Introduction
There is a narrative part of this poem. When I was young, I enjoyed my spare time and love. My girlfriend and I committed to each other. Later, the Cultural Revolution began. The government punished me because of my critical articles. What’s worse, my mother was also punished by them since she didn’t discipline me well. The Red Guards searched my house and confiscated possessions. My girlfriend betrayed me and I was sent to a prison camp. My job in prison was digging an air raid shelter. I felt guilty and confused at the time surrounded by the revolutionary rebels. Our culture and historical relics were destroyed by the revolution. Traditional culture was regarded as an obstacle of the development of the country. My mother was deeply depressed not seeing her son and she soon died. At the end of the Culture Revolution, our country began to develop the economy. The rebels changed roles. Instead of victims, they suddenly became rich people. My girlfriend was one of them. A lot of people started to wallow in sensual pleasures all day. The red guard who had searched my house indulged himself in debauchery and finally died.
In my eyes, it is the era of money. People are busy making money and forget to think about their life. I used to follow the pace of the era, but soon I stopped and began to reflect on myself through reading and writing. I often hide myself in countryside huts. My ex-girlfriend helped me buy a new house and burn the old house in the countryside. I took a walk around the burned house and saw a group of ants carrying bones into the bushes. Then, I had a boring conversation with the ants. The ants blamed me wasting the resources of the earth. Wars and civil quarrels happen continuously in an effort to control limited resources.
Chapter 1
1
I am a lyrical singer with sadness
My fish of poetry comes from
A turbid river
Millions of sunflowers are celebrating
The speedy east wind
Overturn China, the wandering cloud
Nowhere to park
the water remains
My family lies on the shore
Like a cursive jump
So many stiff fish bones
Rolling their eyes, twinkling
The beach listens to this difficult sign language
The leaves are not bright yet
The chirps of young birds under the speedy east wind
Are pushed to the riverbank
Towards the waves
The crying sound in the air-drying process
Glides here. Hawks are praying
The sky is far and wide
Such images structure
The moment, I can only close
Flat and narrow wings
Worry was not born
In the years of the past, recall
A day called banality
In every solar term
A cup of leftover wine and old tea
The dawn of the bamboo fence
Early morning and rainy night, insects sing
I’m drunk, leaning on my heart’s railing
Women of passion, pure and frivolous
Meet in the leisurely afternoon
The iron tree grows madly
An old village stretches toward the river
To get a pot of clear spring and boil the tea buds
The warm cup on the window ledge
The morning bell enters into the dusk
Cigarette butts burn out in her pretty hand
Pointing to the east stream bed
The rules of the world go yang or yin
The river is muddy and dirty
Flowing to the rich and chapped earth
The ancient glory that no longer exists
All those people with wisdom
Paved the road
No one wants to go on that way
The mountains and rivers are beautiful
You can’t bear the dust
And often rub your eyes
Affecting fluency in reading
Talk straight, do what you want
All from the heart
I don’t care what will happen to me
I’m drunk
The desire of youth
and the girl’s waist
I fiddle with white fingers
To the sound of the butterfly flying
The stream is flowing
Like fairies picking tea leaves
I bear an infinite
Desire and even bite the sky
A tiger’s hunger and thirst
The sweat of the beast
Sprinkled in all directions
Ancient play, similar to dance
Kicking, rolling, and covering each other
This endless battle
The origin is emptiness, full of joy
As all the teenagers in the world
Enjoy their ignorance
The flowers bloom and die
Let the willows
Draw ink lines
Splash the ink
The way we met and fell in love
As if in a previous life, she was deeply moved
If forever, water and jade will be together again
I responded spontaneously
Looking forward to indulge
The birds flying around bouncing alley
2
Such a game of youth, as
from heaven, however
In an instant, another scene of desolation
Another trip
Like a narrow door blocking frustrations
Maybe it was a pretty, bear the sharp wind
The new misery coming
Floating life may
Rise and fall in a dream
Look, window and tea brewed
To your temperature. They cheer each other
Then bell of history rings
The pine branch knocks the windows
Already broken. Then an ancient torch
A strong light, like a fire
Yesterday, red flowers and grass on the streets
Colored by doctrines, woven madly
Around the whole city
In the world of our cabin
Shiny tiles all over the ground
The quiet gloom cut
By the beam of light
I can’t clean up the broken mirror
Another thunder looms
At one time, I did not understand that
My home is planted with the flower of sin
Why and where
I found out
Flowers growing on the back of the sun
The rhizome is broken and out of the land
The birds return from afar
Difficult to find the nest at dusk
I’m under control
for disobeying God
Or accused of lust
Layers of blue tiles turned over
And a roof beam
What’s wrong with my mom?
