现代中国 杯中冲浪 Wang XuSheng  现代中国   (1965~?)
One poem at a time

Wang XuSheng
  Although windows and doors were shut tight,
  the students, without thick clothes, were shivering
  like a thin sheet of paper.
  It's really not easy for the Siberian cold snap,
  marching across the frontier
  and through the inland provinces to Shandong,
  to carry out the long-range raids upon our class,
  the geography teacher said.
  
  Bleak was the view outside the building.
  Teeth of the children chattered
  like the rustling twigs on the plain.
  No longer able to watch the students' suffering,
  the young teacher slowly lifted the globe,
  and decisively ____insert____ed his first and middle fingers
  into the notorious wind gap in the Altai Mountains.
  
  At once the sound of the wind died down.
  The sun shone through the window panes.
  Flowers bloomed and birds sang along.
  
  But that was a temporary lull,
  After which, the emotional teacher cried out
  And fell down on the ground, deathly pale,
  The two fingers of his right hand darkening.
  As for the globe, hard ice, two fingers deep
  Spread over the long and narrow land
  between the Tianshan and the Altai Mountains.

Wang XuSheng
  不敢俯瞰
  这无奇的古井
  不知那深处
  连着一个怎样的龙脉
  一桶
  一桶
  竟未能汲尽
  喂养了一个孔子
  和
  三千弟子
  三千弟子也罢了,竟还有
  七十二贤
  
  不知这水是如何的
  “既清且渫”?
  饮水的徒子徒孙们竟个个
  口吐莲花
  一部论语
  一部孟子
  一部大学
  一部中庸
  吐整套的儒家文化
  
  夫子站于井沿
  将柏木的桶吊到水底
  然后轻提
  意料不及,竟拽出
  一部
  中国教育史和中国思想史大系
  
  三米井浅
  两千年深邃,又何止
  但我怀恋着
  孔夫子驼腰拔桶的动作
  具有舞者的美感
  孔夫人
  摇动木勺临灶搅粥的姿势
  一如夫子书写时的淋漓
  2005-10-3

Wang XuSheng
  Attentive to their small wings fan
  Buzzer buzzing around you
  40 pairs of compound eyes kept flashing shutter
  Qingfen your language from your
  Lotus mouth to spit you, spit a whole pond
  Tingting Bibi, Tada again and again
  All of your behavior, including sound
  Will be carved into the hard drive
  They do save lives
  You copy them
  As they record your
  Three fragments of a complete
  If you put all the pieces continued with
  It is a Lotus
  From bud to bloom throughout the process Lianpeng
  Looking for the root it? Please clawed through the platform that the skin layer of cement
  That layer of bricks, that layer of sand, under that layer of mud
  Depression into a pool of blood and sweat
  Perhaps the long standing
  Swelling, or obese
  Flanagan, like really fat lotus melon
  2005-11-25
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Wang XuSheng
  If there is a deep dark
  In my body
  Umbilical under eyes
  Pubic place
  If my heart
  Falling from above
  From the chest
  Fall in abdominal
  Then the terrible gap
  I would like to
  I will not live
  But -
  But things are far more serious than imagined
  My heart is restless
  Has risen to the throat
  It
  From higher up the vertical
  Landing
  I put my head, and finally listen to
  Echo from the deep end
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Wang XuSheng
  麦子拔节以后
  衍花以后
  灌浆以后
  甚至结籽、籽实以后
  我总是
  一遍遍的
  顺着地垄走
  
