Fortune-telling in Xuefeng Temple _ The simplest three steps of fortune-telling in Xuefeng Temple

Yu Guangzhong's Poet —— Arguing with Chen Ziang

Twenty Poems by Yu Guangzhong

Blind fortune teller

The cold huqin extended the afternoon,

There is not a customer in the streets;

He hugged Hu Qin and complained to dusk:

Walking empty for a day only earns loneliness!

He can clearly know the fate of others,

His own fate is being dragged:

A girl will spend the rest of her life with him,

A crutch tastes the ups and downs of his life!

1950. 1 1.8

inspiration

Your radiant tropical bird,

Happiness flies back and forth on my head,

Every time I break free,

Only one blue feather fell.

I picked it up and stuck it on the edge of my hat.

Pedestrians are surprised to see it.

Oh, how can I catch flying birds,

Let them see exactly like me!

1952. 10. 10

Drink 1842 wine.

What fragrant and bright red grape blood!

So warm, slowly pouring into my chest,

My happy heart is full of summer nights in southern Europe,

Pregnant with the golden sunshine on the Mediterranean coast,

And the nightingale in Provence.

When slender fingers first pluck you from the branches,

Round and plump, full of life-threatening plasma,

Bai Langning and Elizabeth never eloped across the Strait.

But Mazzocca Island once lived in george sand and Chopin.

Shelley lies beside Keats' grave.

At that time, you hung on the top of the grape trellis,

Gently swayed by the warm wind blowing from Africa on the other side;

At night, I silently look up at the starry sky in southern Europe.

Maybe someone will meet at the bottom of the frame and stare at the stars.

Suck on wine sweeter than my arms.

Maybe, ah, maybe there's a ripe grape,

Falling quietly because of the burden of honey juice,

Arouse the characters in the kiss and make them smile at each other.

Listen to who serenades in the distance and who is accompanying the guitar;

Life blooms on a warm and dense summer night.

But all this withered with that summer.

Thousands of miles away, a hundred years ago, someone else's past,

Who else knows except me, who is slightly drunk? Any other person

Can you recall which grave was buried with a pick?

The caress she would rather insist on is long gone!

Everything is gone except this magic cup in my hand.

It also hosted the Spring Festival Evening and summer morning in a foreign country a century ago!

Violet zombies have long decayed and turned to grass ash.

The blood left behind is still so bright red, and there is still a residual temperature.

To moisten the lips of oriental teenagers.

1955.9.29

Starting at 37 degrees

From 37 degrees, gravity is heavy.

If I land on Jupiter, it will suddenly increase to 274 pounds.

Watch eleven months spinning in space.

Standing on the Cretaceous active volcano, fighting dinosaurs alone.

The earth is shaking violently. If the earth is going to derail,

Seven-color fire spits poison everywhere.

The ghost defected and rushed out of the iron gate of hell.

And shouting, chasing behind me;

Nightmares rode me to the cliff of the Grand Canyon.

Only the soul is standing in the tsunami of memories.

Tropical heart, 40 degrees Celsius, white blood cells and red blood cells.

Race horses on the bloody road.

In the end, everything fell silent.

The universe stopped on a watch, and I woke up at the white South Pole.

The nurse stood next to me, a fat female penguin.

Reach out your right finger and touch your flat body.

Blood is cold, and I find myself a fish.

1957.9.9

West Luo Qiao

Suddenly, the soul of steel woke up.

Serious silence clanged.

The sea breeze in Xiluo Plain shakes this force pattern, which is beautiful.

Net, shake this violently.

Every nerve in the tower of will,

It shook violently and screamed in despair.

The teeth of nails are clenched tightly, and the hands of iron arms are tightly held.

Serious silence.

So, my soul woke up, I know.

I will be different from the one I crossed.

I didn't cross the line, I know.

I can't recover from the other side.

I'm on this shore.

But fate extends from a mysterious point.

A thousand welcome arms, I have to cross the river.

Facing the door to another world

In the corridor, I trembled slightly.

But the glory of Xiluo Plain

Face to face, tell me the sea is on the other side,

I trembled slightly, but I

We must cross the river!

Standing, there was a great silence.

Wake up, soul of steel.

1958.3. 13

Charming piccolo

Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,

The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,

The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.

Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,

One-way street of the sun train,

The equator in July scorched the soles of pedestrians.

Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,

The white kingdom of reindeer,

There is no rest night in July, only day.

Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.

In front of the French window, the little urn dreamily,

Holding a small plant in his hand.

Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.

Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.

Bury you in a small grave in your hometown,

Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.

The weeping willows hang down to your grave,

When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.

Dream of your mother.

Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,

Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,

Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.

1958.7. 14 nights

Morning in the new world

Zero degree. 7: 30. The dream of ancient China died in

Simmons in the new world.

In the dial indicator,

Blood will be exhausted in 1958.

The wind from Greenland,

The Italian skater came and slipped.

The glass plains of the Great Lakes.

Soon, we'll take these messenger bags,

Many come from Eskimos.

Christmas cards.

Good morning, melancholy. Good morning, lonely.

Good morning, homesickness phase 3!

Good morning, ladies, good morning!

Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce

Waiting for us to argue at the breakfast table,

Miss Suiren, and soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Then go to a strange newspaper to find stingy news.

Then go to the mailbox to find the body of hope.

Then go to the boulevard to meet the squirrel.

Then walk into the crowded classroom with a high nose and a high nose.

Between blondes and blondes, between hello and good morning,

Sit down.

Sit down and look at the blue pupils as cold as Lake Michigan.

Bitong

With Bi Tong, we saw the shadow of Wu Ling's youth.

The shadow of acacia transplanted according to the Tropic of Cancer.

Then step on the green grass behind the art museum.

(It doesn't know Niu Xiji),

On the banks of the Aio River opposite Liu Yin.

(It doesn't know Huan Wen),

To another skyscraper

It doesn't know that Wang Neng can't.

When thousands of miles were trapped on the horizon, I said:

"Although I believe that beauty is better than my land,

What is enough to stay less! "

The train came from Chicago,

Sail to the blue coast of the Pacific Ocean.

The long hiss of the whistle disturbed my thoughts-

I was thinking, in the early autumn of 1959,

In San Francisco Bay,

An iron anchor will rise for me,

When it dives again, it will see

China Fish in Keelung Harbor.

And now, at half past seven, it's zero.

In the dial indicator,

1958 blood has not been exhausted.

Good morning, melancholy! Good morning, lonely!

Good morning, homesickness phase 3!

Good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!

1958. 1 1.5

Dengyuantong temple

The days of thin metal beating

Belongs to percussion instruments

If you don't believe me, you can knock on the horizon.

This is Chongyang, where you can climb mountains and Yuantong Temple.

The Han Dynasty is not far away.

Between this bell and the next bell.

No chrysanthemums, no dogwood, mom.

You never gave it to my brother.

Share my sadness and memory, mother.

I don't have to climb very high. I can do it even in middle age.

The first cry of a naked child

You can listen from a higher place.

Never forget, this is your bloody day.

You paged me in your veins.

You transfuse blood, you give me blood type.

You left me here. The disaster began.

Future disasters

Non-chicken dogs can replace me, and I'm not happy.

Based on the high altitude in thousands of feet, the reality is under the clouds.

It is your beautiful granddaughter.

Shangyun is the mother of feather in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

You are in the constellation, and you are with Fei Changfang.

You go back to the troposphere

Leave me in the atomic rain and breathe the dust.

196 1 year Double Ninth Festival, 34th birthday

Li Ande Lenovo

Middle-aged, still so superstitious.

Superstitious beauty

I want to kneel to Lianchi.

Remember that love has been dead for a long time.

Think about love

The first trouble, the last toy.

Narcissus is thirsty at the thought of the west.

Byron's tomb

The crow is arguing about a dead cicada.

The war didn't stop because Hemingway wasn't there.

Some people are still happy.

Keep a diary in this case.

Nihility has become a popular cancer.

When dusk comes

Many souls bid farewell to the body.

My parents refuse to travel far, and I want to stay here.

Accompany each other

Keep the Hanazono Sakura world, keep the mystery.

So the east is far away and the east is very close.

There is a God in my heart.

Then the lotus is combined into a seat, and the lotus is stacked like a platform.

Nuo, Ye and Tian Tian, Lian and Bian Bian.

You can imagine.

Beauty is in it, and God is on it.

I stand on its side, I am in the meantime, I am a dragonfly.

There is dust in the wind.

There is a smell of gunpowder. I need to wipe my eyes.

196 1. 1 1. 10

Spring reminds me.

Spring reminds me.

Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, is nine years old.

Pick mulberry leaves and catch dragonflies in them.

(You can go back from Keelung Port)

South of the Yangtze river

Xiao du de Jiang nan

Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao's Works

Then I thought of the lake with many lotus flowers and many ling.