The ovum crossed the line
The womb was questioned
The sheep fell off the hill
And the shepherdess was taken into custody
The years when night was judged by the sun
Whistle blowing, became erratic as weather
Owls, weasels in dark holes
Even ants
From the age of brightness
I don’t know where to go, an alley
With sad lyrical faces
The leaves of the trees smile with delight
and you’re hiding from the dawn
In the darkness of the night
On the street, you met someone
Hid your body
Hid your evil and stood still
Shivering, delivering the fear
The air is supposed to be clear
But the noise of violence is not appropriate
Shaking the future
My mother moaned¬I’m scared
Her weak body
Blocked the whips of the sun for me
The rows of book walls
Toppled by a tall man
His big feet step on them
I arrange my red sleeves and sweep the dust
After a while, the antiques on the bookshelf
were also broken
Mother rushed forward to block
The man with the red armband pushed her
At that moment, there was a boom
The ancient temple collapsed across the street
The revolutionaries shouted
Don’t let old ideas
Hinder progress
Mother’s face was full of sorrow
Mother’s clothes were torn and pushed
onto the black market
Flag-waving on all sides
The crowd laughed loudly
The side-eyed glance of an informer
Flashes through small cracks
Yesterday’s lyrical girlfriend
She stands this side of the sun
Forgetting the promise of a quiet afternoon
The simple tea cup
That still carries her fingerprints
A charming dance
Of shadows embedded in the white wall
Profligacy of human nature
Bright red makeup powder
Swept into a corner
The red armbands pushed
From the shadows of decay
Pushed again and again
into the public eye
Pulled out by the red dictionary
The word charming
Accused with the sun
I am sin itself
3
The campus lawn of yesteryear
In the sound of reading
Textbooks full of powerful Wei-style
Characters kill the delicate
Kai-style historical documents. The past
Was written in turmoil
In every alley of history
Every pitch was amplified
She is also in red
Leading a crowd. The water flows everywhere
With fierce shouts and lyrics
The finial balls of thousands of flags
Are painted red, full of phosphorous fire
The peace of the world
Forgets the rules of burning
Living on the verge
Our times expel enchantment
The passion of youth in my body
Can’t be burned up
Late at night as usual
Loud whistling
Opens my blanket
The palm of the bamboo, red flag yawning
The surging river
Is singing red songs, drowned out
On the avenue of stars
After that, nights of insomnia and melancholy
Knock on my windows and doors
Pouring out a puddle of
Cold, youthful light
4
The dawn seeps into night
Windows deprived
Respect falls into a cave
Adding glory to renewal
By digging and reclaiming
Building the great wall underground
Defending from surprise attack in the clouds
Delightful or thrilling
I doubt my evil body
Could defend the grand and wide land
No, everything even the limbs
Of my soul must be thoroughly cleaned
I just want to pull out
The orchid deep in my brain
The young fellows wielding earthly power
indulge themselves all night
Immodest glance
Looking for something like a firefly
I can let the lonely sweat
Stroke the empty chest
By the wall of shame
Confessing my thought
However, this deep wall
Can’t resist my feverish dreams after all
Dreams about the broad universe
Transform lonely empty rooms
To drown my breath
In this black castle
I without any thinking
Still meditate on a prologue to the universe
And stars flying around the moon
Who was I before my life
Who am I after life
Meditate on the smell of vegetables by the cottage
With the fists of labor, folding hands
A gleam of light found in a shovel of earth
Meditating on the edge of amorous moods
From dance to dream in peace
A new year’s painting of country life
wife, kids, and a brick bed
Bear children and have them at my knees
Noisy as chickens and ducks
A cobra at night
Devours my meditation
Beats up my strong body
and the beginning of new life
In this black castle
The firefly flees into a bright torch
From a dry dusky face
Penetrating the empty porch
Into the temple of Sisyphus
Keep pushing
The endless climbing
Or a crippled and helpless person
Sitting on a wheelchair, thinking about rockets
The one who stares out the window
My mother