  那水泥的墓椁虽说比桃核硬
  但四年了,我父亲
  也总该拱出新芽了吧

Wang XuSheng
  ◇ left ear self-mutilation
  Lord, ah, Give ear to my prayer, hear my voice - "Bible"
  God, ah, I have to remove my left ear for you
  Beer cup resting on your side. So God, you are not
  Hear the voice from the body from the servant
  Keen to hear the pond frogs
  Ambush in the terraced rice paddies on both sides to hear the calls of the earthworm
  I think you can also listen to all the village dogs barking Miscellaneous
  They take me away
  Lord, ah, I heard you blow the bubble pattern glass of red wine singing
  Do you hear
  I wound blood, through the floor of the blunt
  Lord, ah, if you take me away
  If you hold anything against me nagging
  Might as well give it to my ear degrading prostitutes
  I was often the unfortunate prostitutes
  Give me a warm Aiti
  ◇ Sunflower
  I lay me down to sleep, I'm awake, Lord have blessed me - "Bible"
  This is God's chariot, that I can be a lot of buying with a sickle
  Please, please Lin Xing I and highest in my painting table, let me describe you
  In my deathbed, to the descendants of gods painted on the track line
  O God, you have _set_ a good sit, you Chuanchuang from
  Results from your team, please
  Visit my moldy, will close the studio
  Finally, listen to my prayer
  Please judge my soul. Then, (wait a minute)
  All the paint and other swallowed my mouth, you can
  Perspective of my stomach. Which verifies
  Van Gogh is not a dark and visceral. They can tear
  Painting paper, clean, good color
  Ah, God, What you really come
  I seem to listen to your talking
  Noble skirts issue, it's beautiful music
  And my eyes, sunflowers are on the desktop
  Each with attitude, and that flames of petals, like a fluttering colorful flags flying
  My black room, suddenly brightly lit
  God's body and plenty of swaying Xin Jing
  Doctor, give me the brush
  I will have to become eternal twinkling of an eye
  ◇ Green wheat field
  Many people, saying: "He could not take the Bible God's help 。"--""
  The beginning of Genesis, God created wheat, the third day
  May, the plants that have learned to worship the spiritual
  God, our God, from the East
  Brilliant imaging to date, the highest in the top, by the instrument
  Painter looked at the scenery, the hearts of joy
  Catcher conception, filling fragrance makes him sad
  He knelt on the ridge away from the wheat fields, praying towards the East
  O God, since I was born in your wheat field
  Why is that farmers and when I removed the same as _Set_aria
  My God, please call the shots for me, please do give me a woman wife
  The way God made things difficult for
  God did not say anything
  Naturally not fathom what kind of painter silent God
  He listened and immersed in this magnificent front
  He thought the color
  He forgot wronged
  ◇ Star
  Let all mine enemies be ashamed and greatly dismayed, they need to be ashamed suddenly.
  - "Bible"
  God, my soul has been off the carcasses of my
  Abnormal quiet little village
  I did not commit suicide shots of air breakdown their snoring
  Mouse is still stealing food and stone field
  Only a green flies smell
  My intestines and the friction winded grass stems gowns
  I am struggling to catch up in the
  Lord, ah, I have not take care of so many
  My legs are trapped blood loss
  My soul has gradually light
  He rose to the church along the spire
  The home of the gods, and that the vast sky
  Has been visualized, moon and stars and night
  Colic patterns show
  Van Gogh the painter know the same God and in the
  He understood God's pity
  Know that our Lord Jesus
  Hate people who hate painters
  God, our Lord so that
  Child, you do not grudge
  Contempt for you that the people who have been
  In the dream I heard the wrath of
  They will receive doubled because of shame of you
  Humiliation
  ◇ To Theo. Gogh
  Vincent-year-old, our God
  Took his rib made the Theo, Van Gogh's brother is
  So they made a couple close as brothers
  Like his brother's shadow as the day with the help of the artist
  Forgot the artist, like a shadow at the same
  Theo behind neglected
  However, their relationship, after all, a special
  God said, can not abandon his brother for the brother, you should not be married
  Brother do not know. My brother got married. Vincent then die
  God said, Vincent, do not lose bone in the flesh of your flesh
  To maintain the integrity of the artist, not arbitrarily discard the lives of
  But Van Gogh did not know. Van Gogh committed suicide. Then his brother died
  God, ah, our common God
  What you want to take this metaphor of the tragic story of what
  You are like farmers planting corn as the two points into a cave
  Not so the fall come to free rooms in addition to their
  2006-2-15
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Wang XuSheng
  Reading and neighbors often kind of white hair
  Mother around to surprise
  Wood and spent so
  Then suddenly Geshi the pain of Health
  Since the incoming after cerebral
  True mother like shelling away
  Shen Pan fresh voice and face a mere formality
  Lost Jervis
  It is difficult to explain in words the feelings of
  This is not the pain the pain
  I talk to who
  The impact of a disability leave
  Leave a bloodstain hard for others to witness the
  In my left ventricle
  2006-1-1
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Wang XuSheng
  兵围九匝,仍复进复出
  万军中取彼将首级
  如棚中摘瓜
  最毒莫过于你重瞳的怪眼
  一道零下60度的寒气
  让潜伏的敌射手
  心惊胆裂,箭不能射
  
