Chapter 5 Fives

sea ​​water flooded -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi raw mom hide from a farmer dropped his hatchet in the ground Drowning his own baby in the well The fields are left barren On the lamp, I met this soul in a trance jump into the sea The sea roars over the granary it seems me and my father white hair is burning -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Poem of the night -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi ——Dedicated to the daughter of the night

night rises from the earth covered the bright sky The desolate land after the harvest night rises from within you You come from far away, I go far away A long way passes here nothing in the sky why comfort me The desolate land after the harvest People take away a year's harvest Take the grain and ride the horse Those who stay in the ground are buried deep A pitchfork glistens and straw piles on a fire Rice piles in dark barn It's too dark, too silent, too rich in the barn It's too desolate, I saw Hades' eyes in the harvest flock of birds like black raindrops Fly from dusk into night

nothing in the night why comfort me walking on the road sing The wind blows over the hills above is the boundless sky -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Hunqu -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi sister son in bamboo womb son of wood It's your hairy groom sister sunny son rainy day son the bride who rolls all over your body sister Lips that spit out sweetfish nautical garden lips just bite your lip in the dirt buzzing in the barn Sappho Sappho kiss Me How sweet are the poems that adorn your brow

Your withered coffin is like a beautiful chess game. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ September -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi Witnessing the death of the gods on the grassland wildflowers The wind far away is farther than far away My piano sobs and tears are gone I return this distant place to the grassland One is called wood and the other is called ponytail My piano sobs and tears are gone In the distance, there is only a piece of wild flowers condensed in death The bright moon is like a mirror hanging high on the grassland, reflecting the millennium

My piano sobs and tears are gone Riding a horse across the grassland alone -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Dawn (Part 1) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi I clean up the sky and the earth return a stranger I wait lonely, I wait gloomy february snow, february rain spring water flowing in vain Who are the flowers blooming for? Always be such a beautiful and wounded wheat Breathing out the fragrance, standing on the hill The desolate earth bears the thunder of the desolate sky

The scrolls of the holy book are my wings, so bright sometimes like a gloomy day The Holy Book Part 2 Dirty and Joyful Of course it's my wounded wing The desolate earth bears a desolate sky My empty earth and sky It is the first volume and the second volume combined into one holy book, the limbs I split again Flowing rain and snow, tears in February -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Dawn (Part 2) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi Dawn holding the cup of his own son's blood

hold me, bright twin brother Walking in the highlands of ancient Persia The Field of the Sacred Classics The sun's light flooded the plains on both sides like a flood Wheat that shines like a sword blade Travel to India and Tibet From there I trekked all over India and Tibet Seek among snowy mountains, rocks and lions— daughter of the sky and poetry The Persian Plateau is also the mountain top of my homeland before exile The land of the plateau that accepts my bright words Fields full of grain and barns covered with deep resentment and blessed dark mother Mother Earth, your nights are all yours

Your darkness is all yours, give me the dawn Let the girls wear fresh and tender lips like flowers Let the girl wear lips like flames for me Let the skulls of the primordial night lift let god stand in my skull A blood-red light of the battlefield rushes to the sky Fire of fire, he has a rough name: the sun and revolution she has a naked body walking and disillusioned -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------