- Mourn Mother Poems
A
Read
Had repeated silent recitation
That flash you
Face
To create the cover sheet of gold
Yesterday
You are the wind turn seventy-seven
Then stopped
And become the only existing copies at home and abroad
And your blood
Also in my blood turns into a new word
In my flesh
Reprint
April, early lowering Guyu
Dusk was in
Hong Kong's long-distance calls
Came crashing
The exploding sound earth shattering
Say you have to go, not waiting for me
Mother
I held back the cry
I held a handful of dirt
I know that at the moment
You have had in my palm
And gradually seep into my vessel
My spine
I held back the cry
Alone in hiding in the study
Quietly
Sitting and watching the sun_set_ from the window, tiptoe through the
Evening once again,
Still warm afterglow
Indoor
Boil a pot over low heat in mourning
I pull the curtains
Rapid fall from the sky the night
Dressed in black clothes came to my sewing
Mother
I really did not cry
Only looking at a mirror journeying
Looking at
Hanging mirror
Teardrop
Flow to the lips after three decades
I bowed silently
Yan Fu, such as wind thistles after
Meditation with you -
Mother
Memory, such as a sharp knife
Institution front edge
You see me in the blood
I see you in the flesh
All the love and death
Desire and Perishable
Not only suffer the endless vine entanglement general
Have started from an umbilical cord
To that
Lifetimes
Around the wire into a thousand incessant
Silkworm
I was one of the pupae
When broken out silkworm
I'm covered with bloodshot
Went around looking for you
Let me tell you
How bitter end in a moth
How to burn us in the light of the pain
Mother, I chased you into the wilderness
Look around at a loss
I'm waiting for you to explain to me the meaning of time
Wait until
The thousandth time the moon rises
I am sadly puzzled
Why are not you one star
Tonight, I had to
Climbs the umbilical cord was still crawling to the starting point of life
But I just caught
Your cold hands
My cold hand
Dug out from the box you
Funerary pictures, there is a
Big Brother sad and silent letters
Letter caught the attention of the cold
Each word is hot hot
Three decades of isolation
Three years to tie him down
Day waiting
Excited to fly into the sky on both sides of the sea
A knot in the air
Or a bridge frame
Dream every night
Letter folded into a small boat
For hi Manjuan mad poetry and literature
And learn Lao Du
Yang a boat into the Dongting
Su Xiang, Zi, Yuan, Feng
And Bells in the
Cover your pillow full of hair
That stopped the boat pier miles
I am pleased to throw off the cable
But you grabbed my arm
Body
With the surging tide in the evening
Salty water damage of any
Spilled my skirt
Your pillow. . .
No, my pillow
Department of the boat was full of sorrow
Pillow
II
Even vaguely dream
But like a fast black plaster
Close to the
Three decades still unknown scarring of the wound
Mother, do you remember
Which way the cold night wind and snow load
I sheepishly approached the door unsteadily
Yard Shuangfeng has withered
Order has been disabled before the Chrysanthemum
Reservoirs in the hustle and bustle of childhood
Has been condensed into the ice below zero
Then
Along the 俱寂
The village without lights, no sound bang
Weeds buried Path
I have no childhood return
Cold wind blowing fluttering clothing
Cold, the mother
I'm attracted to your window candle
Tiptoe step onto the stone steps
Leaves the crushing foot ring
Thin broken pieces, while heart rate step
I raised my hand knocked on the door
And slumped down
I am afraid I heard the door ring A stranger exclaimed
Can not bear to see you wake up after more
Hold only
A cold
So I tiptoe near your window
I saw you sideways's clothes
Floating close to the shadow of the wall curl
Fires are out
Clock Sishuiyouxing
Coffee table next to detour to a cane
Stick side
Lay a pair of thin black cloth shoes
Star vague shapes of snow in the yard
White, such as infant
If you are feeding my breasts clothing solution
Now, you have dry hair teeth
Weidun into
The only photograph of his father left wall
Yu bitter landscape
Between the amount of weeds from your
I read out
Vast between heaven and earth
And vaguely hear your tears
Prehistoric through the universe
Through a history of dropping
Mother
Why do not you speech
Why do not you see I looked to one side
You may have heard
Exclaimed my less than hush money
Mother, why do not you speak
I have been in your window
The snow stops two inches thick, three-inch, five-inch
You see, my eyebrows have switched dyed white
Of course, the snow is not entirely
Also mixed with three decades of dust and soil, desolate months
Cold, the mother
You quickly turned in to see me face the tears
Alas, too late
Tear
Has formed an icicle
I have a dream
Do not dream of skin hair
Dream resist cold and hunger How can
That year parting
You plug in my luggage in a sweater
Long as our home
Broken, broken
A hole in one scar
Thirty years ago a jacket
Turned over to wear
Three years later, is the new gowns
Tentacles at a cold
Only your call
- Or the gentle sound of inwit
You that warm embrace, such as a pot of charcoal
Perception will be that I deeply
The best way to go home heating
Whether in a dream
Smile in Carnation
Or a small candle flame. . .