Behind crumbling bookshelves
Missing her son desperately, her hair goes grey
Night seems to be calling
A body full of longing and futility
Dead souls repair to my homeland
From then on, my window couldn’t sleep again
My helpless eyes looked up at the sky
A hole on the left
A hole on the right
Light, always in the noble name
Take the night away
Take away the
Tranquility of the universe
And rob the bush of
The joy of a few fireflies
From the first light of chaos
After thousands of years, boundaryless
In the power of the emperor
Who granted this right to a trial
Who has this supernatural power
The first magic axe of the universe
Cleaving digitalis
Coming one after another
The demons of the earth
Demons and monsters are not scared
Fear is the madness of light
Reduced to the courage of subversion
Redefine
Light, a masculine noun
Abounds in the age of the red poppy
Born in 1968
Digging his grave that same year
Chapter 2
1
I am a singer without any voice
Once emeralds and jade pendants
Fade into stones and flurries
Scatter in the sky
Become a stripe of ribbon
Flying around the treetops
My mother’s tomb is next to the mound
The snow sprinkles
Paper money to be burned for the dead
Writing ghost poems without characters
My shaggy hair
Empty cottage
The lyrics without rhymes
Rustling song
My fingers on the Gugin
Destroy the song’s mountain stream
I don’t expect any leopard from another life
The powerful and gorgeous feathers
to connect
Mend my broken and
Lonely words
A running dog is
In the gap between words
Flying dust, crushed stone
The vast earth
A branch reaching to the sky
From lines of dry ink
Walks alone
Natural law
2
On the opposite bank
A display of fireworks and lanterns
Burst suddenly
Like a giant hand crushing the sun
It can explode and like from a magician’s sleeve
The flash of light blasts through the sky
Another sun burst
The elite of the square wait
A gorgeous turn, shake off the armband
Reweave a lyrical red shirt
Push down the shelter full of slogans
Party regulars who used to reach the clouds
Now replace their modern apartments
Blue sky, gold mine storage
You fight for the land, I take the river
Reach to the bank of the sky
The buildings are climbing and climbing
The ants don’t know what they’re carrying
The birds are shaking their feathers
The fragile tops of trees can’t stand
Blocking good air
The clouds quit breathing
The ants stop squirming
The landscape of this new era
Welcomes the nightingale
Singing on my colorful CD
Not ready to shine
I have to use the cold color remaining
to draw a sketch
But my bleeding fingers can’t
pastiche this colorful enchantment
The square of the world is the center of the city
Full of ballrooms
Wine shops and shopping malls
Coming and going all night
With crowds of smiling people
She, too, was often drunk at night
To awaken late
Then, in the copper frame
Try on new clothes over and over again
Her enchanting figure
Enjoys the party again
Dazzling rock lights
Waving hands
The shadow of the dance climbs on the wall
Once in a while, red lipstick and fingernails
Sing a short song and write a few lyrics
Say goodbye to the past
Life is short
Seize the day
Even the man in the red armband
Who forgot to rush into my study
Muscular, powerful feet
Rolled the book on the floor
Now he, too, feigns innocence
Revelers, reclining by the crystal door
Smoke their cigars, but don’t forget to say
Sorry and blow out a smoke ring
Morning and night in our era of indulgence
Push out the energy
Indulge in a black Lantern ball
In the end, his mouth is full of blue roses
Dead in a food warehouse
It’s dark all around
The crowd of thousands of ants
Neon lights blossom everywhere
Like a red-faced orator
The blood of our moment
Can be stoked
Can also be frozen
My feet moved, sometimes lost
Sometimes I wanted to try
I began to smoke and studied
A flood of flower hands rose
In the middle of colorful clouds
Wild chrysanthemums bouquet followed the signs
Originally grown on the edge of the path
They bloomed late
On the streets of yesterday
The former walkers trampled by footprints
And I, nowhere to go
Just put my legs up in suspense
All the flowers
The markets in a daze
Soften my body and heart
The craziness of the cliff
When history reached a point
A brash bison
Dashed to the fence
To congratulations from all the sides
