Foreword Poetry

 1989
Dongzhimen snow that year I met a heavy snow in the Dongzhimen

I see you through the glass windows
Long Street
it carefully through the snow
silently under the corridor under the feet of mice
only when I was reciting Yeats
twenty-three books and I like lying in bed at nine forty-five hour
Suddenly I saw you jump
wearing scarves flying into the building
points like snowflakes filled the leaflets slogan
pat your shoulder you see me you say
days of snow, how cold so Express it?
fact, this winter has been

mid sky and the snow tracks were frostbitten
lamp that you look at the days of Solomon can be really quiet the whole time ah
City
quiet
as if we heard the train out from the chest by a bullet
chased down in my book

when you unlock the scarves I listened
Cheap drinking your tea himself

June day, memories are our light in the room other than
bad,
after the end of the evening news we
doing nothing, Day Break < br> Later we sat on the bed that Zhangxing Jun
us to smoke, sex, silent
until I began to snow Nine Inch TV
my Yeats pillow in your waist < br> a slight red marks from the sub-

at dawn before the crouched like a dog, a hug,
moment in the snow stopped, such as under the TV drama tonight
not under the End of snow
while I and another woman fell asleep in the dark

2001/2/13 Luojia Hill
in the first poem I read Foreword, is , after reading to love Foreword and his poetry. I also imitate his tone was one. writes of love and back, strokes are very light, very light blue, and even that grief is not a text, but between the lines disclosed in the information can not be ignored. You see, a sad poem without any words. This narrative style, which I call Foreword style.
a chair you were sitting in the afternoon
, bamboo and rattan
is arc-shaped chair arm chair

that you read in the afternoon sun to see Australia or

Native American life
wind, one of you
blown hair blowing in my face I looked at it

as if watching a spring plant
I remember, I am very thin sun

shining through the window of my shadow, your shadow
covered some of the afternoon people are destined
emotional needs are not high
You know, just like that afternoon I drank a glass of cold

water broke a string playing, and Star Lake
smoked five cigarettes
and time to slow motion in the light of three to four

you lift his head
a butterfly flying from the window, then I saw you look up


like shadow in the graceful dance
clutching your music, you say
see a boring afternoon, flew over

so that afternoon, sitting on a bamboo chair

is arc-shaped arm chair
that afternoon as numerous as the past finally < br> that chair, and our
has quietly become a past
2001/2/28 Luojia Hill
like in the afternoon time. In the afternoon, some dark dust gradually falls, duplication of light and shadow, if there are some things to happen, that would occur too slowly and naturally. I like the last phrase, the past > provoke
the resulting outcome is bound to be quiet tears
my childhood, laden with the music lured the snake flew into the sun

happy but no one understood, flower buds The wooden stairs have decomposed

wash basin of water, diffuse into the room, time is always in the late

sunflowers from east to west
fresh cup, there is a crying Indian men are living
I suspect

eat chili in the corner feel ashamed
life, some people, always like to put the analysis and let in a poem, and when I read , hoping to be able to read each sentence. However, no definite solution of poetry, in my opinion it is. Foreword This first, more certain in my mind. You can capture the text after revealing information, such as mood, such as love and hate, such as philosophy tend to ... ... but may not be able to accurately understand the author's intent, and sometimes, your solution may be far cry from the original meaning, but how do you say, since you do understand a poem, then, a poem, it can be understood.
in this song, and I read the time being, read about grief and compassion. quiet tears, happy sun, wood stairs and water ... ... in the corner to eat chili, imagination such a scene, I could not help but want to swap a few tears.

this day I do not have these things you talk about
secret, and in the deceased's mouth
not in a position of Zhang landscape paintings of birds covered with feathers

distributing wood aroma
may sound old
drug
parents everywhere to borrow money
his son impotence, skin plainer, do not eat breakfast < br>
sunny afternoon, said he was lying on the bed will come sooner or later

this day came the day a little bit earlier I think the Foreword
narrative style, look better. perhaps is because, one thing is more specific than an idea, and I thought at some point biased in favor of concrete. I always read in the Foreword of the short poems in narrative, he is in the narrative, as if casually, but straight refers to the people. br> Mourning
evening, a long stone path around the hill

water for birds, flying along and then there are the leaves falling

tacit
then the bush people got up and left

then the world, dark
you look down and then fall ash

watch this first,cheap UGG boots, my feelings at this time. may not be the same tomorrow to read . In fact, yesterday I read, I ignored it. Today, facing the title, startled long. twilight, water, hills, birds, leaves ... ... ... ... get up and leave the world dark. Finally, this section , is the time, the death sentence is the perfect knot. I like,
some sunshine before the appearance of fine things

slowly accumulate

in which you did not exist he does not exist
only a stranger walking in the streets I
  long walk further and further slow

finally stuck
not move ah
late spring winds blow Jiangbei
individuals standing toilet masturbation
sad
I want to skip this first. But the jump over. This is a good poem. I did not read it, just feel the world is really empty, empty so strange, so desperate.