是游客下山的小路
羊齿植物
沿着白色的石阶
一路嚼了下去
如果此处降雪
而只见
一只惊起的灰蝉
把山中的灯火
一盏盏地
点燃
【Review】 这是一首富有禅意与禅趣的风景诗。古代禅诗常常将清静本心的人生旨趣化为一种孤寂空闸、适意淡泊的诗境。诗歌选取“晚钟”、“暮雪”作为描写金龙禅寺的意象背景,从听觉与视觉的感官交错上营造孤寂空朦的禅境之美。“晚钟”幽幽,渐归寂静,如同“游客下山的小路”,把人们从现实此在带向了一无挂碍的空寂闲的悠远意境。禅本是静虑、止观的意思,强调心灵参悟,追求心空的境界。在诗人的想像中,若是暮雪满山,定会有一只灰蝉惊起,把山中灯火“一盏盏地点燃”,其实,点燃的正是人们心中知佛的明灯;。天上人间,万象大地与心灵世界幻化为一,“我心即佛”,“我心即山林大地”,自然、人与佛融而为一,虚廓心灵,超然世外,这是诗境,更是人生之化境。诗歌的跳脱感悟的禅思特征与西方现代主义的非逻辑的诗性思维与体验性表现方式有着暗合之处,诗人作了巧妙的沟通。 (王泽龙)
[鉴赏]
这首诗的意象使用了通感,谐音、联想的机巧,寥寥数语,以“隐”为“显”,颇得“少即多”的旨趣。可与古典诗歌之幽静“隐”趣相比,体会现代诗“隐”中的诙谐感和热情。 (陈超)
[鉴赏]
《金龙禅寺》是洛夫的一首短诗名作,可以看成是东方意象主义的一次优美演出。作者深层次的生命体验,简约而干净地蕴藏在诗中意象的精心联结中。第1诗节中“晚钟是……”和“……一路嚼……”于修辞上的精当,曾获得如潮的赞美;第2诗节中在降雪背景下用灰蝉(蝉于禅同音且形似)去“点燃”灯火,也让不少的人惊艳莫名。人们喜欢的是它的隽永、干净,也喜欢它将诗引导到生命和心灵的隐约热度上去——也许,这就是洛夫先生理解的别具一格的禅! (象年)
[鉴赏]
这是一首精妙的现代禅诗。它注重将现代主义的技巧——意象的变形和错位、通感和拼接等——融入东方趣味的古典禅境。具体来说,诗中运用了时空置换——晚钟敲响时游客下上,时间化的悠扬钟声与空间化的蜿蜒“小路”对接;动静移位——植物沿着雪白的台阶以其羊齿嚼了下去,静态的“羊齿植物”与动态的“游人”相互错位叠合;感觉幻象——奇特的遐想打通了听觉和视觉,产生了类似电影蒙太奇的艺术效果。人与自然化合了。最后,在蓦然回首的刹那,传达出了一种生命的顿悟和瞬间生成的心境。总之,通过对现代主义诗歌技巧娴熟运用,把黄昏时分游客下山这一平凡至极的普通景象,营造出一个充满禅趣的耐人寻味的空灵境界。(杨四平)
[鉴赏]
有“现代禅诗”之称的《金龙禅寺》属于洛夫风格转变之后的轻灵淡远之作。整首诗从表面上看虽意象单纯,不过,反复品读便会感觉到隐含于其中的空灵意境。“晚钟”与“下山的小路”,“羊齿植物”与“白色的石阶”分别通过时间和颜色作为内在的联系,并以动词“是”、“嚼”的通感手法,将别离的游客情态跃然纸上。“如果此处降雪”独立成段,既在颜色上再度呼应前文,但更重要的是为这幅宁静的画面加上“偶然的灵动”。末节的“灰蝉”与“灯火”既是游客晚归的一种继续,同时,也与开始构成了一种时间上的必然。整首诗,动静结合,好似一幅素雅的图画,而如果这时再重新体味题目《金龙禅寺》,便自然会让人想到“禅境”的空旷。
教学侧重点:应当联系作者诗风的内在转变,动静结合,通感手法的作用进行讲读;其中,时间上的必然联系,与降雪的偶然性都是突出“禅境”的包容空旷的重要途径;也不妨与王维的《山居秋暝》进行对比阅读,可能会效果更佳。 (张立群)
[解析]
这首短短11行的小诗(有人称之为“现代禅诗”),为什么会引起那么多读者的喜爱和关注呢?在一定程度上,诗人自己的一段话对我们理解这首诗很有启示:“最令我自己不解的是,有时我会在极偶然的情况下,任意挥洒出一些‘无心插柳’的作品;这就是说,这些诗往往是我自己不以为然,而大多读者却给以出乎意外高的评价,《独饮十五行》《金龙禅寺》《有鸟飞过》,以及《裸奔》等即是如此。”(《我的诗观与诗法》)诗人进一步解释:“这些诗通常是未经苦思,遽尔成篇,好像它们早就隐伏在一不自觉的暗处,呼之即出。诗贵创造,而创造当以自然为佳。所谓‘自然’,大致就是像一株树似地任其从土壤中长出,因而宇宙的秩序,自然的韵致,生命的情采也就都在其中了。”
在洛夫看来,诗和禅是相通的,“诗和禅都是一种神秘经验,但却可以从我们的日常生活中体验到。我对禅的理解是:从生活中体验到空无,又从空无中体验到活泼的生机。诗与禅都在虚虚实实之间……”
在平常和纷繁的生活中体验一种与世界对称的神秘或哲思、诗意,一直是古典诗人或一些现代诗人所乐此不疲的追求。这首《金龙禅寺》,从一种隐喻的层面上揭示了一种无处不在而又极少被人参透的神秘与“自然的韵致”。寺庙,诗歌,在本源上具有相当的一致性。寺庙,这是远离人间俗常烟火而又为俗世众生所祈盼的神秘处所,众生往往对之怀有一种深深的敬畏。而诗,从造字上看,从言,从寺,寺亦声。诗,是面对庙宇的一种与日常相区别的神秘而神圣的言说方式。而诗人洛夫的这首写金龙禅寺的诗正切合了这种不无神秘的诗歌与寺庙的本源上的巧合。