and the ideas of the classics
are abandoned
The chewed grasses
Withered by time
And the history of sin
Becomes a withered leaf in the mirror
Anyone can scrub it off
A page of white hunger
When writing couplets of grain and money
Being the landscape
And reading with merriment
In the community of the new era
I’m ashamed to write
I’m lost and adrift
In the dance of the commercial street
But I turned up missing
Searching
The cold memory
Left behind on the midnight street
The time of parade
The flows of people always flow east
Red wind
Dyed silk fluttering in the sky
The swarm of people overlapped one another
A sunflower’s face
And I always do the opposite
With a dark and anxious heart
Turned toward sunset
Slow pulse
I don’t care about the rank and the title
I just want to trim history into peace and quiet
I don’t care to let the Pagoda trees on either side Do the
self-reflecting
I want to stand behind
Get close to the butterfly’s ears
Listen to the
Photosynthesis
The sound of flowing wood
thin like a spider-web
And fly
In my kingdom
In the dearth of rational and organized grass
Only exclamations of confessions jump
3
In the age of hunger
The law of knocking at the door
Becomes the only philosophy of life
It rings of the bell of history
Falling into the bowl
Digestive system armed
The lack of nutrients
Was quickly replenished
Teeth and esophagus became tough
The renowned birds and animals
Were included in the culinary dictionary
The needle-thin fishing net caught
The baby fish at the loss
The fat fish showed their greed
Their dance of desire. They lived in the house
of the moment
The elites stood in the middle and looked down
at the blood
The blooded sky
The biggest Finance Square
The greedy face of the street
The original sunflowers
Turned around and silver needles were inserted
The sound of selling burst from their spasm
The delicate wig and the pistil in the greenhouse
The pigeons fled
Singing to the dry twigs across the street
Life accessories were assembled
Through the talents of advanced technology
Dissecting human organs
into the anti-principles and modern words
Women’s bodies piled up on the conveyor belt
And bloomed in the name of fashion
I was silly as a stone
Lacking words to describe
the dancing hurricanes
I consoled myself and indulged in
all the entertainments
Chapter 3
I’m a lyrical singer with no audience
My songs are everywhere
Cramped on the face of winter
Then dazzling in all directions
The crowd flees in terror
I often dream
A bamboo hedge in the countryside
The cottages sit in wasted grasses by rivers
Lying by the window
Looking back on yesterday’s charming lady
Peeping at the rising wind
The thin strings, the thin traveler
In the face of the wildness
The poem with masturbation
As always, according to the seasons
The sight of my lonely back
With all the blanks
Of the busy metropolis
Back to the path to the village
I no longer yearn for the old days
I lean against the iron tree
Enjoy and look around
Those happy bees, mantis
And rolling sands whisper to each other
Like the fish on the beach
Rolling their eyes
Recalling old wine and tea
The former hostess has left her home
Couldn’t imagine me at this moment
and the stupid river
Couldn’t think I’m different from
Those who are smart on earth
I have nothing but stupidity
Look at the financial buildings on the other side
How to get a basket of nugget
Make friends with the gold
A recent farewell party
In the village where I was born and raised
She borrowed alcohol and cigarettes to say
goodbye to me
The wine glass was full of memory
I was drinking tea consciously
Received the glass of drunkenness
with the shadows of the past
We should get used to what happens these days
The scene of promises, handshake of business
Getting used to the scattered yellow leaves
outside the window
Absorbing the last drop of wine
The past remained in the empty cup
“If ever…” was
lingering
Then she made a new sound
Give up this cottage
The river before the door always flows eastward
However, I’ve had such an attitude
Of seeing through illusions
Or regarding it as a consolation
The next day, she was like a heroic woman
Flying across the Pacific
Without hesitation
There are a dozen orders of jewelry
As the day wore on
A lone cottage could easily
Turn me into a wanderer
It’s a time of resettlement