A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.

The Small Battlefield between King Wu and King Yue

That war was beautiful enough.

The history of escape

The missing fan Li

It's missing from the wine flag

(It takes three hours by plane from Songshan)

Emperor Qianlong's Jiangnan

In spring, I think of weeping willows everywhere.

Jiangnan, think of

A fishing port near Taihu Lake reminds me of it.

So many cousins have walked across the willow embankment.

I can only marry one of them! )

Walking through Liu Di, those cousins

Let Yi Lao go.

Any old man, in Jiangnan.

(Jiangnan, spray clouds for three hours)

Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.

Accompany me to pick lotus and ling.

Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.

In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain

In Xinghua village in Jiangnan

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? )

Where is my mother?

Easter, it's my mother who won't be resurrected.

A little girl from Jiangnan became my mother.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.

Call me on this side of the channel.

Call me on this side of the channel.

Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan

There are many temples and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are many kites in Jiangnan.

Jiangnan, in the bell

south of the Yangtze River

(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking-thinking.

I can't go back if I want to)

Jiangnan with many swallows

1962.4.29 midnight

Night in the Central Plains

-Above, he looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring.

But he couldn't find what he wanted in two places.

The moon is the soul of lovers and ghosts, and the moonlight is ice.

Light an ever-burning lamp with a blue flame

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, ghosts are awake and people are awake.

People on the bridge froze.

Stretching out my cold and white arms, the bridge stopped me.

Stop me from fishing for Li Bai's moon

Moonlight is an illusion, and so is the moon in the water, not to mention.

Tonight in the Central Plains, people are as poor as ghosts.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, Tanabata is a myth of the blue sky.

Fall to the earth. Mid-Autumn Festival is the hope of the world.

Send in the blue sky. And Zhongyuan.

The Central Plains belongs to the dead, another dimension.

If you come to the bridge in mysterious clothes, if

You cry, you cry on Naihe Bridge.

If you laugh, you laugh on the bridge.

Are we the protagonists of ghost stories or myths?

It is always the sun that invades, and the light is soft and has no edges and corners.

Floating clouds, floating clouds

Like a green flame wrapped around the Buddha lamp.

Phosphorus under the bridge, phosphorus on the bridge, my eyes are phosphorus.

The moon is the devil who steals dreams. Can you go back tonight?

The soul on the other side is crowded, and the soul on this side is crowded.

On the way back, the spirit is marching.

And water, under the bridge, tears, under the bridge.

high/polite society

1962. August 15th. Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the cold war.

In the cold war era, we walked on Xinsheng South Road.

He thought of a hot war, a hot war of resistance.

Think of Lugou Bridge, roar, all the lions on the bridge.

To the mountain city, the cherry blossom warrior on the other side.

"Wan Li Great Wall, Wan Li Great Wall, grow outside the Great Wall-

"Hometown, think of a nation, how?

Chewing exile in the same melody

From Shanhaiguan to Shaoguan. His home

On the Great Wall, no, south of the Yangtze River, but that song.

Every time, it makes his heart sour and his nose sour.

"The Great Wall of Wan Li is ten thousand, and outside the Great Wall is-"

Song, an ordinary song, is unusual.

This is the era of singing, and people sing together.

Exile together, in a small town in the rear.

A thousand exhortations, a thousand knocks.

Who is the reminder of the postmark?

Two faces are years of exile.

Stamps on the front and tickets on the back.

An old song, a flare

The memory of twenty years ago was suddenly illuminated.

In the cold war era, we walked on Xinsheng South Road.

He remembered at the concert just now.

That girl, seventeen, eighteen at the most.

Not yet born, at his singing age.

Tonight, more than half of the audience has not yet been born.

I don't know what is the British concession and what is the Japanese concession.

Yunnan-Myanmar highway, youth army, straw sandals, cheap rice, straw sandals

Empty, years in the bomb shelter, Moonlight

"According to other places, beyond the moonlight, the fire of burning bombs.

The same was true of the night before the big bang when the power went out.

A party like that is the same.

A good girl.

Sing the same song, sing well

Not good, but it made him cry with excitement.

"Don't be sad," she said with a smile.

"The moon is so beautiful, I want you to send me back."

Then she put on his ring.

Seal your smiling eyes.

Cover Tingting and Yao Yao's face.

That was read many years ago.

Seven sevens in the sky and seven sevens on the earth.

Her tomb is in Guanyin Mountain, opposite Danshui.

