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Rain
nothing happens when the rain is an extraordinary event
else happens but when the rain becomes meaningless:
remember some others do not.
years later, when all is spent,
the rain returns once more
tapping and, while falling,
nothing happens.
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Around the jade
ends when light, darkness fell.
when things settle, I watch a highlight
barely visible, what would it be?
this greenish glow, I never noticed before.
later my hand came into contact with a part circular jade
enveloping as if a cotton string around the fingers.
I can not remember who brought it to me
(I did, later) but this
soft light seemed to me strange
without illuminating the objects around as though looking
the dark glint in the eyes of a blind woman.
*
Winter Solstice
someone burns the money for road
is the day of the winter solstice
the flames light up the tree-lined street,
us, the living, we turn around in the shadows
to be closer to our
dead in the streets, at the foot of the walls in the courtyards of the houses where they lived
our loved ones once;
bear the loss and remorse in our house
the existence of another world
dark as the earth
agile and warm as the flames.
*
You and me and me: we met, we fell in love, lived together
you and me: we lived secluded for a bit of time to
my sin and my pain for you ,
for your affection, for your unhappiness, to me
you and me, the intimacy of the soul, isolation, everything is around
like you, derived by random
meeting, falling in love and living with her parents
random from the food they ate a kind of random
acquired
we have grown to be visited by the winds random
the world will shake like dice
for becoming
of those red dots: drops of blood,
two lines of tears;
only is this necessary.
*
Someone does not say much
someone does not say much
is neither silent nor introverted
saying only what is necessary
speaking only when required by the courtesy
floating on the surface of this is how they talk
in all their lives
summarized in a few sentences
someone lives like an epitaph
reduced long years of a sentence or two
sober as a tombstone is standing in front of us
*
Life
life is a Holiday
inhabited by people
men and women at random as the meeting on a train near
one another as are the lives
life we \u200b\u200bworry so
embrace a little 'closer
outside the station , hot tears on her face
a butterfly flying around
going back and forth without stopping.
(English translations of Anila Resul)
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Han Dong was born in Nanjing in May 17, 1961. Graduated from the Faculty of Philosophy at the University of Shandong in 1982, he taught Marxism-Leninism in different universities of Xi'an and Nanjing. He began to devote himself to writing in 1992 and in 1994 he began working in the Academy of Arts New in Guangdong Province. In 1995 he was awarded the prestigious prize Li'an Liu. In 1998 introduced a new literary form called "duanlie" (fragment / fracture) with Zhu Wen and others. He has published several works of poetry, short stories, novels and essays.