C
Same accent, the temples have been bad
Mother
Cold and heat rushed to press more than thirty
I am still just a
End of the World's Lone Wild Goose chase
Sunrise moon_set_
High mountains
I still adhere to the direction of the first wings
Spring, I had too much rain, rivers and lakes involved
Summer, I had wings swept the earth
If a manufacturing situation circled peak of peregrine falcons
In the fall
I'm exhausted like a kite
Off the line after all the sky with
After the winter
However, I am anxious marching thin ice
River rapids again to start the journey
Years ago the kind of Qu Yuan in the Miluo
Cold journey
And my Lament
Eczema and solitude Zeyi written in subtropical
General stubborn psoriasis
Immense expansion of nostalgia written
Is the root of green water chestnut without charge
Nymphoides sp is more hands and grasp the soil
With the clouds the water footprint
To the rolling cloud of dust
To a castle rising from the clouds
To the cries of
Loud cool and bright and did not understand the Evening Bell
Traveled alone
Sweat southeast, die in the Northwest
Any time
Knife to knife
I have no scales will be no cut fins
Left more than one body prickly stems bone
Afraid only afraid, windy evening twilight
More leaves in the wind
Murmur in
Also see
Autumn blood-red cheeks from holding Shuangfeng
Months
It is said that a certain day will be rounded
Will it? Mother
Some rain this fall, said partial
Really nasty
Sky Miles are Mexican
On the fifth floor balcony
Rendanruju
Before the boarding
Long bursts of panic mood tempted
Solutions to suit the wind
披襟 and singing
Residual sound in relying on a choking choking Qingke
Well, how can no monthly Mid-Autumn Festival
No monthly taught me how to imagine your face early
Teach me how to sense
Night's town center
Vibrations of five
Mother, you are a pine
Extending the arms and other migratory birds return, and
Years of thunder and switch
Moth-eaten cream hit years
Ten unexamined
You have become dry leaves, bare branches
Greenfield no longer heard the wind of sorrow and no report on the sun_set_ over same applies
Silent hill
The stars on your forehead, silent and blind
You have also asked the day looking up
Double Vision Sky is more than your loss
You reach out to the snow
Snow cold to give you a slap in the face
No curse, no escape
You quietly chewing
People assigned to your loneliness and despair
Side slopes of their children rolling hoops
Large flowers on the hillside lay large flowers of dogwood
Dandelion wind far and wide
Then the past is a shallow stream
Spring surge is waiting
It brings a group of fish for the baby's frivolity
At this time, the mother
I seem to hear
You leaned against the water themselves, call out:
"My children?
Although dry my milk
However, the remainder being vigorously sucking the pain still fresh in
Where are you?
Where are you?
Night's town center
Vibrations of five
Throbbing because we with you with its concentration of blood
Tears, with its salty
Mother, you know
In the horizon beyond the horizon
In the night's Bihaiqingtian
I was the only space in light years away
Burning their Neptune
IV
Tree leaves are still
Endless, but the wind
Son wants
Instead. . . Mother ah
Where you along the river
Included in which sea?
Tonight, a quiet, long
Exclaimed the moon in the stars after jumping into the sea
Sudden stop in the watch after midnight
After all the litter in the sunflowers
After the rain
After a cold nose
Just one crashed into the cold
After that warm swaddle your
I am stunned speechless
Could be so difficult relieved to -
Why do not you and me thirty years ago a
Thirty seconds of a call through
Serve part forever
Mother, where are you?
I seek you in stormy waters
Had to do a thousand sails
No one is actually your face
Seek you in the swamp of heavy
Pin not see you through the step
Seek you in the hub of Long Lane
Only faintly heard
The city lights are calling your name
Grassland seek you in the morning
Newly sprung in one of the white ginger flower in the water
_Set_ in the evening peak
Eagle from the sky at dusk Jueya fan
Nanshan its might, wind Hair
Mother, where are you?
At this time I only see
The more a _set_ting sun sink deeper
The cold which the United States
More
Light
Mother
Night, quiet, quiet,
I held back the cry
Alone in hiding in the study
Sit done a candle
And lit a
Once again, I spread that letter crumpled letter
When read
Ah my son my son. . .
