Who can provide some long poems by Haizi?

Haizi's long poems, which can also be called poems, include Messiah.

Messiah (excerpt)

(Chorus of Paradise in the Sun)

But that doesn't mean it's a poem-it isn't.

Bingler.

Dedicate poems

Dedicate this sun to the new era! Dedicate yourself to truth!

I would like to dedicate this long poem to his new poetry god who is about to be born!

Dedicated to the dawn of a new era

Dedicated to youth

Dedicate poems

The sky is at sea.

Devote oneself to the truth.

This is dawn and dawn.

This is a new day.

The sun fell from the sky and penetrated the sea, the sun!

In my poem, stop your steps for a while.

Let me sprinkle my memories and songs on your shining wheels.

Let me spread my life at your feet and make way for all the sunshine.

Dedicated to you, this long poem of mine has exhausted the sky and the sea.

Let me go back to yesterday.

The night of arrival of the poetic god

Rain and snow on the sea

Falling from the sky, 1982

I'm only eighteen, and I'm looking forward to it.

Carrying an injured stranger.

To find heaven, to find life.

But coming here, coming to this night.

1988165438+1October 2 1 the arrival of the poet.

This stranger is our world.

It's our father and brother, stopping in our flesh and blood.

The stranger is an old man.

Dying, blind

There is hardly any body temperature.

He is empty.

I can only suck blood.

He is a magical old bones.

The blood of the world has become a horse and a harp.

Rain and snow on the sea

1988165438+1October 2 1.

I carried this old blind stranger on my back.

Come here, come here.

The night and center of the world are empty.

A mountain leads to heaven and a mountain leads to hell.

Located in the ruins of the great desert

1985, he and I still have the sun.

The three met and participated in the birth of the universe.

The birth of the universe is also my birth.

Rain and snow are falling on the dark sea.

On the way, he became a lot of people, met me and passed by.

Even if it becomes me, he is still him.

I was experiencing it when he sang.

This is the whole experience of the three of us.

I can't tell the difference between the world and me.

Where are the words and the experiences?

I'm still inside.

In the belly of the rock

Internal organs of rocks

Suddenly empty, suddenly gone.

Increased the quality of surrounding rocks.

Gravel flying, my manuscript

Buried deeper, the heart of the fire is full of memories.

Bury the language deeper

Meaningless voice

Internal organs from rocks.

sky

Surrounded by huge stones

Blank in the middle

The part that flies away in the middle

beyond reclaim

The part that can't be regretted

It seems that we just started from there.

Escape and settle in

Nearby rocks

1985, one day, at the turn of autumn and winter.

The interior of the rock suddenly disappeared.

That's the sky, the sky, the sky.

Suddenly, unexpectedly.

If you can't understand, I'll give it to you.

Cut off your own

Use up the sky at sea all your life.

The sky is not acquired.

His own content

I summon

The silence in the middle and the fleeing God

My sad world

The space in the middle is the sky.

Boulders surround the surroundings.

I let out a cry with satisfaction: 1988 and put down my bow and arrow.

Pick up your head.

Rolling in the sky.

The sun! Can you hear the secret conversation about the extinction of human beings in the sky?

I am calling: 1988! Stones come automatically.

Mountain after mountain, surrounding the sky.

Thousands of explosions danced wildly into the sky.

Dead, dead, dead.

Those who stopped him, 1988.

Suddenly emerged from the ground like a head.

The earth cracked a hole.

The sky suddenly (? Stone is my incarnation.

Blood can talk and fire can talk: 1988, 1988.

Rise from the sea

In the flood

Shouting "myself"!

The world and myself!

He woke up.

Shouting "myself"

Summon a secret

Silence, heart

The world and me! Summon, summon

Seventeen kings on the peninsula and islands, listen.

The original owner's voice grew out of the echo.

The master is calling, which is only the echo of chaos at first.

A corner is dark, and this is the whole world.

The master of the horn summons the world and himself.

The sea is vast, mountains are everywhere, hell is dark, and heaven is far away.

The sun fell from the sky and there was a messy echo.

All human beings seem to have only one person.