Last year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the year before last was Qingming.

Walking on Xinsheng South Road, during the Cold War era,

He remembers the abandoned apartment.

An old double bed is waiting for him to return.

"The moon is so beautiful, I want you to send me back."

Think about what the dusk of our ancestors was like on the mainland.

My wife's grave is on the island. What does Tingting have to do with it?

They all left, leaving him alone.

Three generations are divided into three, no, four.

Great Wall Wan Li, Lonely Wan Li, the moon is really nice, he said.

Walking on Xinsheng South Road, in the era of the Cold War.

1968.5.7

homesickness

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

1972. 1.2 1

Changchengyao

The Great Wall is crooked, the Great Wall is crooked.

The Great Wall is falling down, Great Wall, Great Wall.

In the shadow, wailing all night.

Throat is called a broken blood vessel.

One cavity fever

Jiayuguan directly threw it at Shanhaiguan

Call someone, but no one will see you.

Call a ghost, and the ghost will be invisible.

Dizziness, windy and sandy

Brick by brick

Bricks and tiles are cracking.

Shake a shadow bigger than the warring States period

Press it down, press it on my blood arm alone

Finally, go upstairs and people push the wall.

A disorderly thunderclap.

Wake me up.

1972. 10.20

River of no return

The river of no return, the waves leap into eternity.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

What wave is "The Moon Catcher"?

Which wave is the drowning doctor?

Under the red cliff, people still hang bearded Su, just like bearded Su in ancient times.

Listen, the ichthyosaur went east and disturbed many aquariums.

When I get old, thousands of feet will have grey hair.

I should stall Li Sao.

The weak woman Li Sao dragged me home.

Miluo, let me swim across the quarry.

Let the immortal river wash away my sins.

The cold river wishes me eternal life.

Like mom's fingers, when I was a child.

Tickle gently, that kind of touch

In The River Never Returning, Chisai, who has thousands of lips, is the mother.

Lick, I gently, kiss, I gently

Honey, I'm naked

Backstroke is a sucking posture.

A steady stream of irrigation for 5 thousand years

The sacred liquid that will never be weaned, this breast

Every drop is sweet and sad.

Every drop of water on the top of Kunlun Mountain

In the wind, frost and fog.

It originated from the myth of desolation.

The river of no return, the dragon refers to the sun.

At dusk, the dragon's tail enters the morning light.

Changlin turned a page of history, a scale.

Page after page, endless sound of running water.

Winners and losers win the same wave.

Floating is eternal, sinking is eternal.

Shun is eternal, and reverse is eternal.

You must follow the prone position and backstroke.

The river of no return is the sound of the river under your pillow all night.

While moving to the left, it is surging in the left ear.

From side to right, cheeks surge on the right.

Measure and turn around

Keep brandishing a knife

People with insomnia have their heads in the Three Gorges.

Listen to the River of No Return all night.

1972. 1 1. 13

Flying general

Two thousand years of wind and sand have blown.

A resounding name to stay.

His hoofbeat sounded the silence of the Gobi desert.

Listen, Huns, shoals of aquatic plants.

His face is yellower than frightened yellow sand.

His legend spread in Chang 'an.

Who doesn't believe, Baqiao to Baling?

His long arm is longer than the Great Wall.

Hu Qiben couldn't move his arms.

In the play, Liu Yin, a Korean teenager, is catching Khan.

Tai Shigong pointed to his northern shadow when he was young.

String call, long arm hold.

Take a bite, and a strange stone will make a headache roar like a tiger.

The arrow feather is shaking gently.

General Fei, the arrow is on the string.

Raise your heartless long arm.

Kill, Xiongnu archers

Kill, the pursuer of Xiongnu

Kill, captain rude pavilion. You are very rude.

Kill, give up beauty

Kill, general with white hair, over seventy in size.

Long arm of sadness, hanging down

1973.7. 18

Small brown spot

If there are two lovers as beautiful as pitifully.

Let me choose the one with freckles.

The charm is all a little bit.

You are my first and last choice, brown spot.

In order to get that position for no reason

Curl up behind your ears and snuggle up to your mouth or eyebrows.

Add mystery to charm. One legend is that ...

There is a star in the sky to control the sweat spots on your face.

Believe it or not.

Don't laugh, don't laugh too much.

I can't see you in the mirror.

All good things, listen to me, should be marked.

The full moon is no exception.

No, ah, don't laugh too hard.

My heart is not an earring, my heart.

I can't stand your smile.

