Zang Di was born in Beijing in 1964. He graduated from Peking University with a Ph.D. in Literature in 1997 and was a visiting scholar at the University of California, Davis from 1999 to 2000. He won the 2000 Poetry Award of Writers magazine and is currently a professor in the Department of Chinese at Peking University.
Introduction to Ashes
By the time the door to the hearth was opened, death was out of fashion.
Showers of rain fall in the shimmer of green leaves.
It's as if time never remembers.
We may also be guests of the rain.
The bones waiting to cool down seemed to be needed.
It takes 10,000 years to cool completely;
And the air that is about to freeze seems.
More professional than the emotions of fate;
But in the breath, it has just been formed.
One feels even the deepest dull pain.
Nameless abyss. conveyor belt, in addition to having a youthful shape.
Outside of the reliefs that resemble life, there seems to be nothing in purgatory.
Something else, worth your try.
The world is too heavy, and by the stranger, with the hand holding the broom, you stay.
The lightest of you, as if it were.
You have hidden the tricks of life.
Left to me alone, the final justice.
More cruel, as if a person.
Only by being the best father can I realize that it is positive.
The bottomless interior, the accelerated fall, the tears of broken threads, more than all known truths.
It's all terrifyingly reliable.
August 12, 2017.
Getting started further than the deep heart
The best solace is.
I'm sure I didn't always underestimate your age when you were alive.
There is no other hole card in the universe, and there is no one kind of time.
Just by virtue of its own passing.
can heal this sudden break.
Strings of Life. Apart from your shadow, I have no other negative of life;
But I guess, if I try.
Alleviate it by the power of time.
I am disappointed in the sorrow of this sorrow.
You've been willful to me.
Pure dependence. What kind of trust will there be between you and me?
It's better than being calmer than mystery:
Outside the window, we planted a persimmon tree together.
It's still as green as an umbrella-shaped monument.
I'm not surprised, my gaze.
Suddenly will join your gaze:
This boundless grief is actually the same.
A kind of fruit of life, and this moment.
The difference between the fruits of the iron green on the branches.
It's not so big that I can't tell
Intervals in thunderstorms, shrill cicadas.
It is both the wound of life and the coarse salt of memory.
August 13, 2017.
Introduction to potted plants
In front of the IKEA payment desk, a little curiosity.
Coming to alarm your pocket money.
Every time, as long as you are there, the time in line will be an inspiration to humanity.
It's humorous like a show.
From my father's education, I want not to be recognized by you.
It's already hard. I'm changing, but mostly cheeky, and there's always something in my role as a father.
One of your brothers. You'll remember.
Do you water it twice a week?
Yes". But the standard answer should be, I promise". In fact, deep down, I'm a little ashamed that I shouldn't have been so early.
Just familiarize you with the tone of commitment in advance.
I also know that it's called melon chestnut, which is native to Mexico."
All right. By your reminder, because of the leaves.
It's so good-looking, it seems to belong to the kapok family.
Are you still the object of education?
If the answer is yes, then educate you.
More means educating myself.
I love you so much that I can feel it deeply.
You love me more, more generously, more unconditionally.
The world is difficult and dangerous, but you let me go.
Bringing you into the world. In return, the best thing I could do was only.
Indulge your curiosity; Encourage you.
Experience what's there in your curiosity.
It will really be out of the love of life
Just like this time, I indulge you.
Buy this lovely potted plant and induce you to recognize it quickly.
It's your little plant sister.
August 14, 2017.
Primer on the Light of Childhood
Skinny, but energetic.
Something ignited by the waves.
Even the waves themselves are unrecognizable.
Waving, little flag of life.
A rare flash in the blue sea breeze;
Clearer, cheerful shouts polished.
Jumping on the beach, until the light of childhood.
It looks brighter than the light of life.
The last witnesses should not be their turn.
Father, unless anger can sublimate pain.
A secret so remote that only I can bear it.
Its Full Weight: The Meaning of the World.
Maybe it wasn't provided by you alone, but it was extracted by you alone.
But the essence of life is indeed shameless, because at this moment, forgiveness makes me love you.
So weak that I can only mysteriously identify.
This strange scene: just away from me.
less than ten meters away, and moreover.
Through the large transparent glass, death.
Take away a meaning you have given to the world.
So, if I forgive my innocence.
It's a betrayal of how innocently happy you were.
August 17, 2017.
Instant entry to eternal life
The only sanity left made me realize.
That last look won't be because of.
The indifference of the sea disappears. Back to reality, the boundaries are blurred. Thanks to the cave of time.
resisted the deformation of time, still deep in the secrets of life;
Shades of dandelion, purslane, moon grass, grapevine and hawthorn trees.
Maintain order at the entrance of the cave-
I enter from this side, and the darkness is the direction of darkness.
It's like losing the heaviness of it.
Darkness is also the mercy of darkness;
You come in from that side, and the tapering is a distance, which I will never call a distance;
It's like life and death, me and you.
Because this is more stubborn groping than darkness, it can still form an embrace-
It seems to use a little more force, an instant of eternal life.
will bow to whether or not I am holding it in my hand.
A small shovel that you used before.
August 8, 2017.
A primer than death
With your coming, the original is hidden.
A lot of things behind the world.
began to manifest between me and you.
Link. The earliest bonds.
It looks like the plum of Jiangnan.
A small knot in the memory of early spring.
I encourage you to touch it with the tip of your nose.
Its cold fragrance, and you have another preference, stretch out your little hand to pat the remnants of snow on the branches.
The universe doesn't become gentle because of any bond, but if I'm not mistaken, pull it out, it turns out that a little itch contributes to life.
So many starting points. A slight distinction, invisible, makes a treacherous fate.
Sharpness is in the responsibility of the Father.
tangible, secretly helps me keep a low profile.
There will be trivial toil in the hope.
The exchange is more correct than joy.
Add some oil to your father's pride, because in addition to the possibility of reincarnation.
You're growing up, I know.
I don't have any other secrets in this life.
A cradle that has just been changed for diapers.
It was once a gently swaying bond; Revealed.
The smile on your face is the bond that blooms;
Even when you are asleep, the moonlight of August is a flickering bond as long as I will.
Whoever tries to compete with you in front of me will eventually lose to the name of the Father.
Now, it is death that is in contention
Its suggestion is powerful and aggressive, it suggests that time, it has come from behind, becoming the link between me and you.
But I know that we have another bond, and it is mysterious to this very real sadness.
It's just a little lace.
August 15, 2017.