2022-4 "October" · Poetry · Headline | Gidimada: The place of promise

Gidimada

The famous Chinese contemporary ethnic minority representative poets are also an international poet with extensive influence. His poetry has been translated into more than twenty words and published in nearly 30 countries or regions. He has won the 3rd Poetry (Poetry Collection) Award, Guo Moruo Literature Award Honorary Award, Dadye Literature Award, Shawlokhov Literature Commemorative Award, Honorary Poetry Award, International Chinese Poet Soul Soul Award, South Africa Mikiwa Humanitarian Awards, European Poetry and Art Homer Awards, Romanian "Contemporary" magazine outstanding poetry award, the Bologast City Poetry Award, the Polish Yinitzki Literature Award, Cambridge Xu Zhimo Poetry Festival Silver Willow Poetry Lifetime Achievement Award. Establishing Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival, Qinghai International Poet Tent Roundtable Meeting, Liangshan Xichang Lahai International Poetry Week, and Chengdu International Poetry Week. He is currently the director of the Chinese Confucian Poetry Committee.

Places

Gidimada

You see, there is a promise!

Of course it is not a gift from God to the Jews,

There is no white milk flowing there.

This may be a future place,

Not another utopia, but modernity

Between the traditional flute and the sphere

The world of glass and molding products.

The distance between the stars and heads there has not changed,

But if we leave our soul, if you leave,

Oh! Time, you changed and ended

The seventh way we lead to an eternal road.

At that time, the only eagle was hovering at a high place.

Because of its existence, the meaning of life

It was given some suspicious evidence.

Overlooking the earth from the highest place, oh, planet!

The tilt ladder carries the will of the dome,

That's the function of the function of the heart.

The highway shiny gray light flashed.

That's not the way home, the path of the past

I have hidden at the skull bottom of the drifting, no longer

Children who play the whipper wave on the mountain soil,

His flocks have long disappeared yesterday.

The reflection of the canyon is cast towards the broken sky.

The river is cut into numbers. The same nature of the world,

Let the heavy rain in July furious to repeat impermanence

Crying, roaring to the face of breathing on both sides of the strait.

Apologize to these species, wait for a century or thousands of years?

There is a museum of the stepped power station,

The designs are praised.

The exposed stone of the river silently sighed in the sky.

Oh, the sun! Wear the chief's mask

Listen to the roar of the white fox. People are the scale of all things,

A considerable number of monkeys does not have voting rights,

The truth that speaks to himself can only be proven by later generations.

Not back to the past, that's just a individual life

Recruitment of the spirit of death.

This is the self -dedicated to the traditional silence,

Not belonging to any language.

There is only one kind of no language,

That is to make the same description of different sadness.

A group of three -dimensional cement buildings are like cloned products,

This is the floating object of modern planet,

It's not that they have known each other, but the same face.

This is the future of imagination:

They left here thousands of times, but they

I will go back, that's because the ancestor is still there,

It is unclear whether this is a responsibility or obligation.

No need to push away the ancient wooden doors with memory,

That's just a shadow surviving in the dream.

This is a smart city, the name of the cottage

It is very strange for future generations, if the narrator

Want to tell them that it is not so easy.

The standard neighborhoods here have undergone scientific planning,

The basic foods daily are similar.

This is not Kafka's castle, but the nature of people is the same.

Building materials are like transparent crystals,

There is no smell of dirt and four seasons.

Their lives are completely dominated by the network,

Do not need the truth, cross any obstacle

You can see the flashing electronic eyes on the dome.

No need to ride a horse on the edge of the canyon,

Famous Madrid Azong ① Only survived in the dictionary,

I won't hear the sound of cheer in the round racecourse,

At that time, this kind of mountain horse must not be extinct yet

In addition to the pets that are nursing in the zoo,

It will also be a species worthy of protection,

Who knows how much praise and glory it has received,

Countless warriors are famous for their dedication.