When old houses are demolished
The village has become an empty nest
Only the lonely window is
surrounded by the bamboo fences
Toward the setting sun
My mother’s grave is on one side
I lean on
The breeze blowing sorrow and regret
When pear flowers decorate the river bank
I also have white hair
Farmers in wome’s clothes returning home from work
Looked at me suspiciously and tenderly
Maybe my sleeves were stained with chrysanthemums
Then I started screaming
My jangled nerves
Fireflies jumping in all directions
I touch your face in a dream, shout and howl
Then I sat by the hill
Chased the fleas out of the corner
The bulldozer was scared of negotiating with me
I undressed and moaned
In the dusk, I even took out the alcohol
I imagine a fire refurnishing the cottage
In this old village, the nailed-down household
How red the sky might be
How red and brilliant it can be
Wandering off into the wilderness
I picked up stones and dead branches
Like prehistoric people
Decorate them with bracelets and colored pearls
3
I return to the village sometimes
Traveling against the crowd
Facing the running river
Facing the lyrical poet
Another ghostly roar
River, why are you in a hurry?
Running blindly in the channel of desires
The frozen food in the delivery truck
The people on the one-way street
Are carried as on a conveyor belt
to the extremes of desire
In the community of pear flower trees
On the side of a dead pool
On the river banks
The lyrical poet asked
Why is your face sometimes human Why sometimes a ghost
A deluge of people
With gold needles in their cheeks
An electrified flower of evil
On the streets of the metropolis
Spasm and bloom
They lost their way
The adoration was abandoned
And the words of a thousand years
The fragrance
That visited too many truths
After a drought
The sweetness of moonlight
and the clouds fled
The morbid joy of flowers
People used to be scared
When the truth was buried in the grass
The wind and the clouds don’t make
Proper expressions
The beauties of branches and pearls
Whispered suddenly
Think of everything as a phoenix
This won’t change
The announcement that was written yesterday
Faith is simply
the back of the flowers, the tails of red foxes
And poetry acts
As the grass of fireworks
The last autumn, gloom
Originally was a dead leaf
Beautiful flowers comfort the heart
Still, I can’t dance to a butterfly
To the sound of gathering nectar
The frozen bones without any blood
The silent look of the riverbank
No longer sings with lyrical power
At most draw comments of distinctiveness
Yes, learn to get along with yourself
To take pity on each other
The piles of dried fish
Look for joy in each other’s rolling eyes
Chapter 4
1
I’m the last lyrical singer
My words are like tree branches in winter
The sign language and gestures of the dumb
The pen point is sharply sharpened
Sometimes like a dead tree
The last hut on the horizon
A lonely eagle
The flying arc moves up and down
Although it is powerful
It’s voice is pale
Sprinkling in the quiet sky
Raining with the last lyric
Towards the west of white snow
The walking scene of the stars
A golden bronze Buddha
Wrapped in clouds
Worships the bright moon and sun of the road
I’m lost in this illusion
And I always think of her figure…
I stare out of the window in surprise
At the yellow, withered leaves of the iron tree
She returns dreamily
Knocking the small door of the country hut
She keeps smoking to make a landscape in air
Is it reality or the ghost world
I am not sure
It is raining, and she stopped under the eaves
But she does not enter the house
There is an important business meeting
I don’t know whether it is out of guilt
Or salvation
She speaks straight forward
Build another urban mansion for me
The premise is to destroy this hut
Including its memories
I can’t bear that
And become a lonely soul in the wild
2
She disappeared into the fog, the river
And the nightmare recurs
I said
I can’t
Describe the beauty trade
In one night
Negotiations
And
Sandstorm
Get married
All the solid shields
and the million-year-old base
The planted promise and rules are abruptly
Beaten by blooming evil flowers
A broken piece of paper
What does the eagle in the sky
want to express
The metaphor of dust and water
I say I can’t describe
The sky is suddenly in chaos
Pangu creates the universe
