Appreciation of Su Jinsan's Representative Works

At five twenty,

In this cruel era,

From this world

Took our Mr. Wen Yiduo!

to dry one's eyes

I want to make a complaint.

-But who are you accusing?

Oh, sun, I chose you!

At five twenty,

It's you, sun,

A glorious moment,

Why are you watching?

Watching the despicable murder,

In a public place on the street!

Why didn't you fall down earlier,

Or just don't come out!

Let those thugs

Kill all the people in China,

You don't have to testify.

Or,

July 15

It is raining again,

Like the day Mr. Li Gongpu died?

-Alas, it is rainy in Kunming.

Rainy China!

However, at five twenty,

It's still daytime,

Should be under your control.

Who told you to bring it no matter it's dark,

The same terrible day!

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String instrument piano

String-less piano

Hanging on a mud wall full of spider nests

Live a silent life

Although I am used to silence.

But when you lose the warm wind,

Like the footsteps of a sick woman.

Beat the dead leaves on the porch back and forth.

Or the heavy years

Shoot through the eaves

Shine on the chest of the piano

Like a sold baby.

In an instant, I will be from my arms.

Be taken away by sb

at that time

May touch his infinite regret.

Eager to vomit, eager to accumulate.

special

The crowd shouted outside the mountain.

Like the waves of the sea.

Climbed up the window lattice

It really wants to cut open its chest.

cry out

Break down with excitement

however

Have no courage for people

Can't have the same idea.

Certain musical instruments

Dry battery-operated

It's hard to confess.

Reluctantly

one day

Thunder rolled on the roof.

lightning

Stab your eyes at night

Turn yourself into a newt.

Fly out of doors

Breathe with lightning

Roar together

Buried love

We were in love at that time.

We often walk together on the sand dunes outside the city.

She piled up a small grave with her hands.

Put some hay in it and say,

Our love is buried here.

I came alone the next day.

I want to move that little sand dune home.

But there is nothing left.

The autumn wind blew it flat at night.

The next year, I went to pay my respects.

The rain on the sand slope is vertical and horizontal

Like her tears

Some grass buds have been drilled out in the sand.

Looking from a distance, it is slightly blue.

This is not hay sprouting again.

This is our buried love.

root

Written on1February 27, 992, at the age of 86.

Author's Note: A few decades ago, a girl asked me to the outskirts of a small county, and the autumn wind blew, because I didn't kiss her out of shyness at that time, and I always hated it. I can only silently recall the love many years ago in the dusk of my old age.

I don't know her name.

In the newspaper, among a group of college students.

Show a girl's face conspicuously,

Elegant eyebrows

Have a pair of slender eyes.

What is she crying about?

The ribbon on her head is bigger than any crown.

More noble and sacred.

She should be my granddaughter by age,

But crying there,

I tried to grab her arm,

Help her go home,

Her young face was full of tears,

It hurts me!

I don't know where she is now,

I don't know her name.

This is my granddaughter,

I'm taking it home,

Although I don't know her name.

1989.6

ferry

A wooden boat was parked on the water.

No gamblers

No passengers.

Long wickers hung on the planks,

Neither here nor on the other side,

Cut off the connection between Wanzhong and Guanshan,

Interrupted the passage through the ages.

Locals returning from afar

Look at the village across the river.

But can't go home;

People in the village who want to go out

I don't know where to start.

So the ferry disappeared. ...

trolley

Wheelbarrow

On the land in the north,

Play cards according to the routine

Long footprints.

Go far,

Get off the ground

But I didn't return it.

Get off the ground

Created a new world,

So repeatedly,

A thousand miles, Wan Li.

Crash into the sea,

The ground is gone.

Only look at the ocean and sigh!

Go home,

On the way back

Have a home!

seek

I want to find my childhood in Kaifeng.

My height, weight, vital capacity,

Blood concentration, brain volume,

Kaifeng made all this for me.

Which street in Kaifeng?

I haven't walked thousands of times.

Leaves often follow your feet,

In the muddy alley,

Always wet my shoes.

I want to go to Kaifeng

Looking for my dirty handouts at school,

Looking for the ball I played.

Looking for the bench where I sit in class,

There are also red willows that extend out of the window of the classroom.

I can find it in Kaifeng,

On which wall,

Posters and slogans were posted at midnight;

In which building,

A secret branch meeting was held.

On the south bank of Yangjiahu Lake,

We used to walk and kiss,

The stars in the lake are pushed to the shore by ripples,

Whispering under our feet.

My prison,

Do you still have the shackles nailed to my feet?

I want to find my old friend who was in prison with me.

Go with him and see our cell.

I'm afraid I will make Kaifeng unrecognizable.

It's hard for me to know when I go back;

But I'm afraid I can't change my face,

Old friends thank each other and the city is as wide as ever.