Chapter 8 Eight

wife and fish -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi i hug my wife like a fish in water I stretch out my hand try to touch the little rain and the lips bloom And fish are dumb women sleep under the river often in a dream die alone water i can't see pain fresh water drowned palms and fish flow into my lips water will close love my wife missing after light rain water will close no one understands her It's the wife, it's the fish underwater or fish in water underwater is wife leave my wife I am a sack full of fresh water

walk on land -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Autumn (three other songs) -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi With our bones lying on the ground Write in the sand: Youth.Then carry the aging father on his back Time-Long Direction Interruption Animal terrors fill our poetry Whose voice can reach the night of autumn and make a long noise To cover our bones lying on the ground— autumn has come Without an iota of forgiveness and tenderness: autumn has come cup of august August is gone and the mountains are clear

smooth river just now see the sky the sky is higher than ever sometimes i thought A true poet sits in the cup of august Looking up at the clouds that come and go Maybe I'll never see you clearly in my life An empty glass filled with my broken lines of poetry An empty glass—have you ever heard me cry! father in an empty glass The inner whip binds us together and whips September 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 Autumn Autumn is deep, and the eagles in the house of God are gathering the home of the gods the eagle speaks Autumn is deep, Wang is writing poetry Autumn is deep in this world got not yet got what should be lost has already been lost -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------

Autumn -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Author: Haizi Autumn deep in the home of the gods eagles in the collection the home of the gods the eagle speaks The autumn is deep and the king is writing poems Autumn is deep in this world got not yet got what should be lost has already been lost -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------