In a war between the water god and the fire god
Nine monsters, human-faced snakes emerge
A thousand-day war in the north-south territory
The world-shaking ending
Life is like grass
Can’t stand the fire
It becomes flat in a second
The column of the sky like a dead tree
Can’t stand the collision of the water god
Buzhou mountains have collapsed
Waves are loud in my trance
The ocean is a wash
Generation after generation
Qin Han Moon, the soldiers of Tang and Song
Whoever won the war
It’s destiny
The bugs broke through the fence
Flowers and poisoned grasses are everywhere
3
I gaze, a flock of white birds
Suddenly covered in darkness
became bribed three-legged birds
Luxurious wings hush the sound of gliding
I stare
At the flocked cloud lyrical women
On the night of the full moon
I’ve been abandoned
Abandoning the chanter of the earth
My dismal hut
An old well has been dug up
Stored the sound of the heaven
Full of fiery male light
To depict those brothers and sisters
hugging each other in tears
Family and friends gather for a drink
Illusion of this sharp sword
Placed in the mountains
Imagining the fragrance of flowers covers
The mountains and heaven
If this god-like village
Faces a bloody clean-up
What would that be
All of a sudden, I’m shaking again
All right, come on, a big fire
To shake the mountains and rivers
Enjoy this grand spectacle
The river in front of the door is divided into tens of millions of branches.
From west to east
Vast, chaotic
The vastness is irresistible
The big city is tilted
The flood is coming again
The wails of the living everywhere
Renew! Reborn
The dust is my illusion
And with me boiling
Fighting in the wild window
Mad dogs and wild wolves
The flowers across the line roar
Into this last stage, and finally
A storm.
Volcanic eruptions, a lot of fire breathing fish
Trembling tail, entertainment to the dead
Forget it, forget it
Shut down this crazy drama
Say goodbye to the mirage
The footprints of the history
The seemingly dead green trees were born alive
Birds that seem to be far from life
Can go back home
After all, it’s a reincarnation
After all, the clouds disappear
That day, she determined to dismantle the hut
She’s sitting on a worn-out couch
Glorious clothes
Remind me of famous western paintings
She interrupted me and said I was nervous
Only she can save me
There she sat, like an angel
On this day, smelling of dead fish
She couldn’t stop smoking
I lit a cigarette, too
Trying to resist the smell
I don’t know how long she’s been talking
I said to test myself
It’s getting dark, I’m going out to hang out
Like a moored boat
She waved and said, go ahead
If jade can’t stand reality
Gravel can be a good companion
How to answer
There’s no hope of the being hit by a current
It seems to be metaphysical
Let’s move forward
Wind kicked up, leaves fled the window
Knocked on the black hu
For some reason, I walked fast
To race against the river
The river is particularly fast tonight
Pushed me across the river
And then became slow
Looking back, the hut shrank
The yellow light in the house like a star
4
I’m lying in the bushes nearby
This night, there were a lot of illusions
Fire, ape, deer
Dragon grass, and the forests
I eddy behind them
On both sides of the trail
The shallow footprints connect
the lonely, dark walls nearby
Enter the evening bell of the temple
The old farmer of the field
Palms with fields
Busy in the crops
Flowers, dragonflies and fireflies
Daisy on the field
Principles for the aesthetics of wheat growth
With simple thoughts
Tractor harvest sweat
harvest the land of the day and the moon
From the square in front of me
The news of the daughter’s marriage
Like flat sand
Falls of silent fruits
The sound of worms in the ancient starry night
With drops on the lotus petals
Five-finger knock, hold the copper furnace of blue
porcelain
In the blue smoke
Put all the means of life
such as masks, clothing and felt hats
Stuck in the original place
Into silence, into rest
5
Early one morning, I was awakened by the trees
Looked out and discovered
My hut on the river bank disappeared
The illusion again? A pile of smoking ashes
I wanted to run to the other side of the bank
My hut was destroyed
No way. My hut was located in the upper
Reaches of the river while this place was downstream
I was confused
How about her? Where is she?