That's the host, sitting in the sunny and lonely commune.

dusk

"Myself"

The new "myself"

You can't share the stone.

This is a new day.

This is the song at dawn.

"I am a drunken serf."

Connected to the sky, I am the father of chaos.

But the primitive sky is the first drop of blood.

Self-escape, narcissism, self-defense

I shouldn't carry this tearful old blind man.

Mend pots, sharpen knives, sell horses, steal horses, sell horses.

I shouldn't play the harp all night with a gun.

As a poet and leader, the sun fell from the sky and penetrated the sea.

Dedicated to you, this long poem of mine has exhausted my life and the world.

The goddess of memory screamed

What was born?

Gave birth to me

Meet at the mountain of god.

Meet at dawn

Before the sun comes out

So much/a lot

So much/a lot

The morning light falls from the sky.

I accept myself.

This sky

The golden flame of this world

The broken and messy golden light disappeared.

Accept this dirty book

The book of murder, the book of the world

Accept the last golden light of this world

I humbly accept myself.

Let the sun disperse the dawn.

The sun dispelled the dawn.

Move my poem

Horn call

Mann Ohne Kopf

From the blacksmith shop

Took the head

The headless man embraced his clumsy head.

This is almost impossible to hide.

Everything is revealed in the dawn.

The world and me

Sing!

"At dawn.

Hold your head high to the sky

The sun cut off its own sword.

The sun heard its own song. "

The fire shone in the past

There is rain and snow in the center of the fire.

Dawn center, dawn, raise your head to heaven.

Pornographic books, killer books.

All that is left at this moment is dedication and singing.

Put my poem on the ladder.

Headless dawn hugged for ten days and went to heaven together.

Start a difficult century.

This new sky

This new sky will first look like:

It rained and snowed at sea in the old world.

At this moment of dawn, the rock looked up and looked up together.

There was rain and snow in the center of the fire, and I went there mindlessly.

People call me Dawn: I only bring dedication and singing.

There was rain and snow in the center of the fire, and I went there mindlessly.

It is raining and snowing in the center of the fire leading to the sky.

Yellow books, killer books on my skull.

I can't see anything else because of the thick blood.

This is a new world and me. At the moment, there is only dedication and singing.

Before that, I wrote the last poem of these decades.

Then set out to abandon it, that is, the sun left the dawn.

Dawn will know my destination with the sun, the sun and me!

Dedicated to you, this long poem of mine has exhausted the sky and the sea.

( 1988, 12, 1)

There is also a group of poems called "Poet Ye Saining":

1. Born

Xing ri lang lang

Yehua village

The lake rippled

Wild flowers!

Produce a poet

Lake water is pregnant.

Pregnant

A pair of flower buds

Wildflower's little hand is pregnant.

The poet Ye Saining was born.

The village of wildflowers is dark.

It's like no one is alive.

Wildflowers, my village princess

Sitting in the painful north

Produce a poet

Whose window?

Bright lights

It is a wild flower, a lamp that burns peacefully.

Sitting on a clay lampstand

The poet Ye Saining was born.

2. Multi-village cloud

Cloud in the countryside

hometown

You two are

A couple of children are on the water.

Cloud gate, please open it for happy people.

Please be happy.

Sad eyes with nowhere to hide on the hillside

Open it!

3. Teenage girls

young girl

Headrest, axe and water

go to sleep peacefully

A spring

A flower

Beaches and idyllic land.

young girl

One was cut from God.

Beautiful branches

young girl

Moon's horse

Two drops of water

Symmetrical breast

4. Poet Ye Saining

I am a poet in China.

Son of rice

Camellia's daughter

And a European poet.

The son's name is Italy.

Daughter's name is Poland.

I have suffered a lot.

Poor as if everything had been washed away-penniless.

Strolling and wandering yesterday

Come to Persian tavern

People call me.

Poet Ye Saining.

Prodigal Ye Saining

Ye Saining

Russian lips

Liang Zan's roof

Dusk face

Farmer's heart

A farmer's heart

Sitting in a pub

It's like sitting in a drop of wine

Sit in a drop of water

Sitting in a pool of blood

The crane flew away.