Suddenly see the flickering candlelight
Are you coming?
Or a burst of wind had come for an unknown?
Death
Is a pure travel
Another process of reproduction of life
Maybe next spring
Yang with a straight face I see you Qiangzai
Shining in the mountain peach petals
Because you are the branches, but also pollen
You are the roots, but also fruit
You are the river yesterday Liu
Today you are in the smoke Liu
You are the rock, stone fire
You are the clouds, clouds in the electric
You are the sea, the sea salt
If you are the humble moss
If you are the solemn morning
Your soft sound of water, such as South
You are as strong as years of Han Yu
I looked up, you are vast moon
I bowed, you are vast land
I have wings, you send me to Traveling Miles
I step, you lead me to far-off road
Mother
Ni I dig mine
I steel refining
Paved track of my ribs
Let my son, my grandson
I choose to always adhere to the
Mother
Tonight, a quiet, long
I really did not cry
Thirty years ago the drop of tears
Air-dried in the mirror already
You become gray
Into the soil
Time into the vast
You are in the history of a drop of blood
I was a reprint of your blood
One thousand million copies
Yuanyuan
A long history. . . . .
After listening to the man fishing in a given river, the story goes
He begins with the water coming
The age of wandering
Cross river where to find it?
Done day
The row of willow does not shore how happy and some moonlight
Float attached to the surface of the water
Tears started in our body
Ripple up
War is one thing
Immortality is another matter
The amount of the old shells in the high-altitude collision with the head
Bound to _set_ off a collapse of much of the wind
Ever since
Side a bronze statue
Side a bronze statue
And we did just a bunch of
Why does the flashing do not
Foam
1966.8.27
Ishiba
Day surprise
Condensate in the air, autumn suddenly scared
At this time, I suddenly see a window
A guest donkey from Chang'an
The back of a bag of
Horrifying image
Even before the arrival of people, hail-like verse
Have to rely on rain fall from the sky
I once heard across the glass
Xi and the tinkle of knock on
Oh! So thin so thin, a scholar
Thin
Like a fine Langhao
Large blue blouse you that the wind
Filled ares waves
Like chewing spiced beans
Chewing quatrains. Quatrains. Quatrains.
Your eyes of passion
Brew a pot of warm Huadiao new
Since the Tang and Song and the Yuan and Ming and Qing
The last injection
My little glass
I tried the one you most proud of Seven-
Into a Jiuweng in
Shake, I would see the clouds Soars
Ze wild guesses the word Zuiwu language
Urn broken, broken into pieces of your skin
Wilderness, the hidden news
鬼哭 tweeted
Howl miles
To come to sit down, I want to sip with you
From the history of the darkest night
I figure you are not taken lightly
How can Three Hundred Tang Poems for Nothing to worry about the relative
Feng Li Lang from the Nine is what the official?
That do not have to go to hell
Then you do not post in the drunk
Vomiting in the verses on the giants of the Yu-chieh
Yeah drinking alcohol
Tonight the month, probably not for us
This is a poly and bright through the ages
I want to write one for you Chenhei obscure poem
Let them go do not know do not know
Do not know
Why do we laugh reading phase, as
1979.5.18
或许你并不因此而就悲哀吧
蟹爪花沿着瓦盆四周一一爆燃
且在静寂中一齐回过头来
你打着手势在窗口，在深红的绝望里
在青色筋络的纠结中你开始说：裸
便有体香溢出
一瓣
吐
再一瓣
蟹爪花
横着
占有你额上全部的天空
在最美的时刻你开始说：痛
枝叶舒放，茎中水声盈耳
你顿然怔住
在花朵绽裂一如伤口的时刻
你才辨识自己
1985.2
By me in the eyes
That a moon rising
Suddenly landed in your
Palm
You'll fold it into a small boat
Allowed to drift to
The end of acoustic
We are lying on the grass
A wet hair
Towards my forehead
I finally found
Your grasp of only a
Rusty key
You ask: the prone position on the grass
Not picked up from the well as a photograph of star map?
The nose is the Big Dipper
Sirius is your lips sinking the mole of the
At this time, you sat up sudden
Pointing to a lamp in the distance, said:
That was my childhood
In short, nothing I could not hear the
Under your skin
With the surging tide in the evening
We draw up the boat in vitro it
So that the sound of water
Remain in the end
1973.10
I.