“晚钟”、“小路”、“羊齿植物”、“白色的石阶”,构成了第一小节的主体意象。在暮昏时分,游客沿着石阶铺成的小路下山,钟声悠扬……山路弯弯……而“游客”(一定程度上是诗人心灵世界的投影,但诗人没有用“我”的主体方式呈现,这使诗意的呈现更为客观,自然,节制;而这种客观,自然和节制又衍生出更深的韵昧和情致),这些注定要下山的群体,其归宿只有一个——融入和复归“山中的灯火”,也即常态的生活。而人,个体的负累种种,如责任、道德、情感等等,而个体的空白,或曰一种心情和灵魂的淘洗,正是由这些“晚钟”、“小路”、“羊齿植物”、“白色的石阶”构成的,而“咀嚼”正十分恰当地说出了一种留恋和不舍。对这些事物的留恋在“游客”或诗人自身看来,又是短暂的,注定要消失的,因为,这都设定在一个晚钟敲响的黄昏时候,随着黑暗的无限膨胀,这些留恋之物只能成为一种记忆。
第二节更带有诗人主观的一种想象,也是一个转折。“如果……”,诗的完成由此而展开。“降雪”、“灰蝉”、“山中”、“灯火”是主体意象。第一节诗人所展示的对寺庙和“晚钟”、“小路”、“羊齿植物”、“白色的石阶”的留恋之情诗人似乎嫌它不深。诗人又在另一个空间将其无限延伸和丰富。这是一种灵魂的打磨和照亮……如果一场纷纷扬扬的大雪,从空中静静地翻卷下来。那么山中一盏盏点燃的灯火,却在另一种向度上使雪的背景增添了一些暖色。而那只“惊起的灰蝉”我更情愿把它视为诗人本身。在诗中,“雪”和寺的意象是相互打开的,都是神秘之物的具体表达。而正是这只蝉(“禅”),将“雪”(禅寺,神秘之物)和“灯火”(常世的温暖)关联起来,将二者打通。
这首小诗的可贵之处,或者说引起读者广泛共鸣的原因,就是诗人并没有落入古典诗人在自然和意境中的单纯留恋,诗人在对神秘和神圣之物表现出敬畏和流连的同时,也对人个体必须承担的常态生活表露出“温暖的致敬”。一首好诗,一首重要的诗,应该是具有包容力的诗。而这首《金龙禅寺》就是这样一首好诗。 (霍俊明)
I stare at
Midnight coffee table
A Korean pears
It is indeed a
Cold tentacles
Flashing brass color
Pear
Knife cut open
It is the chest
Actually in possession of
A good deep-well deep well
Tremble
Thumb and index finger gently Nianqi
A small piece of pear flesh
White innocence
Falling knife
I bent down to look for
Ah! All over the floor
The skin of my brass
In addition to sails
To the tides
Until the afternoon of the left shoe prints
The right shoe print had been dusk
June was originally a very sad book
Ending is so poignant
- Sun_set_ Xi Chen
You still stare
Show that the eyes of a white
He knelt to you the whole afternoon yesterday, tis beautiful cloud
Sea yo, why all the lights being
Loss alone shine alight
What can seize it?
It used to be called your eye cloud
The existing one is called
Smoke
是一条未穿衣棠的
小河
你的信像一尾鱼游来
读水的温暖
读你额上动人的鳞片
读江河如读一面镜
读镜中你的笑
如读泡沫
I did give out the mountains here, the depth of detection
Oh breath on the windowpane
Finger painting and then a long road
And the end of the road
A back
Some people away from the rain
膝盖有些些
不像痛的
痛
在黄土上跪下时
我试着伸腕
握你蓟草般的手
刚下过一场小雨
我为你
运来一整条河的水
流自
我积雪初融的眼睛
我跪着。偷觑
一株狗尾草绕过坟地
跑了一大圈
又回到我搁置额头的土
我一把连根拔起
须须上还留有
你微温的鼻息
Since forming at midnight
After midnight, the occasional burst of shivering
He will be classified as a
Irregular verbs, and trying to come up
Why insist on the sun to run along the direction of blood
In addition to the snow outside the window
Leaving only the dead trees on the bird hanging on a thin
Then thin kite
Partridge sound, its penetration
Better than all of the knife
The Square
Why is that statue never sound
He said he was not too clear
He is the man
Pupae of the men hidden in a chest
Go into his throat, his fingers dig
How I wish there was a butterfly
From vomiting in the
扑翅 out
II
Hat left his father
Clothes left to the mother
Leave the children shoes
Pillows left his wife
Tie left to his friends
Umbrella left neighbor
(He hit a yawn)
Beds reserved for termites
Books left cockroaches
Photo left to the wall
Letters left to the fire
Shi Gao left to weather
Beaker and left to the moon
(He slowly squat body)
Hands and feet back to the forest
Returned to the soil skeleton
Hair returned to the grass
Fat back to the flame
Bloody returned to the river
Eyes back to the sky
(He suddenly looked up)
Joy returned to the birds
Sullen back fist
Grief wound back
Back to the mirror depression
Returned to the bomb threat
Back to the historical loss
(Ready to sprint -)
He began to dissolve Jiequ
He began to mix the dust
He started into the blizzard of
He started to enter the tree
Begin to melt into the steel
He began to rub into the floral
Subsequently promoted to
Can be short or long can be flexible
Or clouds or fog was also implicitly also
Indistinct Yixuyishi
The
Naked
General General bare mountain pine
General water fish generally bare
General Tobacco General bare wind
Evening Star General General bare
General fog bare cents
General General bare face Tears
Ter
He bolted
To an avalanche of bells......
That cemetery, at a loss as we
Dead and not dead, and are looking for an epiphany
A moonlight on the grass
Simple
We have laid down his life loved, really
An attempted suicide grenade can attest:
One morning to cheer the
Night fell into the sea roared the sun can attest
What we can prove yourself?