The producer of the three -color saddle lost the existence value,

Even if his boutique is stored in the museum in the city,

The visitors who visited left appreciated. this is not

A era of horses, the halo of the rider is dim,

It is meaningless to find the prediction of horseshoe iron,

Greetings from the windy ridge can rotate the leaves,

Tell humans who just woke up that the times had changed dramatically.

Navigation at that time was faster than today, new transportation tools

Can send you to any place you want to go.

This is the victory of science, this is the victory of technology,

But it is by no means all the victories of a person, because we

Lost the last person who can sing a complete colraction.

Oh! The place where the promise is cast on the glass cast,

It's not the rainy season in summer, the opposite side that cannot be determined,

Tears and rain form an indispensable axis,

It makes the rough mountains like a couple's sleeping position.

A high -cavity folk ballad was repeatedly brought back,

Those travelers who are far away from traditional, for survival now

I have forgotten all the meaning of the roots.

There is no position of a fire pond in the room, and the dark fire only appears in the memory of the old man's gradually weathered.

That scene will be awakened by chance,

The dark wrinkles were filled with turbid tears.

Oh, flame! One thousand years of wisdom distribution center

You have been illuminated by you and taught to your son from your father,

How to welcome life and how to face death,

Words that make the mother tongue float in the eternal gap,

Only the fire can make people sitting around

Seeing those dark things really.

However, in this digital residential area,

What can be provided is not a difference in differences,

Abstract people will completely dominate the world.

In a mixture built by steel and cement

New materials are shaping the future home,

If there are still describers alive, his eyes

Will face the rolling sun

Tribute to everything like their ancestors.

His voice is the only existence at this moment,

Sound -quality bones support the bright sky,

Because of his call, the river was moved

The solemnity of the mountains exceeds any moment,

Every life, those small insects

It will also gather your own team,

Rush to a ritual for life.

Today's Summoner is not Bimo ②

That's all for his call, from this grid woven castle

I found a way, although this road does not lead to

The traditional world we disappears,

However, he let us see the long -lost structure of wearing a bucket structure

And the giant's wooden spoon in mythology.

This is a temple equipped with electrical and lifts,

What you see from each window is the same scene,

The old man's eyes are cast towards the red horizon,

I want to listen to the tweeting of the valley in spring,

To solve the folds that enter the time, only the string of the key

You can tell you your fate and the impermanence of life.

The child watched the poacker from the computer in the North Pole

The process of disintegrating the dolphin, and the white paper on the desk

The fingerprints of the killing person's thoughts are dyed.

In order to support the stayers of this group of human homes,

Their sons or parents are already in this territory

In all directions, do your best for a job.

Only at the end of the year can they return to this called

The hometown of ancestors. Oh, thank you, thanks,

They brought back the accumulated money and dialects of a foreign country,

After joking, the greetings of the mother tongue choked on the throat.

No trains they don't want to take, currency track

Let the survivors travel anywhere.

This is a three -dimensional neighborhood.

Model, towering cables are connected to the transparent mountains.

The buzz of the machine comes from the distance,

The collective employment crowd is on the side of the glass curtain wall,

They are in an orderly manner like a fixed device.

Oh, the high profile on this planet,

You are fucking different languages ​​and wearing different clothing,

Can your soul be at the same time at the same time

Enter a tunnel that is completely illuminated by morality and truth?

Who can believe that you will make an accurate judgment,

Between the two arcs that are not processed in reality,

Why not let the local navel be depressed,

Tell more people to the idea of ​​seeking common deposits,

Those weak things are stones, a button, and one

Instead, when someone mumbles in the ear, repeatedly, continuously, and kindly,

Then the lucky cloak will fall from the sky

The wooden bowl lost in childhood appeared magically in front of him.

Those ancient tile houses no longer exist,

It is a child in the mountains, white cooked smoke

Make the sky and the earth full of crawling ladders.

