Beidao
Everything
Everything is destiny
Everything is smoke
Everything is the beginning without an ending
Everything is the pursuit of a momentary lapse of time
Every joy without a smile
Every suffering without a tear
Every language is a repetition The Pursuit
All Joy Without a Smile
All Suffering Without a Tear
All Words Repeat
All Interactions Are First Encounters
All Love Is in the Heart
All the Past is in Dreams
All Hopes Come With a Note
All Beliefs Come With a Groan
All outbursts have a moment's peace
All deaths have a lengthy echo
Answer
The vile is the passport of the vile,
The noble is the epitaph of the noble,
Behold the gilded skies
Which float with the bent reflections of the dead.
The glacial age is past,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope is found,
Why are there a thousand sails in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
with only paper, rope, and figure,
in order to read the voices of those sentenced,
before the judgment.
Tell you what, world
I-don't-phase-it!
Even if you have a thousand challengers at your feet,
then count me as the one thousand and one.
I don't believe that the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe that there is no retribution for death.
If the ocean is doomed to break its banks,
Let all the bitter waters pour into my heart,
If the land is doomed to rise,
Let mankind choose anew the peaks of existence.
New turnings and shining stars,
are adorning the uncovered sky.
That's five thousand years of hieroglyphics,
that's the eyes of the future people gazing.
The legend continues
On the ancient clay pots
there were legends about us long ago
But you keep asking
Is it worth it
Of course the fires will be extinguished in the winds
and the mountains will fall at dawn
Melting into the river of the funerary night
The bitter fruit of love
will fall as it ripens
Here and now
As long as we have the setting sun to crown us
What is all that follows
What is it
The long night
The moments of tossing and turning and silencing
The days (Bei Dao)
Locking up one's secrets in a drawer
Locking up one's secrets in a drawer
Leaving an endorsement on a favorite book
Dropping a letter in the mailbox Standing silently for a while
Surveying pedestrians in the wind Without a care in the world
Watching out for neon windows
Dropping a coin in the phone booth
Asking the old man who fishes under a bridge for a cigarette
The riverboat pulls an empty whistle
There are days in which the dark dresses in front of the theater are not in the right place. In front of the dark dressing mirror in front of the theater
Gazing at myself through the smoke
When the curtains shut out the noise of the sea of stars
Turning over faded photographs and handwriting under the lamp
The chords
The woods and I
Huddle close around the little lake
Hands in the water
Disturbing the rain swallows' deep sleep
The wind is alone
The sea is far away
I walk down the street
The hustle and bustle is blocked behind a red light
The shadows fan out
The footprints are askew
The safety island is alone
The sea is far away
A blue window lights up
Below stairs, a couple of boys<
Strumming their guitars and chanting
Cigarettes flicker
Wild cats are alone
The sea is far away
On the beach, you fall asleep
The wind stops at your mouth
The waves creep in
The waves merge into soft curves
Dreams are alone
The sea is far away
The sea is far away
The sea is far away<
Red sailboats
Wrecks everywhere
The road, how it stretches from foot to foot
Sliding into the pupil of a streetlight
Rolling out, and not the stars
I don't want to comfort you
On the trembling maple leaf
Written on a lie about spring
From the tropics Sunbirds
didn't land on our trees
And the forest fires behind them
are nothing but dusty twilight
If the earth has long since frozen over
Let's face the warm currents
toward the sea
If the reefs are the image of our future
Let's face the sea
Toward the setting sun
No, to long to burn
is to long to turn to ashes
And we seek only to sail in silence
You have long, flowing hair
And I have arms, straight up
Title-less
To give me my hand
To let the world that is blocked by my shoulders
I won't bother you anymore
If love is not oblivion
And suffering is not a memory
Remember my words
Nothing will ever be the same
Even if there is only the last of the poplars
Like an uninscribed gravestone
That towers at the end of the road
Fallen leaves will speak
In the Fading and whitening as they tumble
Slowly freezing up
To hold up our deep footprints
Of course, who knows tomorrow
Tomorrow begins another morning
Then we'll be in a deep sleep
Go
Go
Down,
Fallen leaves blowing into a deep valley
The song But there is no place to return to.
Go,
The moonlight on the ice,
has overflowed from the river.
Go,
Eyes looking at the same sky,
Hearts beating the drums of twilight.
Go,
We have not lost our memories,
We go in search of the lake of life.
Go,
The road huh road,
drifts with red poppies.
