Chapter 6 six

two villages -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi village of peace and lust village of poetry village mother blip The village mother is stunningly beautiful The village of swans in the wheat field in May silent lonely village one in front and one in back This is where Pushkin and I were born the wind blows in the village The wind blows in the village of Haizi the wind blows on the wind in the village There is a freshness and a long time The northern star shines on the southern constellation Pushkin and I in the arms of the village mother

The poet of the maiden and the school of fish sleeps in the raindrops It's raindrops and you die! Listen to the wind blowing in the village at night The village sits like a dark treasure Two villages sleep across a river Haizi's village sleeps even more deeply -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ the wheat is ripe -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi The new wheat in Lanzhou that year ripe on the way home My father, who has been in the water for more than 30 years, returned home

sitting on a sheepskin raft coming home someone carrying food open the door at night in front of the lamp Recognize that it's Uncle San Brothers Speechless half foot thick loess the wheat is ripe -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Messiah (excerpt) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi (Heavenly Chorus in "The Sun") But that doesn't mean it's a "poem"—it's not ─ ─ Spengler Dedicate a poem Dedicate this sun to the new era!Dedicated to the truth!

I would like to dedicate this long poem to his new god of poetry who is about to be born! Dedicated to the dawn of a new era dedicated to youth Dedicate a poem sky over sea water Consecrate the face of your truth this is dawn and dawn it's a new day The sun shines from the sky and penetrates the water, the sun! In my poem, temporarily stop your steps Let me sprinkle your golden wheels with memories and songs Let me spread my life under your feet and open the way for all sunshine Dedicated to you, my long poem that exhausts the sky and the sea let me go back to yesterday The night when the god of poetry came

rain and snow on the sea From the Sky, 1982 I'm just eighteen years old, and I'm looking forward to carrying a wounded stranger to find heaven, to find life But came here, came to this night November 21, 1988 The God of Poetry Comes this stranger is our world It is our father and brother, stopped in our flesh and blood this stranger is an old man dying, blind hardly any body temperature he is empty I can only feed on blood his amazing old bones The blood of the world turned into horses and harps rain and snow on the sea November 21, 1988 I'm carrying this old blind stranger

come here, come here The night and center of the world, empty A mountain leads to heaven and descends to hell A ruin in the desert In 1985, me and him and the sun The three met and participated in the birth of the universe. The birth of the universe is my birth Rain and snow on the night sea On the way, he became many people, met me and passed by Even became me, but he was still him. As he sings, I'm experiencing It's all three of us In the world and in me, I can't tell the difference Where is the word, where is the experience I'm still in it now. in the belly of the rock

rock guts suddenly empty, suddenly missing Increased the mass of the surrounding rock Rubble flies, my manuscript Deeper burial, fire's heart filled with memories bury the language deeper meaningless sound From the viscera of the rock. Sky surrounded by boulders the void in between the flying part in the middle irrecoverable The part that cannot be regretted seems like we just went from there flee, settle in nearby rocks 1985, one day, at the turn of autumn and winter The internal organs of the rock suddenly disappeared that's the sky sky sky sudden unexpected I don't understand, leave it to you

cut off your own The sky above the sea that has exhausted its life sky, no access his own content i call The Silence in the Middle and the Fleeing Great God my world of sorrow The emptiness in the middle escapes is the sky surrounded by boulders I summon heartily: 1988, throwing down the bow and arrow picked up the head roll on the sky sun!You can hear secret extinct conversations in the sky I call: 1988!The boulder comes automatically piled up to surround the sky Tens of thousands of exploding flames dance wildly to the sky dead dead dead dead It was those who stopped him, 1988

Suddenly like a head rising from the ground The earth is torn open Suddenly the sky (? [The rock turned into me Blood speaks, fire speaks: 1988, 1988 rise out of the sea in a flood Shout out "myself"! "The world and myself"! He just woke up. shouting "myself" summon the secret silent, inner The world and me!summon Seventeen kings of peninsula and island, listen From the echo grew the original master's voice The master is calling, at first it was just a chaotic echo A horn is black inside, is the whole world The master of the trumpet calls the world and himself

The sea is vast, the mountains are everywhere, hell is dark, and heaven is far away The sun fell from the sky, a chaotic echo All humans seem to have only one person That is the master, sitting in the solitary commune of the sun. at dawn "Myself" The new "myself" stones cannot be shared it's a new day This is the song at dawn "I was a drunken serf" Taken up to the sky, I was the father of Chaos It's the primordial sky, it's the first drop of slaughtered blood self-avoidance, self-indulgence, self-justification I shouldn't have carried this weeping old blind man on my back

Tinker pots, sharpen knives, sell horses, steal horses, sell horses I shouldn't be holding guns and harps all night Be poets and chiefs, the sun shines from the sky and penetrates the waters Dedicated to you, this long poem of mine with all my life and the world The goddess of memory screamed what was born gave birth to me Meet in the mountains of God meet in the dawn before the sun came out so much so much Dawn falls from the sky i accept myself this sky golden fire of the world Broken and messy golden light is gone accept the dirty book The Book of Murder The Book of the World Accept the last golden light of this world I humbly accept myself let the sun drive away the dawn sun disperses dawn move my poem horn call headless man from the blacksmith shop took the head The headless man embraces his clumsy head can hardly hide In the dawn all is revealed. world and me Let's sing! "In the dawn hold your head to heaven The sun cuts down his own sword The sun hears its own song" old fire shines Rain and snow in the center of the fire In the center of the dawn, the dawn embraces the sky dirty book murder book All that's left now is devotion and singing move my poem up the ladder That headless dawn embraces the ten suns and ascends to the sky together ascending the difficult century this new sky This new sky will look first: Old world rain and snow on the sea. At this moment in the twilight, the rocks raised their heads and looked up together. In the center of the fire, there is rain and snow, and I have no head to go into it People call me Dawn: I bring only devotion and singing In the center of the fire, there is rain and snow, and I have no head to go into it Rain and snow fell in the center of the fire that led to the sky. dirty book murder book put on my skull Can't see clearly because of thick blood It's the new world and me, now it's just giving and singing Before that I wrote the last poem of these dozens of centuries And cast it from here on, as the sun casts off the dawn Dawn will know the destination of me and the sun, the sun and me! Dedicated to you, my long poem that exhausts the sky and the sea (1988, December, 1) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------