the lan
Philosophy and poetry began to reign lightly
The mountains and rivers are eager to try, and the words are shining
Flock to Bieliang, an unknown era
Invent new fashions and turn everything on
The empire is still hesitant, inadvertently, beautiful
The boundary has been reached, and the supreme law has been established
Two
He dreamed of a color, rain over azure
The afterlife burns and ignites ambergris
The city was full of gloom, and twenty cranes descended
White clouds, my thin brushstrokes
Like gold leaf, it only depicts immortal deeds
The fire candles are empty, and at night, people cannot sleep
Words and things, peach blossoms bloom in thin ice
Again, I want to live out the absolute
The sky can be learned, and the phoenix is not inhabited by sycamores
Once you win the United States, why not lose it
Three
Ask for sound in silence, as in the dark
Looking for white, the dirt has its own thoughts
Mixed with the folds of the night, the alchemist's
Qianqiansu hands, combing the day crazy
Yearning for the clarity of the naked child, the elephants gradually
Disappear and become a textbook of color and emptiness
Look, the heavens are nourishing, and the dust is high
The passion of the rocks flows deep in still water, in fact
We work hard all our lives, not for it
At the limit, break away from the form and enter the eternal
Four
Silence is beyond silence, how to stain the dust
The world, too much hustle and bustle, a little cold
From the center of the earth through the flames, snowflakes are everywhere
Sprinkled on the body, carrying the words of the Six Classics
So a piece of porcelain is a gentleman
Lei Lei is like a breeze under the pine, and the darkness is amazing
In the wilderness of the ancient world, everything is in harmony
Yulan gently rises on the mountain beams of the sunset
I am like a world away, returning to the land of eternal life
Night and night to see the moon lack of moon, not sad or happy
Five
This is the noon of civilization, a history of youth
The light leaking out of the crack changes the past
And show the future, the world will meet each other
Swallows fly out of the text, vowels take time
Forged into space, the ultimate poem
Cherry Nirvana, one law contains all laws
Wanfa Mountain forest flowing clouds, so generation after generation
On the inner scale, I look back
Beauty is nature, nature is beauty, wind
The ode of the apocalypse has already been written on the water
Excerpted from Poetry Tide, No. 3, 2019
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