The table was moved.

The body was carried away.

A melancholy poet is sitting in the room.

Still sitting is the poet Ye Saining.

Ye Saining

I didn't expect to come again.

Return to the earth in spring

The earth is the woman I fell in love with after my death.

earth

It is you who is beautiful.

I am the ugly one.

Poet Ye Saining.

on the earth

rise again

5. Corn field

The breeze blew over the hill.

The cornfield is thin and small.

I watered and looked at these small, lovely and thin leaves.

The leaves of Populus davidiana ring in the hair.

The sun is burning in the distance.

Fall into an empty valley

Leaves are taken from God's gun and wedding bed.

The circular shield is engraved with words of ignorance.

Get drunk in my hometown

In my hometown, I got drunk at night.

In the blue moonlight

I am the one who flies.

Feel the heart, a shining star.

Drunk to the ground with a crown in his head.

Hold your head high and hold the wheat field in May.

Holding the dizzy roof of my hometown

Or the starry sky, drunk on the ground!

Earth, you got drunk before me.

Your sad face is drunk in front of me.

I want to hold you.

Earth!

I'm drunk.

I'm drunk.

I call mountains brothers, water sisters and forests lovers.

I can't sleep at night and I can't wear flowers.

Full of words, nowhere to tell.

Only break the head

Xia Guang landed on the adjacent roof.

My feet became relatives' feet on the way back to my hometown.

Stumbling all the way to the southern constellation at dusk

Hands flying, mumbling.

I am flying.

Anxious and affectionate

Flying is my heart.

I think I have to control myself.

Hometown, a name

in a word

Beautiful poem

In my hometown, I got drunk at night.

7.the prodigal son's journey

I am a prodigal son.

I'm wearing a wave cap.

I'm wearing a floating roof.

The light blew me out.

My hometown drove me away.

Come to bars and cities

I am a farmer's child.

I should be.

On the banks of the river where the fog receded

Young rural teachers

After graduating from Metropolitan Teachers College

daybreak

And a simple peasant girl.

Fall in love together

But why?

I came to the bar.

What about this city?

Although I used to rest with cows and paparazzi

Kingdom of Saint Lucia

Although I am in my hometown hill.

Once with a mute.

Interchangeable singing

Although I haven't said a word for 20 years.

Love you, mom and grandpa.

I still went to the bar-the ground floor of the Russian cabin.

Sobbing by the glass.

A man who longs for misfortune

Recite dissolute and crazy poems

I’m going home.

I'm going back to my hometown with flowers in my head.

I want to be under the sky in my hometown

Silence or speak loudly?

I hope my head is covered with flowers from my hometown.

8. desperate

At the moment in a beautiful town.

Ku Qiao Mai 2 lane

see you again

Hold another Ye Saining's hand tightly.

Light candles and burn old poems.

see you again

Fingers knitted separately with girls' hair.

Hair is like a wheat seedling in May, and it is gently held in the mouth.

Break up with another Ye Saining.

People with snakeskin and drums.

Suicide, for the magic drum face of beautiful songs.

Snakeskin drum, now you are a tearful lantern in the village.

Say goodbye, loosen your fingers and bury yourself.

Bury oneself in a poem

At the moment in a beautiful town.

There will be no bitter Qiao Mai fragrance.

9. Genius

In the thunder-rumbling wind

Poplar treetops shake

At this dusk

I thought about the fate of genius.

At this moment, I think of you, Van Gogh and Bo Han.

Those destiny takes a hand geniuses

Without saying a word

A quiet mood

Those people

Stand in the moon and gently shake your head.

Hold a flashlight and carry a flour bag around your waist.

A quiet mood

gathering gloom of the evening

People who will never come back

On the lonely and empty threshing floor

Three sisters left it.

Painful genius

hungry and thirsty

But there is not a drop of water in the river.

There is no flour in the flour bag.

In the thunder-rumbling wind

The victim's shoes are still walking.

Such as wheels, such as fate

Covered with grain and blind soil

1986.2- 1987.5