Only one petrified seed
The lie of the rolling hills
doesn't deny its existence
And all the teeth that represent the wisdom
and ferocity of mankind
are patiently looking forward
to the one and only fruit
After the blossom has flickered
They've waited for Thousands of years
The square of desire spreads out
Wordless history
A blind man gropes his way
My hand moves on white paper
I am that blind man
The elegy
Widows offer up
Icons with fine tears, waiting to nurse
The pack of newly born Hungry wolves
They flee from life and death one by one
The mountains shrugged and carried my howl
We besieged the farm together
You came from the smoky farm
Wild daisy wreaths drifted in the wind
Toward me, holding up tiny, firm breasts
We met in the wheat field
Wheat growing wild on granite
You're the widow, lost
It's me, a lifetime's worth of good wishes
We lie together, sweat-slicked
Bed drifting on the river in the morning
Since yesterday
I can't go deeper into that music
Only bend down, hovering over the black record
Hovering in the pale moments
In the background fixed by lightning
Yesterday in each flower a ghostly scent
Yesterday a folding chair was opened
To seat each one
Those patients waited too long
That winter's shore in their eyes
It's long and long
I can only go deeper into the winter shore
Or, on the contrary, deeper into the hinterland
Skimming the red leaves that fill the trees
Deeper into the dark corridors of the school
Faced with all kinds of specimens of birds of prey
Presented in a bronze mirror of dawn
The falcons gather their only focus
The center of the typhoon is serene
Singers like clouds on the shore
Only hospitals frozen in alabaster
whisper
In the bronze mirror of dawn
Presenting the dawn
Sailors from the patience of despair
Experiencing the bliss of the stone
The bliss of the sky
Treasuring the happiness of a tiny gravelly
clam shell
in the bronze mirror of dawn
presenting the dawn
the sails on the roof did not rise
the woodgrain unfolded the form of the sea
we looked at each other across the table
and were finally going to lose
this one and only dawn between us
Imagination in the East
Steel blades in the wind turn deftly
Cattle and sheep on the dam disappear
The trees bow together towards the winter
Green leases to the army
Branches are caused to be big ships when
The flood comes
Luxurious times
Feasting its guests
Bronze horns, fine wine
Oriental imaginings on bamboo chairs
are the sun that never sets
hanging over the brick kilns
A heaven made by craftsmen
collapses meteorically
Lovers sleep in the echoes
Of that turn-of-the-century bridge hole
People in angelic masks
collapse from the bridge
The rainy night
When the puddle of broken night
Shakes a new leaf
Like rocking one's own child to sleep
When the light strings up the raindrops
Adorns your shoulders
Shines and rolls to the ground
You say, "No."
You say, "No,"
So determinedly
But the smile gives away your heart.
Low dark clouds rubbed your hair with damp palms
Rubbing in the fragrance of flowers and my hot breath
The elongated figures of street lamps
Connecting every intersection, connecting every dream
Capturing our joyful mystery in a net
Past sorrows Condensed into tears
Soaked your handkerchief
Forgotten in a darkened doorway
Even if tomorrow morning
Gun muzzles and bloody suns
Make me surrender my youth, my freedom, and my pen
I'll never surrender this night
I'll never surrender you
Let the walls gag my Let the lips
Let the bars of iron divide my sky
There will be a tide of blood as long as the heart beats
And your smile will be imprinted on the red moon
Rising every night at my little window
Waking up the memories
Lost in time
Following the whistles of the pigeons
I searched for you
Tall forests block the sky
The path
A lost dandelion
Leads me to the blue-gray lake
In the slightly swaying reflection
I find you
The unfathomable eyes
Reader's Notes
The forbidden flowers and plants
are the history of grain
Under the studded sky
Paper butterflies dream of
A family of stones
The red pawn in that chest
Drives me forward
I'm a king or a pawn
The shadow of my shadows, and I cover
The stormy seas on the other side of the river
Passion
The fiftieth generation of the The rats
wave their long whips
love stories
After all, there's only one world
that prepares us for the summer of maturity
and yet we play by the rules of adulthood
continuing our childish games
not caring about the man who falls by the wayside
or the boat that runs aground
Yet the sunshine that benefits lovers
also lays down dark and weary nights on the spine of the laborer
Even on the path of a date
there's frost that lands when the eyes of enemies meet
This is no longer a simple tale
And in this tale now
there's you and me, and many others
Gu Cheng
Far and Near
You
look at me one moment
Look at the clouds the next
I think
You are far when you look at me
You are very near when you look at the clouds
June 1980
A generation of people
Blackness has given me Black eyes,
and I use them to find light.
July 1979
Nameless little flowers
Wildflowers,
stars, dotted,
wanting to be lost buttons,
scattered on the roadside.
