not far in july
——To Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love
not far in july
birth of sex not far away
Love is not far away - under the horse's nose
lake salty
So Qinghai Lake is not far
Bundles of beehives by the lake
Makes me look bleak and charming:
grass full of flowers
Qinghai Lake
my solitude is like a heavenly horse
(So the horses of heaven are not far)
I'm the Kind of Love: Wild Flowers Singing in Poems
The only poisonous wildflower in the belly of the horse of heaven
(Qinghai Lake, please extinguish my love!)
The green stems of wild flowers are not far away, and the ancient surnames in the medicine box are not far away
(The other prodigal sons have been cured and have returned to their hometowns. I just want to see you)
So wading through water is not far from death
Bones hang all over my body
like branches on blue water
Ah, Qinghai Lake, the twilight water surface
everything is in sight
Only the flock of birds with life in May has already flown away
Only the first bird that drank my gem has already flown away
Only Qinghai Lake remains, the corpse of this jewel
twilight water surface
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Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night is shrouded
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight
At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty
Can't hold a single teardrop in grief
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight
This is a desolate city in the rain
except those who pass and live
Delingha...tonight
This is the only, last, lyrical
This is the only, the last, steppe
i give stone back stone
let victory win
Tonight the highland barley belongs only to her
everything is growing
Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi, empty
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you
"From tomorrow, be a happy person. Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world. From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, and spring blossoms." This is the simple life that everyone yearns for, and it is the ideal of the poet Haizi, but on this road of dreaming, he is always disappointed, sad, and confused... Qinghai Lake, the sky is always full of will Rolling white clouds, the lake is always the purest blue, and the lakeside in July is endlessly bright yellow. On Qinghai Lake, the poet's loneliness is like a horse in heaven. In Qinghai Lake, he extinguished his love. Delingha on the Gobi has his elder sister whom he misses and longs for the most, and his love is like a tide. The desolation and loneliness in Haizi's heart are far greater than Delingha, a city shrouded in night and desolate in the rain, and the great loneliness of his soul, which sister in the world of mortals can bear it?
So Haizi, who was only 25 years old, took "Old and New Testaments", "Walden Lake", "A Lonely Raft on the Ocean" and "Selected Novels of Conrad" to Shanhaiguan, and completed the conversion of life by lying on the rails... ···
We were very lucky to meet the fifth Haizi Poetry Festival when we arrived in Delingha. The kind-hearted Delingha people summoned the lonely soul in heaven by playing, singing, reciting, and sand painting. With tears in my eyes, I choked up and followed the crowd to recite the poem with a hearty and bright style:
Be a happy man from tomorrow on
Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world
From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables
I have a house, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming
Starting tomorrow, communicate with every relative
tell them my happiness
That happy lightning told me
i will tell everyone
Give every river and every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I also bless you
wish you a bright future
May your lover be married
May you find happiness in this world
I just want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming
