◎Lamentation
--Sacrifice to Wenchuan
Zhang Jiehao
Those who are still indifferent at this time should chop their hands
That way, you can feel the pain, feel the heart of ten fingers
That way, you will pick up the pen and put it down again as I did.
Then you can feel the pain, feel the ten fingers linked together
Then you can pick up a pen
and put it down again, as I did, and then pick up a heavier hongmao
rocks, rubble, shaking it over and over again
shaking it past the sadness: "Last night I wasn't dead
Today I'm only being pressed and squeezed, too! ......"
Ah the isolated mountains, the living things isolated by the mountains
Stones are no longer stones, trees no longer hotbeds and shade
The river is noisy and need not flow
- -It's another creation, attributed to the same Creator
Yesterday you clipped your nails, and today you have to remove the flesh in one piece
--Anything that I have praised, there is no need for it
Green hills, green water, and flowery days --whatever you took care of
have all turned in an instant into a gecko's severed tail
a wisp of blue smoke in the crack, a distant curtain behind the smoke
that's the source of your death
It could have been written like this, "Facing the world. A scholar
is only good at raging, and the oppressed will rise to heaven with their bare hands."
It could also be written, "He who buries me in the river and the mountains feeds me, and I'm not going anywhere."
2008-5-15, 21
Secret
--Wenchuan Earthquake Memorial
Li Zhiyong
I was the only one who knew that under the third window on the east side of the building
there was a child buried
a machine that had just been invented to save people's lives, landed slowly in the air
I alone know
I was digging a small pit in one place yesterday while blood oozed out of it
Someone among us was holding a pocketknife as I was
I alone know
That the child buried under the rubble ended up sighing a long A sigh
In the sea of people, this earthquake hangs over me like a sign
And before that, I was only like a statue delayed in completion
Only on some late nights, the dead came one by one to carve
I have no new questions to ask the earth or the gods and goddesses of the air
Only I know
that there is There is a hell, and there is also
a house that was allotted to me personally, it was small and collapsed there as well
May 2008
Today
-The Wenchuan Earthquake Commemoration
Li Zhiyong
I take those bodies dug out of the rubble as my heart. I think of the bodies dug out of the rubble as my heart now
I wish they could beat, but they are still
Still for us
I am sitting still in a place far, far away
The poplars are growing leaves, and the birdsong has risen higher
In the air, in stillness for us
May, 2008
Please observe a moment of silence
-Wenchuan 5-12 Earthquake Tribute
Zhang Zuoyan
Please observe a moment of silence on a road that is dancing with twists
Please observe a moment of silence on the mudslide that follows it
Please observe a moment of silence on the mudslide that has taken away the flower that was too late to open up
and will never be able to open up.
To the little flower that was caught in the mudslide, a little flower that could not open before it was buried forever
This little flower had a dandelion's dream of flying
A parachute's wish that has not yet opened
Please observe a moment of silence for this dandelion's dream and the parachute's wish
Please observe a moment of silence for a clock
And a moment of silence for a clock that is frozen at 14:28 on that clock
To the clock that is frozen at 14:28 on that clock. 14:28 frozen on it
The earth is exhausted and dark
Silence to the darkness that is more silent than the lips that are closed forever
Only the hanging lake is lifted like a sword above the heads of the people
Silence to the hanging lake
Silence to the river that jumps up all of a sudden
The river jumps up all of a sudden, because the raised bed of the river is like a. It's because the raised riverbed is like
an awl that pierces its clear throat
Please have a moment of silence for a bridge-
it's been cut off at the waist for no reason at all. That fissure is like a wound rolled back in time
Please observe a moment of silence to this funnel-like wound
Please observe a moment of silence to a collapsed, half-collapsed, crumbling wall
This wall has vines on the front and calendars on the back
Please observe a moment of silence to the sallow hood
That grease and fumes were once denounced by us as the dirt of life
But now
It evokes more than warm memories
And a simple but hot, tasty, on-time dinner
Please observe a moment of silence in honor of May 12, 2008
After that date, all the things that have been observed in silence will be the same as they were in the past.
Don't
Small quote
The sun at dusk should not be so big
The playground should not be empty
You're just a child
You don't know the way
How will you get home
The collapsed building shouldn't be so tall
The sky shouldn't be dark
You're studying in it
You're afraid of pain
You still want to read comic strips
Don't break the road up the hill
Don't let the river get so cold
I'll stay with you
No one of us should die
We're going to look for your mom
2008/5/15
National Gothic: Sacrifice of May 12
The National Gothic: Sacrifice of May 12
Yu Xiao-Zhong
We're going to look for your mom. p>Yu Xiao-Zhong
I have many dead buried in the air.
I have a bereaved mother, though I am still alive.
--[Israel] Yehuda Amihai
I know that you are looking at me in sadness
I know that I will be reduced to a wisp of smoke
Between all this, you have used all your strength
You have rolled up your sleeves, and you have been in the debris, the rubble, wind and rain, between darkness and light
You were sons of men, fathers and mothers
Soldiers, doctors and nurses, torchbearers, with different accents
You dug me up, you held me, you cried out for me, you covered me with clean white sheets
All the dogs were reduced to feral dogs, and all the birds were birds of prey
Left with me, the stones as heavy as a sinking, as black as a toad under a jumble of rocks
Leaving me, like a naughty child in front of an enraged giant, a slingshot secretly hidden behind me
I am the paralyzed schoolhouse, the collapsed roadbed
I am the deep pool that suddenly disappears
I am the hanging lake, I am the book that buries itself into the mud
I am the child that is held tightly in the arms of a mother I am the child who, in a great trembling, bites hard
at his mother's breast
I am the grumpy husband who can't change his mind in time to say, "Be well, my dear
I can't even come back as a blade of grass
I am empty of landscapes
I am the smoke spat out by a flame, twisting and drifting in the wind ......