Walking, singing, and a tie to prove?
We have loved, because we have repeatedly died
In a long time the city had not been gentle
Earth tied on the tracks after whipping
Side of the canyon
As for those flowers
They have been molded into the one up high and smile
If the cemetery come from, you will remember many things
Many monument
Many names
Many in the mud, holding hands
Many face
Many faces of the mimosa
Raising dust obscured line of sight
To enable us to identify
Dangling on the cliffs of the soul who is who
You did give out the cemetery
Out from the stranger's pupil
Filled with a number of expectations, a number of interlinked precocious
I do not know where
Where to tears
Qingming next
水酒 lavished with flowers where the prime
Perhaps you have forgotten so many things which
Many kite in the sky many
Rut in the ground many many
If you come back from the grave
In the teeth of people around the world
Toothpick to the white
Peacefully in
They tick
White teeth
Sub-group of horses according to claim condor
From the pile of corpses
Launched into
Squatted in a row
Lichtung dried tree on
Are teeth
With a thin root
Ribs
Big wind and rain, the day the earthquake to shake the occasion, a gigantic broken When the bird gravel paper, the sky and fly ... ...
First stop
He flew a restaurant Chang
A
Suddenly lit up the sky
Wine over the altar in the flow
Hong spent a roomful of congratulatory
A piercing roar from the sword
Silent stars
Have a voice to the glory of Jesus Christ
Alarmed by you, then Weiwei
Sitting alone in the history of the case, according to the other end of
Days capacity, said the appearance
River Hill is the forehead and the blood vessels of your
Thousands of miles by the wind
Moon _set_ Haohao
Flying hither and thither posture, suddenly suddenly North South
Mission Central is a boundless sea of chaos
Rolling thunder from afar
No, it is split Jingtao shore
You are the sea, the sea no dressing
Red naked, the ups and downs
You are between heaven and earth
The roar of the Millennium brewing
II
Gown with a side stitch
You boarded the restaurant proudly
Standing beside the hand railings on the negative, leaned wondering
Who is the brightest lights in a light,,.
Then, suddenly falling a half-empty white Rujin
Butterfly wind into the city is
Eddies in the light of all windows
Fight a beacon
This is just right, you say you want to use the moon to write poetry
Sentences for those who flash
Flying over the homes of ordinary people
Then all the way to the inner light to the palace gate locked Court
Bring it! How can both said no drinking immortals
I not drunk drink
Your toast to the shadows on the wall
Thousand Lonely eternal worry
In the best of overlooking into the sound of a whisper Yang
You remember that day in the most drunk?
In Jin Gong, being a large clump Peony after Xiaxing
Surusumi moisten pen ladies asked:
You are the wine, spit wine, wine drinker disease?
Undress inside the boots off to be asked:
You are the domineering of the poet?
