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4．天地中
梦见幽居的舞者
从生命的深处
向自己驰来
她灵魂组成的记忆
结满灿烂的果实
成为亘古不变的舞步
在音乐和耳朵之间
酿造一场淫雨
击落情人脆弱的花瓣
然后上演错位者的战争
悟出光芒无法穿透的诗歌
是被显而易见的东西
裹的太紧
——题记
接近春天
春天给予的明杰
一个坐地成佛
与信念为伍的人
他的眸子在时间深处
久盼恋人归巢
面朝时光的源头
躬身梳理阳光
和一贫如洗的故乡
体内的雨水
从指缝间滴落
滴落在厮守多年的父母身上
父母一尘不染的衣裳
上面缀着他小妹的眼睛
他的小妹临窗扬手
心若流水
与他共守等待的碑铭
并时刻提醒
自己的哥哥
不要再举孤单单的酒杯
想起已逝的外婆
能听到席地而眠的声音
在仰望星空
和河畔的砧声
平铺直叙着死亡
谁能蒙住眼睛
挽救死亡之神
谁能将祖先闪烁磷光的骨血
装满胸膛
哦
就是这一切的主宰
他知道生活的深度
和一杯醇酒的本质
在情感的水上
繁殖生与死的热情
接近夏天
夏天给予的明杰
日影带领葱茂的禾苗
和鸟的歌声
消失殆尽朦胧的传奇
容纳一座座雕像的对话
阅读耕耘的雷电
烧疼了语言的雷电呀
是怎样在邪恶中
变的迟钝
是怎样得将历代帝王的脖颈
系上沧桑的头巾
随风而动的历史
变幻各种姿态
在惨白的土壤里
奔路不止
让仰望天门的明杰
再一次地熄灭灯光
蘸着爷爷的小磨香油
粘连天地之间的缝隙
明杰要告诉你
他所对峙的城堡
依然巍立
那些粉碎神话的城堡
正排队购买
可以倾覆他的悲恸
可以麻痹他的神经
而他是鬼斧神工的汉子
是佩弓筑墓的工匠
他要将复仇的烈焰
如袅袅香烟般
沉闷地哭唤
城堡的乳名
接近秋天
秋天给予的明杰
他已无事可做
他在一张白纸上枪毙圣人
圣人吹着口哨
吹着调情的口哨
看他怎么扣动扳机
一声枪响
祖父亲授给他的枪响了
流出乌血的伤口
冷漠地呻吟不绝于耳
谛听鲜活的恩怨
诉说楚楚动人的死亡表演
郑重其事的喝一杯咖啡
放荡忧国忧民的神经
当脸上昙花般掠过音乐
阳光来了
给他久违的感觉
哦
又一次错过了流行的粉饰
点燃烛光下一个悠长的思念
点亮心与心之间的路程
汉字堆积的爱情
坐在难以卒语的异乡
渐起喃喃的幸福
把秘密相互打湿
浇灌梦的花瓣
那时微妙的距离
如赦免一对浪荡的行者
踏着声音
闭着眼睛
以所有的风景作为背景
缀满大湖的诗句
想象成季节之外的企盼
那时演绎历史的编钟之声就来了
伴着粮食和酒
接近冬天
冬天给予的明杰
感受普希金和他的沉默
他在等待
等待这震耳欲聋的世界
生多少新舟亡多少旧船
他怡然啜饮千万种美丑
美和丑来去匆匆
它们独占黎明和黄昏
在围墙之内人之外
回归田野
不战自败
他经常翻晒对方的诗歌
在二十一世纪的水路上
他将成为医生
或乞丐
4. Ming Jie in Heaven And
Earth
Dreamed of the secluded dancers
From the depths of life
Gallop to me
The memory of her soul
Bear brilliant fruit
Become the same eternal steps
In between the music and ears
Brewing a excessive rain
Valentine's shot down the fragile petals
Then put on the wrong war with undeserved kindness
Realize the poetry that light can not penetrate
Was obvious things
Wrapped in a corner
Close to the spring close to
Ming Jie accorded by Spring
A ride to Buddha
And people associating with conviction
His eyes are in the depths of time
In the hope for lover back to the nest
Facing the source of time
Bend forward to sort out the sun
And destitute homeland
In the rain
Dropping from fingers
Dropping on the parents years of together
The spotless clothes of parents
Decorated with buttons like eyes of his younger sister
His younger sister waved facing the window
Heart likes floating water
And were waiting for the inscriptions with him
And to constantly remind
Her brother
Do not toast the lonely glassware
Think of the ever-going grandmother
Can hear the voices of sleep on the ground
Look up in the night sky
And the anvil river sound
Speak or write in a dull or flat way of death
Who can blindfolded
Save the god of death
Who will make bones and blood of the ancestors flashing
phosphorescence
Filled with chest
Oh, that is Ming Jie
Who can dominate the key
He knows the depth of life
And the nature of a cup of good wine
In the water of emotion
Propagation of the enthusiasm of life and death
Close to the summer close to
Summer for Ming Jie
Shadow of the day leads onions standing grain
And the songs of birds
Dim legend vanish
Block accommodate the dialogue of a statue
Read the cultivated Lightning
Burning the language, the lightning
How in the evil
Change into slow
How will have the necks of the emperors in history
On the vicissitudes of the headscarf
The history moves with wind
Various changes in attitude
In the ghastly soil,
Run around
Ming Jie, looking up to the door of the sky
Once again, to extinguish lights
Dip small grinding sesame oil of grandpa
Adhesion of the cracks between earth and heaven
Ming Jie wants to tell you
The castle confronting of him
Is still towering
The castles that smash the myth
Are queuing up to buy
The grief can overturn him
The nerve can palsy him
And he is the man of uncanny workmanship
is the craftsmen building tomb with arch
He will make the flames to revenge
Like smoke waving in the wind
Boring call to cry
Castle’s nickname
Close to fall close to
Fall to the Ming Jie
He has nothing to do
He shot saints in a white paper
Saints whistled
Blowing of whistles to flirt
To see how he buttoned the trigger
Out shots
Shots granted from his grandfather
Ukraine wound outflow of blood
Indifference to moan prevalent
Listening the live grudge
Telling the affecting performances of death
Drinking a cup of coffee solemnly
Debauchery nerve of worry for the fate of one’s country
When the faces flew music like night-blooming cereus
To the sun
He returned to the feeling
Oh, on the forehead
And again missed the popular whitewash
Lit a long miss under the candle
light the distance among hearts
Accumulation of love in Chinese
Sitting in a foreign land to single language
Gradually from the muttered well-being
Wet the mutual secret
Watering petals of dream
At that time, the delicate distance
Like a pardon the vagabond monk
Follow voice
Close eyes
In all the scenery as a background
Lines decorated the great Lakes
Imagine the expectations beyond season
At that time, on the Voice of the bells to the interpretations of
history
Accompanied food and wine
Close to the winter close to
Winter to the Ming Jie
Feelings of Pushkin, a Russian Romantic author
considered to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of
modern Russian
literature and his silence
He is waiting
Waiting for the deafening world
What’s the number of new boats and fatal boats
He indulge millions kinds of beauty and ugliness in
mellowness
The beauty and the ugly come and go in a hurry
They monopolize the dawn and dusk
Inside the wall and outside people
Return to field
No war since the defeat
They often ted each other's poems
On the water road of the 21st century
He will become a doctor
Or beggars
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