2008.5.16-19
◎The harvest will still be reaped after the holocaust
- As Ivan Karamazov said: nothing can compensate for a single drop of a child's tear. However, accept all the tears, and the countless sorrows beyond them.
--[French] Vey
Those who have traveled for you will be gone
Those who have chopped stones with their bare hands, who have pushed food, who have unclothed themselves, who have held their sons in their hands will be gone
The tears have been too many
The day has suddenly plunged into a long black night
Your bodies, your eyes are covered with the ashes of the holocaust
Still the dovecote, the magnolia
Still the mountains and rivers where you have been sent
This is the place where your loved ones' bones are buried, and thus the homeland
The place where the mother who nurtured you, whose pitying hand
Touched over and over again in the night
After the thunderbolts there is still need to hear
After the holocaust, your fathers and mothers
will still harvest the wheat, the oilseed rape
They are as if they were heaven's gift, the first-born
2008.5.21
◎Day of Mourning
Devil Babe
Hotel of the Living Beings.
Teeth chewing on
Rice, noodles, meat, eggs and vegetables.
For the head
Frequently entering the hollow in front of it, the air continuously parted backward.
Now their lips are quiet. To match the
stiff vocal cords.
Dawn displays the colors of evening.
Through intersecting corridors
Hordes of loneliness collide in ghostly sparks from opposite directions.
Loose hands clutched with longing.
The thing that falls and then
bounces back into the palm.
Never again: the sound of peeing: the sound of pouring water into a glass
.
Always slower than lightning: the sound of thunder.
When you cry in pain, I've long since closed my eyes.
2008.5.20. 5am. Wenchuan Earthquake Day 9
Silence
-Written after the 5?12 Wenchuan Earthquake
Li Yiliang
Silence is Wenchuan, the rubble and stones piled up on the chest of human beings in Wenchuan.
Silence is the dark and heavy sun at 14:28 on May 12th.
Silence is the land's gaping wound.
Silence is the number of deaths increasing day by day.
Silence is the Son of Man.
Silence is the open arms of a father and mother.
Silence is the **** and the Prime Minister of the country
roaring special airplane.
Silence is the firm corners of a young soldier's mouth. It is the nurse girl's
highly raised hand
with the infusion bottle in her hand.
Silence is the collapsed school building.
Silence is an unfinished language class with a clear slate on the blackboard.
Silence is a smashed basketball.
Silence is a small hand reaching out from the rubble.
Silence is an amputated sawn-off lower limb.
Silence is a frozen
shout.
Silence is tears wiped from the corners of the eyes.
Silence is you, silence is me, silence is the selfishness and indifference that you and I can no longer tolerate.
Silence is the protracted moral outrage
that suddenly loses its weight.
Silence is hot blood, red blood
From Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, quietly flowing to Sichuan.
Silence is the caravan running to Beichuan, Wenchuan.
Silence is the six fingernails of a soldier who plowed away between the rubble.
Silence is the time snatched from the hands of death.
Silence is twisted roads and railroad tracks.
Silence is the rooster that morns the morning in Wenchuan.
Silence is the waking dream of people by the rubble of hospital tents
.
Silence is the home of the orphans.
Silence is the sun that rises as usual.
Silence is the people who live after a robbery.
Silence is the forehead that snaps the earth.
Silence is the gold of faith buried deep in the heart.
2008.5.17.
◎Mantra for the Past Life
-"Mianzhu from today to dig out the remains no longer claimed immediately buried deep"
Night
Pots and pans, books, bedding. eaves
door panels, batteries, TV, chickens and dogs
rice, wheat, oilseed rape, ginkgo
novels, spinulose ferns, shellfish, tianmu
dulcimer, huangbo, strontium springs, wolong
Minsan, Longmen, wuchong, sanshyun
giant pandas, golden monkeys, somen antelope
haircrowned deer, hongdangmu, dove trees
copper, dove trees
Xiangfu Temple, Nanxuan Temple, Sanxi Temple
Huilan Pagoda, Yunwu Temple, Jixiang Temple
Mianyuan River, Shiting River, Shisui River
Ma Mei River, Baishui River, Longyi River
Cheongpyeong, Tianchi, Yangquan, Jinxi
Xiaosui, Jannan, Hanwang, Yuchuan
Tumon, Gwangjae, Cheongdao, Banqiao
Zundao, Xinshi, Gongxing, Qitian
Guanyu, Qifu, Shidi, Northeast
Southwest, Wudu, Mianyuan, Xinglong
Nine Dragons
The best of Shu, the main town of Yizhou
Wuyue Shengtian, Yubi Menjin
Zhangtanian, Xianglian, Palace of the Dragon
Wujiang, Xiyou, Yixiang, Yuchun
Wuyue Shengtian, Yubi Menjin
Jangpan New Year's Eve, Xianglian Qiujiang, Westward Journey, Umbrella Snatching
Yingchun Tu, Bridge over the River
Ma Su, Li Qiu, Sun Zhen, Wuhou
Huang Chong, Wang Zhi, Zhang (tree), Guanghan
Mianzhu, Aba, Wenchuan, Beichuan
(Pluck the root of all karmic obstacles to get birth in the Pure Land Dharmaniya)
Nanwu Amitabhaya
Do Tatagaduya, Do Di-Nyutta.
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2008-5-16