Yang Zhelian you did not answer, such as sword swipes
See the paper haze everywhere Dayton
Just write down the first sentence of Qingping tune
It startled child's wooden garden peony after another drop
Chen Xiang Ting Wai snowing
In the freezing cold in the Ying Chi
Song for the Emperor to warm your hands
Yang laid the lines for the
The way a fine spring
C
And Chang
Wine should be a poem should not place cents
Go! Lift your hip flask
Xieqi your poetry books, poetry books in the breeze and the moon
Had come to visit you drink five lakes in the Sanjiang
The left bank of the Yellow River to wash pen
Right bank of the mill sword
Let Bifeng and Jian Qi
Tang Dynasty to the moment of a brilliant
The corrupt official is always something Jiuxing
It does not matter anymore chic
Yong Wang may not be able to share your Citing the Youqu
The trio of drinking
Presumably there will be no chatter
The generation of expression of political opinion to the mountain stream
Why should you go to that muddy water drip
Exile Yelang worth mentioning, boating Dongting
The Three Gorges to hear the sad sound of absolutely no matter whether apes
In rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes heart
Rivers and lakes is bound to be a risk of your sentence poem
IV
Cents learn to better
You Ching Lin was originally a good-looking
Feet in the mud, the blue sky overhead
Water without Egawa
Red has been a wash of alcohol
Catch whales on cross-
Is nothing more than yesterday's Merry, Merry's yesterday
Now you are
Songshan thirty-six peak flying cloud
Yao Yao into the bell of any wind and rain
Can not forget the machine is another matter
That very afternoon
Dai Tianshan Road to visit once in the afternoon
Peach rain I do not know where to go flow
Afternoon, I finally see
You seize the peak to which the waterfall leaps
Into the
Rolling away in the stream
Open only one morning
- Balzac
A
Emperor
From
Sound of water in the
Extracted from black to mourn ray
II
She is
Young's family tree
Yang opened the first page there will be
A piece of white meat
A mirror of the Rose
Gently wipe the bloom in
The so-called natural beauty
A
Huaqing Hot Springs in the
Waiting hands around the
Bubble
Sound of everywhere
Li palace
Wine flows from the body of the Hong
Lips, sucking vigorously after
Is 呻呤
The ivory bed, limbs extend
The mountain
Is water
Asleep in a river Another river
Subsurface torrent
Flock
Country thousands of miles
Until a white songs
First emerged
C
He held up the hand of bird burned
Shouted:
I love
Because
I want to make love
Because
I am the Emperor
Because
We used to meet flesh and blood
IV
He started the newspaper in bed, eating breakfast, watching hair, memorials marking
Stamp
Stamp
Stamp
Stamp
From
King does not Zaozhao
V
He is the Emperor
The war
Is a pool of
No matter how rubbing also indelible
Mucus
In the 锦被
Rage in the distance
Distance, the flames rose the snake, dumb in the sky
A terrifying hair Gua Jiaoren
Pigu to red tongue
Lick the earth
Six
River
Between the two stocks are still burning
Battle
Can not play
Affairs of state campaign
Snake, womenfolk of the blood flow only in a certain direction
Six military is not made today
Bale fills before this Mawei
You is that Yang Xu
Holding you to square the wind
Lots of expensive fertilizer
Nutrition with
The other roses
Or
History
The other terminal illness
Seven
Hate, mostly from the fire started
Looking out the window he
His head
With the bird and swing
Eyes, with the sun_set_ color
He called that name
Buried in the echo
Actually the eve of the line around the room
Weiyang window for each fan
He stood over
Cold white fingers picking his firepans
Qingke sound
All the city ban Begonia
Wither into the night
Autumn
He put his beard a knot and a knot, untie and then unlock, then negative hand pacing, shoes, sound, acoustic shoes
, Shoes, sound, a tuberose in the window behind the explosion, and then stretching fingers grasp a Waterways, gurgling sound of water
, He had not read the river flows through the palms Why weep when trained, rather than growl
He dressed and into the sky
He burned his skin
He awoke from a Han Yu
One thousand rooms of thousands of candle burning
Outside the building the moon shines on the sleepless
A woman walking on the wall
Face between the vague
Eight
Suddenly
He frantically search for it the black hair
And she handed over the
Smoke plume
Water, bound promoted to the cloud
Is the soil, the Soviet Union must step into the parched tongue
Face hidden in the leaves
More desperate than the sun_set_
A daisy in her mouth
Well in her eyes a black
A war inside her
Lead to a little storm still unknown
In her palm in
She no longer toothache
Not out
Tang measles
Her face into the water is relative and absolute black and white
She no longer holding a plate of salt and screaming hungry
The hands of dignitaries helped her
Crawled
Pointing
Chang bluestone road leading to a ... ...
