Haizi is known as the last poet in China. He was like a new star, but before he could shine in the poetry world, he fell into the world. Perhaps even he felt that the goddess of literature was too unfair to him. The world looks like the Garden of Eden with beautiful flowers from a distance, but it looks like the melting pot of secularity from a close look. Maybe Haizi was badly hurt. Otherwise, he would not leave quietly in the place where the train passed. As the rail slowly leads to heaven. I hope he can find his lifelong ideal, and those poems left to the world will be the most precious wealth.
Write in front
Others see you
Feel you warm and beautiful
I stand at the center of your painful questioning.
Burned by you
I stand on the miserable awn of the sun
When I stand in front of you in pain
You can't say I have nothing.
You can't say I'm empty-handed.
2. Spring, Ten Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi are resurrected
In the light of the scenery
Laughing at this savage and sad Haizi
Why on earth are you sleeping so long?
In spring, ten Haizi growled low
Dance and sing around you and me
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dust flying
The pain of your splitting is pervading the earth
In spring, the barbaric and revengeful Haizi
That's the last one.
This is the son of night, immersed in winter, devoted to death
Can not extricate oneself, love empty and cold countryside
The cereals were piled high up there, covering the windows.
Half of them are in the mouth, stomach and food of a family of six.
Half for agriculture, they breed themselves
The wind blows from east to west, from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What do you mean by the dawn?