This is the most proud of Laomu, and I am also very impressed by its image. I once told Laomu that this poem has a total of two words, but now two gold words are available. An Laomu agreed, but he still recited two gold words when reciting. Later, Laomu published few poems, but he edited a new wave of poems, which was greatly influenced by the Chinese textbook for the Colombian election in the United States.
Luo Yihe is also my classmate. He is quiet, modest and taciturn. He always carries a small, slender-faced, feminine character with him. I borrowed it several times, and I can read it in person every time. After his new graduation, his other one was assigned to October magazine as an editor. Once he met him on Peking University campus, he asked me for a manuscript. But at that time, I didn’t believe in myself and never sent him Luo Yihe’s poems. His poetry reviews were as good as those of the sea. He was the first to interpret them.
When Yihe died, almost all of them attended his memorial service in Beijing. On that night, several of them got together and drank heavily. No one talked, and after getting drunk, several of them hugged each other and cried to the sky.
At that time, there was no sea, Cha Haisheng and Cha Haisheng, and I came to Anhui Province, but I was a fellow countryman to bring him to play. It was my sophomore year. Cha Haisheng was three years younger than me. He was born with a round face, a pair of eyes that were smart and sharp. I can’t remember what he talked about at that time. It seems that he deeply chose law and regretted that he was full of envy for Chinese and literary creation like most liberal arts students at that time. Later, we met in classrooms, libraries, canteens and other places and said a few words. After graduation, I heard that he was assigned to China politics and law.
At the end of March, 1989, my colleague, the poet Liu Xi, told me that the sea in Peking University was killed on the mountain-sea horizontal track, and when he died, he took four old and new ones with him, and a note was selected from Conrad’s novels, which said I was dead.
Luo Yihe, a few poets of Peking University, died later. Luo Yihe died of a cerebral hemorrhage. Gomel fell into a small river in tsinghua campus. Lao Mu first went to France. A few years ago, he heard that he had returned to his hometown of Pingxiang, Jiangxi, and then he disappeared.
Their ending made my wife feel shocked. She was afraid of poets and Peking University students, but the double-edged sword of fate made her choose a Peking University student who wrote poems.
One sentence is evaluated by Peking University people as rising higher or falling completely, or achieving or destroying oneself.
The sea is like this.
A sudden downpour in Hefei in the early morning blocked me in a bar. After reading the email, I went on to read the myth of the sea counting the sea.
After the rain stopped, my old friend Songmiao took me to Huaining, and drove in a foggy car. The trees on the roadside of Hefei Jiedun Expressway were half green and half yellow. After cutting, the rice fields were covered with uneven rice stubble. Songmiao was Huaining, but he was full of nostalgia. He counted his hometown celebrity Deng Shi, Chen Duxiu, Yang Zhenning and Deng Jiaxian like pearls.
Return to the sea. I took over his words
Who on earth is the sea that deserves you to come so far to see him and get to know the sea before loosening seedlings?
You’ll know when you get there, I said
The fog in Chetongcheng County suddenly dispersed, and the sun shone on the road. The field had not been cut, like hidden gold, and suddenly it was shining. The sea knew that you were here, and you were not superstitious. Songmiao said happily
Less than a kilometer away from Chawan, two children waved and stopped at the roadside, and the roadside room was their black roof and blue brick wall door was open. They asked where the two children were going and replied that they were going to Chawan’s grandmother’s house.
Chawan, do you know the sea?
Why didn’t you know I could recite his poems? The tall girl recited them.
Be a happy person from day one.
Feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world.
From the sky to the heart of grain and vegetables
I have a room facing the sea and spring flowers.
They are brothers and sisters. The tall sister is called Ye Qin, and the short brother is called Ye Shuai Ye Qin. Ye Qin studied in Gaohe Town, the alma mater of Hai. She told us that many people came to see the sea, especially during the Ching Festival, and people often cried at his grave and lost Ye Qin. She also said that Hai Shi had been selected for the Chinese class in high school.
Chawan, a beautiful village, has a poor life and poetic landscape, which has nurtured Haichawan and made a red soul dream. Finally, he came back here.
The village is rich in grain. I settled down.
The less I touch, the better.
Cherish the dusk village and cherish the rain village.
Wan Liyun and I are forever sad.
The three children also took Ye Qin with us to the back of the village. After the village, a small hill was littered with grass, and the newly planted cypress was not thick enough. The hill was surrounded by two ponds, and the lotus pond was already dark and withered after the autumn wind, but fresh vegetables, cabbage and mustard were growing in the vegetable bed next to it.
The spiritual roaming of the sea, the divine poet, sits quietly on the sunny slope in the northeast corner of the hill and stares at the pond and his village. He has witnessed the failure of spring to the Netherlands for 16 times.
Where did those tiny wild flowers go? The palm of your hand that guarded the secret of wild flowers floated to the square.
The sea tomb is simple and generous, with a yellow dragon on the top of the tombstone and two small niches on the surface of the tomb. The sea came back from Tibet, and the two Mani stones were embedded in the right niche by his father. The two stones weighed about kilograms. My father knew that it was a deep love of the sea and left it in the tomb to accompany the sea.
In 1994, the monument was erected in the name of the young nephew and niece of Hai.
It’s unlucky to kill according to local customs. It’s hard for villagers to understand why so many people come all the way to Chawan to pay homage to a mother who killed the sea.
This tomb, this village, is somewhat out of place.
Two mountain ponds and a weir dam stepped over the weir dam, passed through several bamboos and entered the village. Less than ten minutes’ walk, I saw a room with a plaque saying "Former Residence of the Sea".
Mother Hai saw us coming when she answered the phone. She hurriedly finished her words and hung up to greet her. Soon, father Cha Zhen of Hai also came in. A kind and insightful mother of Hai once expressed her affection for her in a poem.
There are people living in the village
Mother and son
Children grow up quietly.
Mother watched quietly.
