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����Ԣ�����ʮ�� ���� �����˵�����Ҳ�м۸� ����ȥ���� ����ȥ��� ��Ǯ���� ��ϸ��ܻ�ӭ ��ô���õķ��� ��Ȼ��������ѱ��������Ʒ ʫ��Ҳ�������ܵ� ��������ʮ�������� �ͱ�ʫ����˰� ������������������֮�ˣ� ��ô��˼���ǵ�ʫ�谡 ʮ���� ����̤�����֮ǰ ֮ǰ�һ������İ��������� ʳָ��â�ˡ������Ͷ�� The starting price for this condo is 600,000 With southern exposure to sunlight Which has been put on the market by global citizens The interior is appealing The surfaces are smooth To pay rent is monthly bleeding Mortgages are the popular thing Such wonders are here to serve us All the world wholeheartedly agrees Since society's connections are packaged for sale There is no escape for connection-seeking poets And yet Since age sixteen I was packaged by poetry I acquiesced to becoming its commodity How strategic and far-thinking, this poetry business is! Before society's makings could come together, it pounced on me Within the package of poetry I met my underground buddies Mang Ke and Bei Dao and DuoDuo
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�ں�ɫ��ɫ��ɫ��ɫ Բ����Э�����н����� �����б�������� ÿһ���Ը�Ѱ���Լ��Ĺ��� ���������ߴ��ڵĻ��� ���ǿƼ����������켯������ Ҳ��ҡ���˵ĸ��˸��� ���κ�ս���ı䲻�˵����� �����ǹ����еĹ��� �����ߵ����ϲ����оݿ�ѭ һ�������߹�����ǿ��Ͼ��� ��ˮ�Ĺ��� LAWS OF NATURE Among the colors of black, green, white and blue Amid rondo, concerto, or marching tune Each character type returns to its own native land This is the foundation for fortune tellers to exist Such a foundation is not shaken by mass death From technology gone amok or earthly disasters Such rootedness isn't changed by war or politics Death is the native land of all native lands The fortune teller's torrent of words has something behind it Like the laws of water in the old well In the fortune teller's hometown
����ռ�������еĵ������� ��ֻ�����½����Լ������� ����ռ�������IJ��� �Ҷ��ŵ����Ӿͳ�Ϊ���ҵ����� ����ƶ�ռ�������еĹǽ� ��ֻ����Ѫ�������������� ѧУռ���˽������Ƹߵ� �ҵ�����ֻ�ܴ���λ�ս ����ռ���˼�ͥ����ɫ ��ֻ�ܰѾ��Ӳ��ø���һ�� ������ռ����δ�� ��ֻ�ܰ�������Ь �����İ��� ��ֻ��˵��лл THANKS FOR THAT The state has occupied all geographical surfaces I can only construct my inner world downward The government has occupied the biggest banquet table The plate in my hands has to serve as my table Social institutions occupy all the skeletal joints So I pound out a romantic mood with percussion of flesh Schools have occupied the vantage point of education All my theories can do is fight guerilla actions My wife has occupied the facial expression of family life All I can do is polish the mirror a little brighter My children have occupied the future All I can do is help them tie their shoes For this kind of arrangement All I can say is thank you
��ǧ����ı����ں������� ����һ����˻����û�취 ���������˾��� ��Ҫ���� ��Ҫ������ ��Ҫ���� ������������ ����Ҳû����ƽ�� ������������ ��Ҫ����ȫ���Ļ��� ��Ҫ֤��������ҵĶ��� ��ͬ�۸�ı��ڲ�ͬ���Ը� ������߽� ����������� ������������ ��ֻ�ܼ���Ѫ�� ��Ϊ���ط�������м FIRECRACKERS CRY OUT TO GET RICH Hundreds and thousands of firecrackers, crying out to get rich Until their voices get raspy just like people What else can they do? Such is the concreteness of life It needs liveliness It needs a competitive edge It needs explosive force Once lit up by desire There is no more staying quiet Once lit up by desire You split your seams with all the fiery ch'i in your body Firecrackers of different prices are different in nature Roman candles and bottle rockets Staccato strings and cherry bombs Once lit up by desire You squeeze out whatever you have in you And cover the ground with litter of prosperity