Magnetic people who sleep in pelvic cavity and abdomen

It was the shadow of the sun that wakes them up.

Eagle is still looking at the mark of the quiet void,

A ant rolled the soil to make a sensitive sound.

The kingdom of logical potato, in the era of hunger

The structure of the buckwheat atoms rescue a race baby.

The source of corn produces the fragrance of baking in poetry and legends,

The life of the semi -agricultural and semi -pastoral life, the proverb cannot be changed,

When wisdom chanting the door of the mystery

Still the flame told everyone in the way of arguing

Hidden in the irrational giant gravel in language.

Unscotted red pepper, ah Nuo Su ③ home!

In every outer wall in the way you are stabbing

It is full of red and peak season.

Ah, mountains, canyons, and forests of different dialects,

Finding a stranger here is more difficult than finding relatives!

Singing on the mountain road on the shoulder

Love songs wearing small piano players!

The royal chicken with a shouting of the feathers of the female wild chicken!

Cut the wool festivals stacked on the wool that is whiter than snow!

Ah every boy's childhood golden chicken!

The beauty pageant of the torch festival, the traditional evaluation of the beauty of beauty

The heart and appearance of light and shadow have been unified!

Ah, a black breeding sheep that has been migrating with epic for thousands of years!

We bite a motto that swallowed into the throat and stomach!

Reality and shadow on this land devour the absurdity

It became a plural life in the mirror.

Each fire lights the night when the elderly and children are illuminated,

Girl’s shyness, hilling sneer, dreaming of dreams,

Ah's wings between mouthstrings and moon piano, ready to fly!

Accept new life, the first time of the shadow of flames

Leave a surprise to light in the baby's eyes. Oh, welcoming death, in order to finally hit the absurd feast,

They are not a game to slaughter livestock

Instead

No ritual can be placed above it, their sorrow

Let other animals fall with the deadly stones.

Can't witness the language of pebbles and hammer that the deceased reborn

Only here, you can only be here

In order to understand the value of the group to a person.

I don’t know if it is punishment or redemption, modern humans

Breathing in a mercury -like glazed corridor,

The expansion of the breast is not milk but a bad silicone,

The task of breeding life gives white test tubes.

Let the parents go back and kick the cradle of celestial bodies like a baby,

Not only did you choose the mother tongue just to talk, of which

The main body of the mountain is our straightforward skull.

Oh, this may not be the era we imagined,

Fewer children who can recite heroic spectrums are getting less and less,

People who can sing in the funeral team

It has become rare animals!

The largest buckwheat on the planet, for the weak and the weak and

People who need help a little space,

Let the ancient language be in the latest legal

Become a text of this world!

The organic slope in the word praises you

Remove the filth with the burning red stones!

Let people who drill the leather be overjoyed!

Song Ming, who was burning with a sound, his father's incarnation!

The mountains on both sides of the ribs, the steep slopes left on the ground,

Hills of Huitang Herbaba ④: Black saddle

Bay banquet by silver jewelry.

Nuo Su's descendants, if you have not forgotten

At the history of Kuji ⑤, give the ancestor Sarabo ⑥ jug,

The worshipers will open the internal organs of salt and wine!

Facing the eternal sun, call, throw fine gold and silver!

The coins of the two worlds, at the boundary between life and death, the shadow of black and white, shouting lingering

Only the birds on the branches left the silver cup to themselves!

Not absolute progress nor is not

Back behind in a modern sense!

Oh, you gave enough water

And took away the only little salt.

If there is no red spike on the soul agate

What is the use of positive plates?

Countless sun -wrapped concrete stairs,

I can't hear the call of the black goat here,

Oh, in the distance there, sheep that jump down from the heights

Whose eyes cover up the dust?

Black goat is an indispensable sacrifice to sacrifice ancestors.

That is an era of intelligence, human heart

It is destined to be on the endless life and death canyon,

They have to return to the field and look for newlyweds in all things.