  然而杀人如麻
  天意不活
  纵然渡过乌江
  也泅不出孤儿寡母夜夜的哭
  2006-1-6

Wang XuSheng
  一个妒字
  烧前朝和后宫成红铁
  弄权的女人
  躺在红铁上
  利索的将自己熔一卮绿鸩
  随意
  射杀
  她随便哪一位敌人
  
  历史已不惊诧于老女人
  人雕的技艺娴熟
  只微叹她那一刻的
  气和心平
  2005-12-26

Wang XuSheng
  A
  Wear eye, but after the monsoon
  I hate
  In addition to students because it makes me shudder hateful outside
  And the friction can not light a fire with my fur
  This worship of the world's only me
  Is hard, shouting that the world
  Hard
  So I like the stars
  Alarming hanging overhead, and to keep students fall
  May
  I Imagination, in which a fruition
  I fired at supersonic
  I dream of a black bird
  Cosmic Assault
  II
  This barrier nest building materials
  Arrhizus
  As if covered with a bird bone phosphorus
  If
  I hit phosphorus fire, was originally
  Not go out to remind people that
  Home position
  But at the moment I put my head buried in the wing
  And the holes open a window
  Night tide as it
  Instantaneous flood
  In addition to the owl outside
  The eyes of all animals
  A star of the fleet carrying his soul
  Seize the opportunity
  Extradition
  C
  A large caterpillar, Tangzhao night river
  I swam to the
  It is to implement the attack
  I sly smile scold
  And good opened his mouth
  Let the enemy kill me home
  Climbs the beam into my horny beak
  Then
  Pass unimpeded
  Deep recesses of my internal organs
  I love my enemies
  Allow it to carry poison, a pistol, or dagger
  And my weak organization duel
  I pause to wait
  Internal hemorrhage
  And wait for the bleeding to be my enemy
  The intact
  Drift out of the body
  Then rest in peace
  IV
  If I want, I deeply bent
  Cough
  A green Tianchou
  Since the stomach
  Uproar out
  So the twelfth lunar month of the wind wafting
  Wings of the locusts and cicadas
  However, I now too late to cough
  Take my breath away
  Contemplation
  Food after June
  Under the strain of Bacillus
  Are meet by chance
  V
  On a poplar branch in space and time
  Daily necessities, love and hatred and war
  Are wearing away the wall
  War, blood and blood fertility
  The loss of the same and the smell of fear
  Leaving only a layer of dark grass stick
  Bird greener pastures, wood _select_ion and planting clean
  Eventually cut off clean
  Away the birds will eventually abandon the nest
  And then, finally it? Bird?
  Such as eggs, like Princess Loulan
  Hack for me to drop to
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Wang XuSheng
  1 farming
  After coming out from the teacher
  He has a soft spot for farmers
  He raised his bullwhip does not play clumsy ox
  He hit me and his other two sons, warns us
  Need the best grass cattle
  We are on the nose of his strange
  Big Brother said that cattle are not your son, why
  Pegs are covered with cow dung smell than the human excrement
  2, urine tank
  Foggy winter morning, his father Dan Zhao cans of urine out of the house
  He Yingyingchaochao, and through the very small alley, and then went
  Wide streets, along the road downhill
  Go straight ahead and take the terraced rice paddies, ridge, furrow ridge
  Back to the village when the sun came out
  His shadow fell to the ground, the village, into the street, into the alley, into the door
  One after the urine of two clay pinch pot
  Stumbling stone bricks brushes against the ground, actually not bad
  Neighbors were also surprised by the whites, they say dilute the surprising
  His father was the village of urine tank movie
