I suddenly remembered a small poem by Haizi1 that I heard on the radio during my high school years. I was deeply attracted to it at that time, and I still can't forget it. Today, I have the opportunity to record it. I am not someone who likes to keep track of things. I usually forget about them after reading them, so I am too lazy to record these sad spring and autumn moments.
Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, covered in darkness
Sister, tonight I am only surrounded by the Gobi Desert
At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty
When I am in sorrow, I can't hold back a tear
Sister, tonight I am in Delingha
This is a desolate city in the rain
Except for those who pass by and live here
This is the only, the last, expression of feelings.
This is the only, the last, grassland.
I return the stone to the stone
Let victory be victorious
Tonight, the highland barley belongs only to itself
Everything is growing
Tonight, I am only in the beautiful Gobi Desert, empty
Sister, tonight I don't care about humanity, I only think of you
Haizi (March 24, 1964 - March 26, 1989), originally named Cha Haisheng, was born in Chawan Village, Gaohe Town, Huaining County, Anhui Province. He was a contemporary poet. Haizi grew up in a rural area and entered the Law Department of Peking University at the age of 15 in 1979. He started writing poetry during his university years in 1982. After graduating from Peking University in 1983, he was assigned to work in the Philosophy Teaching and Research Office of China University of Political Science and Law in Beijing. On March 26, 1989, he committed suicide by lying on the railway near Shanhaiguan at the age of 25. ↩