It doesn't have autumn chrysanthemums,
curly blonde hair,
nor peonies,
delicate looks,
it only has tiny flowers,
and skinny branches and leaves,
which dissolve a faint fragrance
into the wonderful spring.
My poems,
like nameless little flowers,
with the wind and rain of the season,
quietly open on the
lonely earth ......
June 1971
The Origin of the Stars and the Moon ☆ The Chimney
The Origin of the Stars and the Moon
The tree branch tried to tear the sky,
but only poked it into a couple of tiny holes,
He penetrated into the sky with the light of the sky,
which the people called the moon and the stars.
The chimney
The chimney was like a giant rising up from the flat ground,
Looking out at the earth covered with lamps,
Keeping on inhaling the rolls of smoke,
Thinking about a kind of thing that no one knows.
September, 1968
The end
In an instant -
The collapse stopped,
and the heads of giants were high on the river.
The mourning sailboats,
walked slowly by,
unfolding their dull yellow corpse cloths.
How many showy green trees,
twisted and bent by pain,
in putting the warrior crying caresses
cutting the missing moon,
hidden by God in the thick fog,
it's all over
May 1979
the pattern of the sea
a
a house. Leaving the complex
Alone in the air
Blue, spooky streets swimming underneath
We sat on the floorboards
We kind of liked the floorboards
We looked at each other
We kind of liked to look at them
Two
Alone alive
Alone at the sea
Scared at times
I think the sea must have been cool
The bottom of the sea was scattered with silver coins with teeth
I think the sea must have been cool
Coconuts just love the sea water
Three
Houses are made of wood
Holding the darkness in light
Living for how long
in a beam of light >What falls to the ground
You're beautiful and want to be like me
You're beautiful and want to be like me
Empty floorboards ringing over the south
Four
Thunder from the delta
I'm incinerated
I can't spit out the flames
Tongue-in-the-dark trees drifting over the sea
I can't spit out poisonous flames
The sea was hard
The sea showed white teeth
Five
There was a page of the book
Never closed
You know, there is a fragrance in the rain
Sometimes the breath aggravates the water
That silver glittering huge wish
That silver glittering almost dropping of desire
There's a page of a book that's closing
Six
I'm holding your hand
You're always there
Gravel-sticky hands are always there
The swarms of bees in the Pacific are always there
From one shore to the other
You're always there
The winds are buzzing on the high seas<
Seven
The door opened wide
The door slammed against the wall
Tiny sprites fluttered
Moths died after laying their eggs
There was no one out there, a layer of roofs
The rain walked on memories
Lights in the distance shone you down
Eight
I saw coconut shells Floating on the sea
I've disemboweled coconuts
I longed to be disemboweled by the sea
I flowed with fresh white juice
I've reached an estuary
Where there were birds and stone statues with their backs
The river god swam with the birds
Nine
I prayed silently in the rain
My love surrounds you
I hear the bells returning to the holy place
Patterns appear on the shallow marble
Patterns on the shallow marble
Patterns on the shallow marble
I see it with my life
ten
The sea is right in front of me
Big, white, closed sea mussels
right in The bed, you didn't see it
The sea trembles right next to me
The pattern of a thousand seabirds
Trembles right next to me
You didn't see that pattern
July 1983
Dream Gardens
Now we go to a dream to get out of the rain
An umbrella that is low, and red
Your smile is extra bright
You look at me, I look behind you at the
black poplars, on which the birds
fall a single lightning bolt
Last time, too, we were here
It's after the rain, and one
To either side, disoriented, muddy lands
are withering, and in the middle, a river
A waterway, its cool blood flickering
cool, floating in your mouth
August 1982
Good-bye
You turn silently to one side
facing into the night
Deeper in the night
are the dense lights
They are always together
We will always have to see each other again
Good-bye
For good-bye
October 1980
Separate seas
I'm not going to the sea
to fetch blue ice
I'm going to the sea to catch fish
Those white-haired waves
are leaning on the reef
examining the old army hats
Sighing in turn
You say: the sea
Has delicious ice floating
Don't sigh
And don't catch the old fisherman's goldfish
The sirens are like hydra
Small in courage
Don't fish for the Oriental bottles
There's a devil angry in there
I don't have any fishing gear
Didn't bring heavy doubts and a gun
I took my heart with me
I thought, go out into the open sea
Just say, love you
The fish will follow me
Swimming to land
I said, don't you close the window
Don't move the lamp
Let it burn
In patterns of gold enamel
Burning
I love exquisite praise
Like the sea breeze loves your hair
Don't close the window
Let the sea breeze caress it thoroughly