  His family temple of the screen in the Cup a Imitative farmers broadcast
  3, wheat
  May, we want to harvest a circular gesture
  His father's wheat
  His father's wheat
  The fertile soil of total greed, refused to leave
  Three sharp sickle
  Cutting a layer of cow dung; cutting a layer of fertilizer; then cut a layer of
  Father's urine protein
  We cut the straw home is light
  Brother, I envy wheat
  4, toenail
  Father's nails as thick as the horseshoe
  I like a horseshoe, like the master, cut his
  Aging of the mud
  I can not even find the white chalk of a star
  A row of forty days, I looked at the nurses eyes blinking
  Hope she was relying on skilled acupuncture, but also in his father's veins
  Class ring detected
  5, pomegranate
  Cutting his father learned
  Only the achievements of the two pomegranate trees. Rock sugar, pomegranate, white flowers
  And his father seriously ill
  I go home to see that two fruit trees in the yard, I fear
  So dense white flowers, open crazy
  Mother said that this strange evil pomegranate
  After the funeral his father, a night to escape all the pomegranate
  Mother only unlock secrets. Said the mother sneaky
  It is not a pomegranate pomegranate, which is the ancestral home you always cup, then your father came
  Look, not inhabited wang wang
  6, tile-roofed house
  His father later in life with his entire four tile-roofed house built
  His aim was when he died
  We can tile knees crying in his
  After we Kuwan can live under his tile-roofed house
  Did not think no one willing to stay kneeling End Kuwan
  Now we are three brothers, three-day string of carrying rusty key
  Walking in the busy city
  Only the birds to find a suitable
  Key tied to the birds neck
  Let it find our father away his tile-roofed house
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Wang XuSheng
  Laoniang all in memory, and the outside is not a trace left
  Dajin clothes ten feet II
  Dress was extremely kind Laoniang
  Spring yard, I saw my grandmother led the chicken chicks feeding
  I want to post in her ass
  If an air crash when a large branch, or a bird suddenly blocked out the sun
  I will howl with drooping Oba fled to her fluffy
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Wang XuSheng
  A plump grasshopper in autumn
  The squatting position
  Fertility
  Then prostrate fall for the whole shape of the sheets
  Clean and slightly wrinkled
  Ambiguous look unusual autumn
  Jump with a child
  Through the embankment
  Reverse the line and the time he
  2006-10-24
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Wang XuSheng
  范进疯了。我没疯,但我还在泥塘里
  夕阳已经不规则,像一块尿布
  愈走愈远的举人,以及簇拥后面的高低不齐的邻居
  背影扭曲,杂乱,冰冷
  我的手开张,黄泥仍然淋淋沥沥
  柴草之上,那只范家丢失的老母鸡
  瞅我
  目光鲜艳
  
  范进疯了。我没疯,但我还在泥塘里
  我在泥塘里,细细的
  憧憬他疯掉的的整个过程
  2006-10-25

Wang XuSheng
  An entire whole wheat slices
  Rows of terraced rice paddies in China on their own in the leaves of poplar
  The first northbound wire pole
  Telephone pole east of the
  Wheat Ridge Fifth
  Go inside the nineteenth-step
  Brother squat, no wind
  I squatted down, no wind
  China's wheat quiet, only the north of Poplar
  Resounding down through the leaves
  I do not know when her brother's old sound
  Brother said much to take
  I said, significantly, to take
  2007-11-10
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好猛的西伯利亚寒流
孔宅故井
其实你就是一株莲
顺着地垄走
一位悲剧画家最后的轨迹(组诗)
钝痛
楚霸王
吕太后
鸟和鸟巢(组诗)
怀念父亲
姥娘
秋蚂蚱
范进疯了
十月一纪事