A
Bitter cold and
Vertical hard words
Expressed nothing
A near death
Cool
Or brilliant
Great Glacier
No solution of a spell
Prior to the arrival
Many major events of the unclean
Must be
A blue whale out of the water in that instant
Forgotten
Let us concentrate
Closer to it, to move closer
Or away from the
Indeed, we witnessed
It is a Tangshui Zhe Kau
Dirge sung in its
Gone are bloodshot
Second,
The last one is a large glacier visitor
I came
Cough sound amazing
Echo empty
While Big Wave Emission from my throat
Black bear hunting and the dream island
Gave wet splash
Spread out like a navigational chart
I spread out their
Rely on a Sirius
They must find
Private parts of my barren
So I'm on the ice
Plug in a rusty spine
Claim that this was poison ivy, my
All Heritage
One with severe depression
Weathercock
Bones which
Came the cry from time to time
Than the belly button in that
But also the era of cold
Ice overnight
Give birth to many feet. Four search
Their own home, without the source of the name
Once
Errors into the sentence, a Tang dynasty poet
No birds of the mountains
Not deserted trails
The only old man, with a fishing rod
The trees and the temperature probe
Thousand years later
A head are all white eyebrows
Suddenly emerge from the water, said:
In fact, the colder the outside
Third,
Dark mirror
Eskimo sled slid into
Will no longer come out
Many urgent things that happen
The ice is always unawakened
There sure some things
In the wriggling
The release of
When the whole mountain
Retreat to
The desire to seal the following
I began to watch intently the surface of a large mirror
See the landscape gradually thawing frozen
And hear clearly
Alaska innermost
Silent roar
Will someone out? Mirror
From within the depths?
I have a chirping birds, the feel
The idea of flying
Thoroughly over the disappearance of the glaciers
IV
Ice can not be our cemetery
We will never take us
The softest part of the
Buried in its skin in the rough
Our hottest, newly hatched dream
It was buried in the cold
No one has visited the bones in the
So smooth
Who have stretched a hand to not enter
No one can detect
How deep the wounds which
It was the carcass of
Light
Brutal
Our history of bronze-like
Refracted into a bubble
Long
We only owned a snow and sleep
We dream of holding a large cold
Eye to see the dream debris into worm
In the ice
Squirming and moving
Door, I do not know in what direction
Perhaps simply do not export
Simply do not want to come out worms
Also hand out ice cold
Invited us into
The empty inside
Then we have short life
Compressed into
The eternal loneliness
Forehead to endure in the past, close to the ice cliffs
What a magic touch
We have done many major life decisions
Only this time only to find nothing to do with Plato
How alarming touch
Ah! It covered the splendid, from
The virginity of a man frightened Li
Everyone will see it bow
And then left quietly
Chastity
It is said that the same hardness of ice and chastity
Do not ask me can dip in and out
Look at me
Leaps from the horizon once again
Flying down
Cangming in a spark clashes
Postscript:
In September, we take the old friend and his wife lim "Love Boat" with the Alaska trip, scenery along the way should
People, Autumn is strong, and visit Glacier Bay National Park (Glacier Bay National Park), especially once
Novel and shocking experience. Ship sailing slowly in the meantime, all the way to see many of the Millennium summit snow island
Into the Bay Area, the ship immediately near a huge glacier, almost within reach. Four thick ice of this area
Thousands of meters wide and twenty kilometers, more than one hundred kilometers long, is said to account for two thirds of all the world's glaciers.
The face of heaven and earth is so old and magnificent natural landscape, a universe of feelings of awe and magic can not help but oil
But students, not just the phenomenon of things here, but a solidification of the eternal. At times I found dense natural
Some years the ice may be hidden in the wizard and some kind of supernatural power. Logically, there can not be any ice in the
Biology, but experts found the ice to freeze the ice there is still a bug actually survived, and its way of life is extremely
Mysterious, it can only live in very cold, the ice melted, the temperature rise, is dead.
Has shown signs of ice, the heart secretly excited, but when the poem in the making, there is no romance, actually
Because of the emotional grip a lyrical language is difficult to write long, but the image of the ice chest into a combination of
Group thinking of symbols, different from my previous work state of mind. After finalization of poetry, only to find them not only no
Management to follow, and a loss, as I first saw the ice feeling.
1997
I.
He first came to quietly go right again
He occupied the attention of the world as well as far as
The most mysterious parts of the soul
He leaves lie between the public
Lying long forgotten in the vat
He landed, shuddering
He squatted on the roof but never condescending
He has always been dumb Mo
Never investigated why the color is so pale
No history, no tracks and footprints
Opened last year's photo album
Cold, still there bare
River Sound
His laughter, but also elegy
Second,
Wall of snow fell asleep last night
Detour to a table, the letter did not finish
I looked intently
The yard for a frozen snow robin
Funeral ... ...