My feet seemed planted in the soil
I tried to stand up and felt dizzy
I wanted to take a rest
Like the old farmer put down the farm tools
After all, it was a beautiful morning
So relaxed and it’s good for wandering
Thousands of ants
Lifted a large fish bone
Lifting dozens of huge fish bones
Different sizes, skinny
Some turn their eyes, some fish are full of holes
Move forward slowly, with great momentum
The wind is full of mixed breath
Or a sharp scream, or a roaring gasp
When the wind blows, silence returns
Like an honor guard, slow and surging
Forward, a memorial work
A coffin of western gods
I look lazily at the ants
Lying in the grass, I lose the need to think
Looking forward, I saw the fish bones piled up
Arranged in order for transportation
These neat bones, or corpses
From where
I wanted to ask, was it a grand feast
Or disastrous plague
The ant king didn’t seem interested in
answering questions
Still quietly leading the way
6
At the head of their wriggling march
The ant king looked up
Smiled at me and said, You are not heroes
The high sky was shining with a silent God
Light is supreme, nobleness is bliss
Quiet and bright
All life is happy
All of nature’s creations
Should be grateful
The divine light will penetrate
Fingerprinting
The baptism of all things at peace
The ant king has learned to express emotion
Now the light shines
In the dark night
I can hear
The sound of swords everywhere
At the speed of a surprise attack
The bloody swords
Stab those
Bosoms of children and parents
All-conquering light
Cutting the flesh of each territory
Replanning the earth
The eye-catching pry of a hammer
Every fulcrum
The rivers that are praised
Spread all over, and elegant trend
Is being shaped once again
Show the ambition to recast the nine-tripod cauldron
The earth is swarming with
Massive figures
Let the bloody panther
The elephant without the trunk
Make them spacious with fine ivory carvings
The original ashes, bones and gravel
Have been abandoned
All things play like a jester
For your laugh
You often laugh at our slowness
Ants carry a praying mantis
It was a wild goose chase
The elite always control
Like you
I looked at myself blankly
Shook my head, and the ant king laughed again
Collided with his antennae
My companion also raised his antennae
Pretending to be deeply cynical
I still want to bite into a golden pipe
Find a place to disappear
The window lattice of the sun
Alas, the earth, vast as it is
But not a single piece of land
The rapid shifting and reclamation of the yellow loess
There was a road on the ground
Lots of people walked
There is no way
The Earth is a stock
Shorted in advance
The vast wilderness full of
Empty caves, no soul
Just a slow flashing light
It’s a tragedy that was meant to happen
Even if there is a passing moment
Fragments of civilization are like flowers in season
It’s hard to support this wasteland
Broken walls
For thousands of years
The habit of moving forward
The pace of returns has deteriorated
There’s not enough time
A sumptuous reflection on the past
Even looking back at history
It’s just a haunted trail
Holding the sword and holding the jade in ancient times
The principle of the waste of war
One-on-one peace
Artistic force and so on
The art of killing in the Nuclear Age
Or a show of skill
Speed and quantity competition
In order to explore the fruits of battle
The baby was pierced and held up to the sky
Crying music into a mountain song
From distant tribes to the modern age
The same river comes along
Eating the sorghum of my hometown together
Verdant foliage on both sides of the forest
The roots
Cut by the blades of the river
The line of blood
Lit thousands of beacon fires
At present, the two sides are full of hatred and Bombardment toward each other