Nine
Time July 7
Location Palace of Eternal Youth
Pathetic man, a tall, thin, of
Woman without a face
Flame, continue to rise
White air
A pair of wings
And
A pair of wings
Monthly flying into Dianwai
Color gradually go away gradually
Murmur
Flashing and bitter
The rain came the echo of one or two short sentences
1972.8.15
Accidental head only corridor to the neighbors, I zheng zhu
In the morning, to betray the man dead nude
Any exchange of a black roaring across his vessel
I zheng zhu, in my eyes swept the tall stone walls
Above that two blood trough hewn
My face started as a tree, the tree growth in the fire
All the rest, only their eyes moved behind the eyelid
Many people are afraid to talk about toward the direction of
I indeed saw off bitter pear to be growing on
In the ring, you can still catch the wind, the cicada
2
Those who knock on the door, copper cups should continue to show off the past
Both brothers will come, all will drink from my impatience full capacity
Their hunger as prime indoor flower pot
When I open my eyes after a slight, metallic sound there
Clank from the intramural, crashed on the meal guests
Is an afternoon of heated debate followed, all sorts of dirty show
Language is only a pile of clothes had not been washed
Then to be hurt, they laid hold permanent residence as a group of the beast
She Shi silhouette of the tree are split by the sun
Its height will be when I face the sun_set_ Lengsu
3
Who like the roots of the will does not depend on
While struggling to hold up the deep mountain
Do not pay attention like wild strawberries in Marriage of eugenics
Let the children walked through the swamp
I am a servant of the blame is accomplished in a number of morning
Grape growing on the rocks you've seen the sun bow to you
When I stretch the inner arm, grasping the roots enlivened
I had come so drown in your blood
The fruit of your skin, clothing for your stem
I am humbled same applies back the number of death row
4
The total joy of a person's name as
Weight buried the meantime, the edge of knowledge in the unsolvable
Grains were married in the private manufacturing risk of fetal embryos
They say: my taste gesture with his tongue licking
Enough to make the Amazon, such as crazy, if all of the redfish charm
So change can be predicted for each
Can be teased out a name after the finger marks
There are some practices, such as the sound faded step
If you just want to laugh and smile is not simply
I put all the songs to kill, and even joy, including
5
Posture of the match to the embrace of the exploding world
Before burning the city, a mob cheering born
Has been to the snow season, sunflower reverse echo of the neck to find the sun
I once again see the dark corridor into the flash from the door
Basin of fire to kill
Light in the center of the street eating bats layer after layer
We did in vain for that space under the house between the heartbroken
Some of the clothes shine, some rot on the inside face
Coughing so much, so many withered hand
Can not hold a little warmth
6
If you frighten me awake
Please open the window to those who died in the city or
Do not have to go in my short canthal turn aside the sentence
It has death
For the eye that is buried
I was trying to draw on the amount of the Ching-kuang First Clearing
Besides, we have to vigorously crack me as ice cliffs
Fireplace, I look at my cold water poured into
With a smile
Side of the flow into your spine, your blood......
11
Tiger kicked over the pace of the coffin to the streets lights
It was a strange power and prestige
Women who were folded like a lot of quality silk pillow
I went the distance, looking for their own burial ground
Planted a mystery
Just know the value of the ashes, it will fly
Squirrel camel, between the skin and between the soul
To know even one dead in my heart
But I do not know your God, and as I do not know
Rising lotus is a desire, or some kind of Zen
12
Penetrate from the left cheek right cheek Lightning
Clouds Zhipi down, when the echo everywhere
Mountains suddenly approaching, numerous long-closed eye pupil impact
I smell the rot of time from the lips smell smell
The sound of the snow is so angry, still the color of the crocodile
I squeezed in a bunch of the long head of the family name
Headstones so humble as to hand me cold
Cut in its interior, and another window, but I have read
Pleasure on the olive branch, the white garden
Death voice is so gentle and still the peacock forehead
13
They went so far as such a choice tomb, the soul of shy
Again a veiled woman went back to the womb Qiuai
I wake up is a huge stone from, out of a palm
People identify, and the signs of the original just a bunch of bones of corruption
So that some people tried to release my anger to Mi Gailang the Law
I breathe the beautiful Puritan sun hungry
Written in the winter sun's face, hollyhocks and asters shadow on the overlap
I like a Zhengmu the bark of the beast, in the tongue and the tongue teasing Jiequ
Many customs were swallowed, so not as spontaneous as the growth
We have many passions isolation between last night and the next night
14
You are unawakened water lily, summer flounder
You are hesitating idle on a ring finger harp
First met in the hands of two elements, between the Rose and the rattlesnake
Wheat field was abandoned in the autumn afternoon
Are you sure you do not know which urn the ashes of tragedy
Prisoners in the room, no one care about your love in the flesh
Death is broken pots, do not knock will be crushed
Blood flow in the sun_set_ will see the skin on her feet in the
Why you can not read at the time of the fire burned his body color
Why do you want to cross the circulation of the eye peg nuns
15
If there are a cry of wheat in the rock
And another for a particular action, or a gesture by the crush
I will once been the experience of chewing
I will send as cold as ice scream
"Oh! Food, you are being murdered by HSBC Depository real!"
