海子诗选6（Haizi poetry 6）.docVIP

海子诗选6（Haizi poetry 6） [four sisters] Four sisters stood on the bleak hills All the wind just blows to them All the days are broken for them A grain of wheat in the air Lift up to my head I am on this barren hill Miss my empty room, covered with dust The four silly sisters Ive loved! Radiant four sisters At night I head, roll volumes, and Shenzhou Think of the blue four sisters in the distance The four silly sisters Ive loved! Like four poems I love to write with my own hands The four sisters of my beautiful company One more than the fates Driving the beautiful pale cow towards the moon shaped peak Where did you come from in February? The sky rolled over the spring ray. Where did you come from? Not with strangers Dont come with the wagon Not with the birds The four sisters embraced the tree A grain of wheat in the air With yesterdays heavy snow, todays rain Tomorrows grain and ashes This is the wheat of despair Tell the four sisters, this is the wheat of despair. Always like this The wind is behind the wind The sky above is the sky The road ahead or the road? [dawn] I sweep the sky and the ground clean Return a strange acquaintance I waited alone, and I waited gloomily The snow of February, the rain of February Spring flows in vain For whom are flowers opened? Always such a beautiful wounded wheat With fragrance standing on the hill The desolate earth bears the thunder of the desolate sky The volume is my wings, very bright Sometimes its like a gloomy day The holy book down and dirty joy Of course, my injured wing The desolate land endured a more desolate sky My empty land and sky Is the synthesis of a roll up and down The holy book, my split limbs Rain and snow and tears were shed in February [dawn (two)] The cup in the dawn holding the blood of her own son Holding me, the twin brothers of light Walking in the highlands of ancient Persia The land of sacred classics The light of the sun floods the plain on both banks like floods Taking the blade like light wheat Trav