I am trying to make you dream
There's a shadow
Floating on the deep abyss of the sea
Rain is pounding on the planks of the ship
There's another world where there's no shouting
The iron anchor silently
Passes through clumps of seaweed
You say, can hear
Singing between the storms
Standing like a man
Shaking the thick brown rope
You say, can you still see
The water splashing open
Underneath the
Dark and smooth The sea currents
I'm still thinking about that bottle
rising slowly from the broken bones of the ship
it was made in China
painted with pale green Song water patterns
painted with fishes and starry nights
and the pale green water patterns were their conversations
and the bay
that pointy-hatted cottage
I said, "And the cove
the pointy hat hut
That you
Window open in the morning
You slumbering in black hair
Hands hiding in fine silken sand
That china vase
Will still be spinning
August 1982
I don't know how to love you
I don't know how to love you
Smugglers Still breathing on the island
The little crabbing light
Still on, red
Very mysterious, heathen
Still sailing in the icy water
Rubbing oil on the animal-skin sails
Waxing the paddles
Rolling the bilge's damped casks
I don't know how to love you
I don't know how to love you< /p>
There are murder weapons on the shore, black boots
There are nights in police uniforms
There are pulling shirts, shells cracked
Clouds as rough as limestone
Clouds that are gathering
Are crying without a sound
Salty and low, crying
No mackerel in the little girl's grassy blue
No mackerel in the grassy blue
I don't know how to love you. p>I don't know how to love you
In puddles of varying heights
there are oysters, and a
stoned path
leads to the bottom of the sea, where the water droplets
rattle
quenches out the torch that plummets down
Lead black and curdling
Water droplets rattle
A century, water droplets
I don't know how to love you
On the way back to the village
I turned into a dog, tirelessly
intimidating the ocean, forbidding
it to walk in, whoever slept
I'm still barking
making echoes
Scales shimmering in the soft earth
Winds in the Sighs in the rough earth
Flat snails licking tear stains
I don't know how to love you
Iron on the door, rusty rain on the sea
Some sleep in beds
Some float on the sea
Some sink to the bottom of the ocean
Comets are a kind of cutlery
The moon is a silver cup
The moon is a silver cup
Always floating, holding that
Beautiful lemon, beautiful
Stop it, I don't know
I don't know myself
February 1983
Coming
Please open the window and caress the fluttering autumn breeze
Summer is like a cup of strong tea, clarified at the moment
Never again No more nightmares, no more huddled shadows
My breath is a cloud, my wish is a song
Please open the window, and I will come
Your dark hair floats, and behind it is the clear sky
Rattling rooftops, soft flags and people
They go on in tiny steps, and they don't raise the gray skies
I've already come, and there's no need to suffer anymore Waiting
Just close your eyes and find the lips
There was once a boat that drifted from the riverbank to the steep wall
The sunlight tilted like wood pulp and dipped in cold dreams
Ho, there is no king of kings, no spirit of all spirits
You are my love, my undying life
I will speak of all that is far away, in your blood
The earth is a mausoleum, covered with the sound of memories
August 1982
The alley
The alley
Curved and long
No door
No window
I take an old key
Tapping on the thick wall
June 1980
Sometimes. I really want to
Sometimes I really want to
Go to the seaside all night long
To the summer resorts
To the middle of the tired dunes
Collecting warm bottles ___
White as daylight, green as sea water
And brownish-yellow
And anger that no one pays attention to
I know
that the man who sings drunken songs
will come again, and the coins in his pocket
will still be wrong-toothed as usual
he smiles a crooked grin
and sprays contempt in my face over and over again
great, and I wait
and wait and wait
and here it is, and the great bells boom
and I'll be there, and I'll be there, and I'll be here.
I'm going to throw everything between the tremors
Go for a burst of delight
I'm going to leave the world with beautiful dangerous debris
For the red-eyed gods and the bosses
To clean up slowly
June 1982
Maybe I shouldn't have written
Maybe, I shouldn't have written
I shouldn't speak with my eyes
I'm bound to the rock by a coarse life
Suffering from the thirst of dreams
Suffering from the sound of the auctioneer's appraisal
Crawling over my body
I'll be decided by the world
I'll be decided by the world
And yet never decide on the world
I struggle
as if just to tighten the noose
I shouldn't have written the letter
I shouldn't have, please don't read it
Keep it in the flames
Until the long night comes
July 1981
Photographs
The sunlight
flashes in the sky
Buried again by dark clouds
The storm washes away,
the negative of my soul.