Civilization on both sides of the Straits
destroyed in an instant
Instead, atomic bombs march in the air
Even if the bamboo arrows clash on the shore
He still blows his whistle and shines his sword
Pointing somewhere other than the heart
The other side of the chest can be decorated
To wear the hero’s medal
The greatest minds on earth
In the happiest writing
Designed to crush
In the form of air
So one by one
Tubby little boy
Like a short, fat dagger
Out of the sheath with a snow light
All of a sudden, he’s not just one person
He’s a city
All the children, born and unborn
Into a mixture of gases
Now, how many cities on Earth
Just how many are there
Sword at the throat of science and technology
The neck of every city
Each with a dagger in his mouth
In case of a sneak attack from the other side
Heroes and scientists on both sides
Sit in front of computers and plan games
To experiment with a more avant-garde technique
The other side’s impregnable
Thousands of planes, thousands of guns
How many tall buildings, how many people
It’s all in one equation
Enter the short, final zero-sum calculus
Or in a simpler way
Rely on a few bacteria
Block course, block a city
They across the streets, empty
They can overturn the whole Pacific Ocean
Water waves are like claws
Spread everywhere
The waves surged away from the wasteland
Noah’s ark, no place to park
A wild boar wearing a mask, running all the way
It had previously escaped to the river
The river’s speed has been controlled
Can only flow in a predetermined direction
Without pity, and forgetting to express emotions
The wild boar that once dominated the forest can only droop its eyes now
Suddenly, it rushed towards the empty front and ran wildly towards the highway
It has enough stamina to run for a whole day
Suddenly scared again after a while
White birds suddenly appeared in the sky behind
Like dust
It’s hard to settle on the empty bank
The banks of the sea were littered with white masks
。。。。。。
The ant king smiled and shook his head
What else can you do
The huge earth is like a cake
With fallen cores and crumbs
We still have millennia to enjoy
And you, with your instant inspiration
And the wisdom of blasting
A quick return
Can swallow up everything in one morning
Look around the wasteland
Are you inviting Suirenshi
And then Starting from Henghe and Yangshao village
Approach a pyramid
Lighting the bonfire of Mayan culture
Slowly come all the way, repeat reincarnation
With swift steps
Listen to the drums of the terracotta warriors
But also, the green shirt Jin Guan brushed
the corner of the clothes
Since the Bronze Age
The Jade Decoration Dynasty in the Book of Songs
Dance music of Athena’s temple
The tragic hoof of ancient Rome
According to the rhyme one by one reincarnation
Through the Chuci Plain and the Shore of Lisao
Tang and Song dynasty coquettish arrived
at the river bank
York and the bells of Paris
With Dante’s Divine Song
Eventually, a flock of bees make honey
A scene of flies vying for blood
A new round of rehearsals
Hustle and bustle, profit to profit
Sometimes return to the setting sun
A single crooning world
After all, it is difficult to block the happiness
of another shore mist
The dragon and tiger are frightened and the chaos
The rage of light, the madness of water
Suddenly a mighty voice
Filled with Heaven
Who preached in the old days
The light of the night
To die and then to procreate
Give the world to Yin
How to walk around the world
Come on. Come on. The ant king has antennae
I rubbed my muddled eyes
Looking into their eyes
You go your own way
We still taste that bone
God’s earth has its own identity
You are responsible for all kinds of wars
Labor is our sacrifice to all lost things.