To climb from steep low places to the highest place,

Wrestling, fighting, riding, those ancient competitions,

Perhaps it is only returned to the organs of Golden Body grid,

Human sons can highlight the male and created flags.

This is the promise, it is hidden in another dimension of the universe,

It is not a real existence, corresponding to the river of time

Unknown abstract territory without names.

Qunshan, barefoot, armor, buckwheat,

Stone mill, golden leather bowl, moon piano, horse cloth ⑦,

Bao knife, eagle claw cup, pot Zhuzhuang stone,

Heroes, beeswax, soul soul, white felt,

Mountain breeze, spectrum, proverb, epic,

Faculty, customary method, overvo, flames, guns,

Father and son's name, wine, cousin, blood relative, marriage, Kobaya,

Wise, saddle, clothing,

Tradition, torch festival, warrior, cremation place,

Free migration, dignity, dead,

You can go to death, advocate black, inner, enthusiastic,

Everything is spiritual, the alliance swears, close to bone blood,

Identity, identity, solemn, pattern, heroic.

They know the reason why people live,

It is to let everyone get rid of the tail that adds nothing to the comet,

This is not a scientific superstition. The divination of man is the left and right,

And God's prophecy can only be confirmed.

This is a place of promise, and the human race will have some time

In order to enter its transparent high -speed station.

Those residents are descendants of this ethnic group,

They have no choice, that's because they can only

Getting the power of astonishment, barbarity and anger from his own awakening.

Oh, the place of promise is to be at that time

Their poets may still live in the world, I completely believe

Although he is still standing in a fixed singing,

But his hands in his hands illuminated the world.

If we have seen that future,

It is like a pair of twin brothers at the time of time,

One facing heaven and the other facing darkness,

The world became very small at that moment

The ice water of the Arctic is full of your forehead, the Sahara Desert

The moonlight is pregnant in a box.

That day is exactly the time to welcome the ancestor.

It's not a living person to sit there, when the wooden bowl is in a wooden bowl

Give the lips to the lips, and at the same time grow painful and happy lightning,

Crown for human nature, let the evil birth

Starting to die, goodness became the only moral after today,

Leave some poor things in the future, don't use a hoe

To harm them, in a variety of species

They have survived millions of years outside the countryside.

The pain and situation they encountered did not only appear today

It's just that this century far exceeds the past, unfortunately

The first thing animals forgot are the doom of the same type. Make time in the four dimensions and make good seeds

Go back to the uterus of people again and let Russell say to the future

It is right to be proved by the star and his father's eternal sun.

Let different mother tongue get new life in arithmetic, because of different ways of thinking,

It is not the pragmatism of tool rationality.

Only when the human race is led by the torch, returning to the wilderness again,

Everyone's face is filled with bronze oil,

Duo Luohe's dance steps are on the hidden beat of the earth, the red cloth on the bull's head

The primitive desires of nature and human beings were announced.

Back to the wedding bed in the earth! Make people's genitals a part of weight,

This is the holiday of life, of course, it is also a human holiday.

Oh, the promise, I hope that the one at that time

Part of this world.

Note:

①: Daria Zong, a name of a famous horse in the history of Yi people.

②: Bimo, a priest of the traditional society of Yi.

③: Nuo Su, the Liangshan Yi people's settlement district claims to be Noissu, which means black nation.

④: Herbaba, the strong priests in the Yi nationality, were the Geya Abi who fell to the king and levied taxes, and ignited the fire handle to kill the pests. Later generations evolved into a torch festival to commemorate this day.

⑤: History of Kuchu, the meaning of the Yi calendar in the Yi Lang, about the annual solar calendar on December 20th.

⑥: Sarabo, an ancient jug of Yi.

⑦: Malu, a kind of ancient play instrument in the Yi nationality.

⑧: Spectrum, the syndrome of the Yi family, men can recite.

，: Duo Luohe, an ancient woman's collective dance.

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