Swing over and over again ...

1975.8.2

Tangma

Small Teng Teng stands upright or something.

Brush your ears, your surprise seems to have been heard more than a thousand years ago.

Dust storms outside Juyongguan, every spring

When there is a bright moon, there is a Qin dynasty, and Qingqing still misses the grass.

It is the glory of the Tang Dynasty that Guan Ju is in the Han Dynasty, and the wind is not over.

Since ancient times, the end of the postal road has blown, and the long mane flutters with the wind.

The flag is flying in the wind. How many heroes are there?

Spit, stab, stab, stab where the hoof passes

Thousands of hooves disturb the dust in the Central Plains.

Knock, lonely old China, and knock into a huge drum.

The stirrup story on unofficial history's saddle in Qing Dynasty

It's nothing more than you crying to the sky.

The footprints of those rivers and lakes. It's all gone

You are the one who died of failure.

Lost in a group of people, lost in a glass cabinet

Soft green silk cushion is under your hoof.

One small grassland can't stand the dust of war.

Look at that short tail, angry teeth and eyes.

Warm yellow and cold green tricolor glaze blank

The longitudinal border police resumed and the strong men whistled.

Can you kick open this transparent dream?

Broken glass, break free?

The sky is still gloomy and the fields are still vast.

_ _ _ silence, five khans have fallen asleep.

Sleeping greedy crossbowman archer

On the edge of poverty, the bear wolf has become the new enemy of the north.

The felt hat pressed his eyebrows, and his blue eyes peeped in the dark.

Rows of heavy machine gunners on the other side of Heilongjiang

Immortal bones and muscles, heroic, thousands of miles away.

Whose magic finger is this?

Shrink you into such a delicate pet

In the open confinement, you can be loved and enjoyed.

Don't smell the sound insulation outside the museum

On the circulating track, the hooves are lined with grass.

Your dragon likes to chase everywhere.

With Qiang? No, silver cups and shields.

Just for the children of your former knight in the stands.

Be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, sit quietly on the wall.

Not good at riding horses, only reciting horse classics.

1977.3.3 1

Crystal prison

-Chanting watches

Put down a group as if they were looking in the mirror.

You have to clamp it with fine pliers.

The most careful and agile little slave

Which naughty bad elf is it?

Where did you transfer from? What tricks did you use?

Into this exquisite crystal prison?

The round steel door is screwed up according to palindrome, so it doesn't leak.

Day and night, in a tense rhythm.

Push it around a quiet center.

Push all the gold mills into one mill.

Flowing through the century, grinding into years.

Over the years, it became an hour.

When it flows, grind it for minutes.

A trickle from the so-called waterproof gate

Secretly leaked out. This is the largest in the world.

The cutest little factory, ticking.

Never stop work, don't you believe it?

Quietly put it on your ear and put it on your wrist.

Listen to the slaves singing in the Crystal Prison.

Corresponding to the teeth of gears and gear pairs

The monotonous sound of chewing time

The chorus of slaves, you ask, is it happy or sad?

Joy and sorrow are yours. Chew it yourself.

Adagio Sad and Allegro Happy.

Sharp golden mill, listen, there is no sadness.

Don't be sad, just let the whole river flow away.

From your night. Gently, stick it to your ear.

Listen to two rhythms and race day and night.

The pulse of blood is the pulse of cold steel.

Blood is faster, 70 to 60 steps.

At first, the new blood was headed by 140.

The virgin rabbit is far ahead.

But the rhythm of steel is close to catching up.

Put your ear to your wrist and listen carefully.

What pulse is beating your life?

1978. 12. 10

After fifty years old

Five feet three inches, the top has reached the snow line.

The black pine forest is covered with snow.

Shook this piece of white.

It's not a prayer, it's a fairyland.

Black is brought by the mother's fetus, while white.

Is a strict stepmother, wearing it by accident.

In ancient times, there were too many brave people in the mirror.

I'm afraid the snow peak is too cold to climb alone.

I don't know the monologue in the twilight

Is it extended to death or eternal life?

Don't expect me to retire, I won't.

I am proud enough to be at this height.

Lu Yao, it's time to measure horsepower.

You shouldn't lie down pretending to be an old horse.

Ask me horsepower geometry?

Listen to the fire in my chest.

Listen to the burning volcano in Xuefeng.

Listen to the low internal combustion engine running continuously.

Almost unstoppable horsepower

Kick a thousand miles, and 400 horses.

1980.7 War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression Memorial Day