Summer in winter, the amount of anxiety is still slowly crawling International
Intramural slowly through the eyes of the two, looking like kudzu
Hanging themselves in an, when approached in silence, a variety of colors
When should forget the chores and depressed all day, actually can not forget
I was known as something meaningless and tired
30
Nude Sculpture by passersby as a general
I suppose, how my body in shape in a larger hands
How to be a good arrangement, so that after the show mocking smile
This the first time the sarcophagus of a dumb
How much I do not trust this one quiet combustion
Drink in Lethe, have you ever seen a high not drift past the flowers open
The ancients are no longer here, and the blank is still the color of one of the most moving
We still put up with the song of a mountain in front of you
As long as the creator of careless abandon that line Reminders
You will locate it outside the towering on the wing
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Still unknown who recognize the hand, the door will be opened faint
I dodge jumping into your pupil, the black drink which
You are the roots, but also fruit, solid in one mind _set_ Chitose
We formed a circle dance, and make fire from
In this way, and I'm in the black by the burning of pupil
Shop at the occasion of your eyebrow a armpit. Lead early in the morning,
Undertake early morning wake up the other stars of the fall and
To confirm that the pain is to echo the time, or go when the shoe print
You then carved his silence closing
Oh, so quiet, so we blink
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Is naked and the advent of the reasons you want?
Daughter, did not recognize you before I have tasted the salt in your eyes
In utero you have to learn how to clear
How to rub out the time on the couch sounds
And Hui Zhang and hurl the day into night
We have been to light, was the clear atmosphere with a Su-lian
We have lost in death, the Chinese fans at the wheel moving static
And you are yesterday's way more than a thousand marks in a rut
When the plate in the container of your future
You are eating our present greedy
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By a number of sleeping position, constitutes a dark night
You are the oyster, the two shell folder from the surging sea
Oh, cry, I swallowed a live audio stuff
Let me point out your Double Vision stable
Let me announce to all of the hair: I'm the black
The world is an arm of the sleeve, you have to empty all the time
Palms stretch, stretching for the catch tomorrow
You are born of the black, a flash is a feast
Guests are to hurt the eyes of you -
Planted a lily of the valley in the chest
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Work out from the ashes of thousands of thousands of white cold hand
Lifted it into a burst of sun
When the distribution is still on the ground into an Projection smoke
Hence the soft creeping, rolling down the spine to the soles of the feet and then up contradicting
- Along with a soaring black dragon
Mistake to be sculptures in all ash trees
All the iron ax who are aghast at the command of silence
To wring the river as he twisted in our sweat glands
The out_set_, we ended up waiting to die like this pair
CD ashes is the beginning
而你是挨我最近
最静,最最温婉的一朵
要看,就看荷去吧
我就喜欢看你撑着一把碧油伞
从水中升起
我向池心
轻轻扔过去一拉石子
你的脸
便哗然红了起来
惊起的
一只水鸟
如火焰般掠过对岸的柳枝
再靠近一些
只要再靠我近一点
便可听到
水珠在你掌心滴溜溜地转
你是喧哗的荷池中
一朵最最安静的
夕阳
蝉鸣依旧
依旧如你独立众荷中时的寂寂
我走了,走了一半又停住
等你
等你轻声唤我
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
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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
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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. . . . .
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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