June 1979
Morning Flowers
One
All the flowers sleep
Wind comes a little into the fence
All the flowers sleep
Wind comes a little closer to the fence
All the flowers gradually on the grassy slopes
Sleeping, and the wind comes a little closer to the fence
All the flowers hold nectar
All the fine leaves
Hold nectar
Two
They chirp with their flower quartz
They chirp with their flower quartz
They chirp with their flower heart
They glisten with nectar on their fine tongues
She chirps with her heart of the flower
Hummingbird in my ear Pecking softly
She chirps with the heart of a flower
The wind rattles near the fence
There are children in the distance, a foamy clamor
She chirps with the heart of a flower
Afternoon shadows are big and light
She chirps with the heart of a flower
I see
Her and the dreamy one near me at once
Three
The afternoon shadows are big and light
The morning flowers are thin
The morning flowers sleep on the slopes
The morning flowers are thin
Window shells painted by the sea
The same way, thin
The morning flowers are thin
The land shakes like a wooden tub
The wooden tubs are on the sea, the wooden tubs are Of the sea
The morning flowers are of the sea too
Four
I'm not of the sea
There are bright ripples in the air
The flowers are thin
I'm not of the sea
Morning flowers heh
I'm not of the sea
They sing with their hearts
On the sea. I'm being gently rubbed
Crumbled like a leaf
And a little bit sweet
I'm not of the sea
Flowers are sleeping, where is the morning
The wind is sidling a little bit
Through the fence
April 1983
Pure Land
In the fall
There's A land that is blue
The road is full of blue-fluorescent birds
and leaves
All the wilted notes
are floating in the air
It's bright up ahead
The sun is tight against the brim of my hat
There's none up ahead
Sometimes you can hear the tinkling winter
Snow flakes
The sign on my book
will come off there
February 1983
The twilight
You walk alone
Your wife
has been covered with black velvet
The cemetery isn't that far
It's the one that hangs next to the sun
Remembering makes a man feel warm
After the eclipse
The light that buzzes and flees
Makes one think of
A hive of slow earth nectar
All is not far
Truly
A sky-blue tombstones
Will rise up
Will offer up those blades of grass
Flaps of grass and birds of prey
That are melted out of pure gold
They will Thoroughly chirp
All around you
In the morning
Will disguise themselves as tiny stars
You've set many a star
Have waded the river of dawn
To the forests of the red pines
To see an old man
Whose daughters are the stars of the beginning
And he's like a patch of snow
Spring is turning into clouds
At last a pair of red boots
Crossed the forest path
You stood barefoot
For a long time
Fixing a ledge
You lubricated the linden wood
And gave it a silky sheen
And varnished it little by little.
You painted the lilies of the east
all over your new room
Your bride
was the flower of the evening
You used to retreat from behind the curtains into the valley
After dark
Witches burned the fires
Poachers sang on the tops of the hills
A great flock of stones
Trailing their tails
At the vessel that grinds the pig iron
There's a spoonful of pewter
Trying to turn into the moon
Splashing out in all directions in despair
You've been burned
Licked by the sun
You've been agonizing over that big anteater
It's right there at the end of the battlefield
Your helmet of steel Shining like a beetle
You pawed at the dirt with your feet
Until the triumphal columns clattered
Knocking over the Congressional and vegetable pots
You stood up steadily
You stepped down from the platform alone
You were warm from the sun
And you were as warm as a hollowed-out bird.
Like an empty bird's nest
The rainy season is over
The children have flown apart
The south wind cries intermittently
Straw is thrown on the field
Bundles of straw are tossed on the field
Sunlight is loosely spreading out
October 1982
Source
Spring water of the steps
The chain walks softly through the horse of the forest
All my flowers, out of dreams
My flames
The sea's glare
The strongest soldier in the clear sky
All my dreams, out of the water
A link of sunlight's chain
Air from the wooden box
Fish and bird poses
I whispered your name
June 1984
Suburbia
An earth-colored child
followed me
Like a wish
We didn't know each other
Walking in the foggy countryside
Walking without talking
p>I couldn't leave her behind
I've believed in others
Believed that morning cabbages
would make dolls
that the dew would look east and west
that the green stars wouldn't bite
Believed
that in the wild foliage
that there was no one who ate the flowers
that the bees were all volunteering to work
The sighs of wolves and old branches
are equally touching
The crushed amaranthine
never cries
it only comforts its companions with a wet, bitter color
I was buried in the dirt, too
She was more beautiful than I was then
Her blood
was like rubies As pure as rubies
Would shine on the broken stalks of grass
And on her forehead
Drifted the breath of roses
I couldn't wait
Couldn't walk any faster
Nor could I let the walk go on
To make her forget her way home
That's how it was
The walk
Walking
With a mist on the countryside The countryside was foggy
up ahead
A beam of sunlight
shone on the side of the city
Jagged smoke
was billowing
June 1982?