Zheng Xiaoqiong famous words

1. There are more than 40,000 broken fingers in the Pearl River Delta. I often think that if they are all in a straight line, how long it will be, and my thin text can't connect any broken fingers.

2. At the bottom, I sometimes feel that I will be disintegrated by these silent societies and become part of a stylized one. I only wish that I will not be numb, and after screaming, I will become silent and yield.

3. I don't know what is light or dark, I only see the facts. My poetry is gray, because my world is gray.

4. Only when you are insulted can you understand, the so-called extreme, "is a knife that has been cut and issued."

5. If it is destined to be fat, we have a pure fragility in this era, and it is easy to hurt/sensitive, and each word is in front of power and desire/it cannot be as hard as ever.

6. Behind the scenes, I made a sneak peek at the North Sister of the Dog Day. This toyized city did not wear the underwear/desire wind to float the bottom of the skirt. The light that it reveals makes me think of this North Girl. what!

7. The girls I saw in the workshop became the characters in the assembly line every day and became part of the assembly line. Like them, I am gradually losing myself, sometimes being sentimental because of loss, and suffering because of sentimentality. But as individuals, how soft and fragile we are in the reality of the pipeline, because this fragility and softness make us sensitive to reality, this sensitivity is the origin of our pain, they spread little by little, Filled with my heart, shouting in the depths of my heart, resisting.

8. Don't use thoughts to stop the barbaric power/lightning in the body. Ask the sky camel is going through the pinhole/sea to return to the dewdrop path. The disappearing comet/sink into the dark body mortar to pile up flammable substances/they Suffering from the torment of life like moist gunpowder / full of exhaustion these blackened particles / like sorrow accumulated in the humiliation of the soul of the real heat / constantly roasting hot tears overflowing.

9. Everyday / I wander in the middle of the pond / nostalgic memory / actually / standing / floating faint incense under the incandescent lamp / my youth like Xiao Xiao fell wood / scattered like iron filings / pieces falling ground / full of mottled / look up / iron / grow in the flesh

10. Unpredictable fate is quieting from the fire / it's burning pain, the bitten iron breaks in silence... The past and the pain squirm quietly, like hands/tightly holding down the slimming memories/lower The drawings of the head or the dripping water/bright iron that is falling quickly are dimming. I can't tell who the tiny fire is green, the light is bright / its furry light, like the love/weakness in drift Strong, bear the fate of the wandering and the crowd / the forging of the furnace of time. At the moment, my tired heart / need these lightly shining lights, according to / in the dark it is no longer timid, no longer afraid.

11. The hungry machine eats iron every day, drawings/stars, dewdrops, salty sweat, it repeatedly picks up teeth / spits out profits, banknotes, wine bars... it sees broken fingers

12. I settled my body and soul in this small town / its lychee forest, its streets, its assembly line a small deck / its raining wet thoughts, a trip, again and again / I placed my ideals on my top, love, sweet dreams, youth / my lover, voice, smell, life / in a foreign land, under its dim street lights / I run, I am drenched with rain and sweat, panting Gas - I put my life in plastic products, screws, nails / on a small work card... My life is all / Ah, I handed it to it, a small village / the wind blows me away Everything / my remaining old, go home.

13. It is tired of the sky, it has a gray idea / put a silver metal or wooden wheel in the body / in fact it hates the flying life / it wants to return to the world to listen to the chicken, the dog bite / pig Running, it can't get rid of this wing / can't get rid of this death, fixed season and climate.

14. These subtle, unknown powers / they are in the dark, in the heart of the depressed / slowly near the branches of the flesh / their shadows hanging, in the narrow / my fear comes from the dark Giants / They don't know when, where to stretch out / When it's impossible to predict, it's like a spider web entangled you / I can't name them, telling its possible source.

15. I saw the twilight slide down the beach on the window sill/a marbled white face, those love/long along the curved coastline, they have no/ends and no margins, in the cold darkness/ dear,

16. I dreamt that you are like a round of clear moon / disappearing in the light of the morning, those far away / coast, beautiful and intoxicated night, they are hiding behind / time, I heard a sound of waves filled with memories.

17. I count the lamps in my body, they are under my poverty and loneliness. According to me / tired bent down but not yielding fate.

18. Use poetry to establish inner order, maintain a kindness and justice of human nature; use verses to resist the damage caused by power and capital world, preserve human beings' inner ideals and dignity, and heat the inner self.

19. The poet should be a social challenger.

20. If short poetry is my thinking in an instant, and long poetry is a comprehensive feeling close to reality.

21. Perhaps someone has read the feeling of mourning in my poems, reading the screams of fragile and sensitive individuals in reality, and for me personally, I care more about being placed in reality because of weakness The shame of coming.

22. Being closer to reality and the underlying people, as a bottom-level witness to feel the surging bottom, a real working scene with joy, sadness, pain, and hope.

23. People are so fragile, but the reality is a hot steel that can be scratched or burnt if accidentally. The feeling of this feeling in the heart is so strong that it makes people more and more sensitive. As an individual, I will be in it all the time. I hope that my words will express these feelings keenly.

24. Writing these things as a witness is more real than being a bystander. The machine is in your own hands and feels different in the hands of others. I imagined in the bottom of the mine and the writers in the well. Not the same, the former will be more painful and feel much deeper.

25. When a person is at the bottom of the factory and is exposed to the most passionate and energetic life, he will feel the struggle, tolerance, distortion and distortion of living in the factory.