I'm drinking hot coffee
Bong glass rubbed his hands, rubbed his
Has been turning
Rapidly turning
Until
Have the windows down on the snow (the clock kept in the eradication of their own)
Third,
Continue to write
Non-rhetorical tone
Under the leaves, a little taste of snow
Loss of white, its complexity
Is shed for many occasions expressed the painstaking efforts of a snake
And I must let you know
From the start last night
Snow came to himself, ridiculous as I
Same applies nothingness
I (the clock kept in the eradication of their own)
Opening night of the ... ...
About face if he is not finished to my masking
Including hair, skin, nails
Pulled out last year, tooth decay, and
Emotional scorpion
Thinking of cockroaches
Long hidden in the subconscious part of it poison ivy
(Clock, kept
In
Elimination of their own)
IV
I was intimidated the first fifty years, was fooled by a pair of wild pull over and hand vigorously pushed far cry this is age-old monologue Hundred Years of Solitude and there are more lonely I am full of desire and he was extremely greedy he refused to go to a bunch of roses but I suddenly felt my garden is fashioned a snowman in the sad (clock, kept in the eradication of their own), how will endure when the melted ice water over the face, the kind of itch tumbling down from the history books the kind of despair over a Zaifan Xipo cassock wearing the kind of sad for a number of other tunnel tunnel staring
1997
You have their own
White may not need any name
Flowers of death in the most sober eyes open
We therefore kneel
Ashes of the time came to be
And we are nothing, blushing
Hiding in the pocket, such as a pseudo-currency
You are the fire baby, growing up in the spontaneous combustion
No matter who's arrogant to provoke you punch pomegranate
Elevated plus it angrily, but the violence against sweat
You are the legend that half of the candle
The other half outside in the ashes
1965.8.20
Hole
Hole
It was the first wind Audition
Other end of the cold rain and biting case
Infarction with the middle
A small fraction of the dark embarrassing
Xinhai that year
Puts on the chest and the bullet had a row of dark
Humming
Lie Lie
Motors fifty seconds
Buried fifty seconds
We are not dead
The first buried
Youyi resurrection of the speed of light
Hole, hole
We are a group of infants and forced out of the fish
Time uterus
Terminal is not the goal
Ding is the wok
We are thousands of waves in the heap
A sea of a skim a lake poured a small drop in
With wave-by-
No name of a stream
Floating also helpless
Shen also helpless
South of the canal if it is nice
From both sides
Taomi heard the sound of water washing toilet brush
While we panic wind
Actually not
Temporarily stopping to ask in this phase, because
Because this is the tunnel
Xinhai tunnel leading to the year
Windows, cold air, such as cutting
If the arms of the revolutionaries are still ringing in the razor edge
Year
After Jiuhan
After leaving a suicide note
Yang with a straight face into the history of their
To and did not come
Year
Begonia from thick snow cover
Out of a bloody struggle leaves
Driving through Xinhai Tunnel
Humming
Lie Lie
Buried fifty seconds
A die can be considered
Martyrs are buried in the first
But not dead
Also be regarded as a living law
Hole
Just fifty seconds
We have a small cut through the eternal black
Is left behind
Bloody infiltration of the last page of war history
Tick
The hole is six plow
Audition biting wind and rain but
City funeral home, and left
On the right is a mass grave
Then in the past
Is the Ching Ming Festival
June 2, 1983
Trivia
We went to the Lok Ma Chau
The fog was rising, we look around in the loss of Lema
Palms began to sweat
Binoculars to expand the number of times the nostalgia
Chaos in the distribution of wind
When the distance is adjusted to the degree of heart
Flying in the face of a distant hills
I hit into the
Serious internal injuries
Sick sick
Sick as a hillside of azaleas that burst fades
The only one left
Squatting on the piece of "No cross-border" sign behind
Hemoptysis. And then
Startling from the paddy fields in an egret
Over the Shenzhen
Then suddenly back off
But this time, partridge to fire tone
That cry of smoking
A sentence
Through off-site cold spell in March
I was burned to make red eyes, Xuemaibizhang
Vernal equinox is after you Waking of Insects
Ching Ming Festival, also not far away
I actually can understand the accent of Guangdong
When the vast land of rain
Translated into the language of blue
Here! You say, Futian Village, and then the last is Shui Wai
Homeland soil, within reach
But I caught and beat up fog is still