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作者：Zhao Ran

Most of the time

I have lived on imagination

Tearing life into pieces for fun

Then piecing them together

Like playing a jigsaw puzzle

Where those don’t fit

Is the trace of unbearable pain

Also on that morning

Someone knocked at my door

Pulling me back to Future from Past

Moon, orphan-like

Fades away with attention from no one

At age of eight

I met iron-like stars

Whose tearful recount I can still remember

Later on I have grown up slowly

I wrote poems in my adulthood

Suddenly finding it a time killer

I met an old essayist in an Internet Cafe

Whose handwriting with brush and ink

Has spanned from Nan Song to now

The writings started fading away

Paper yellowed

This old man was neither like Li Po

Nor like Du Fu

Much closer to Bai Juyi

Later on, he lived in the United States of America

But could not change his habit of drinking yellow wine

Last time I went there

He wanted me to bring him some beans

To satisfy his craving for that

I also saw a bleeding scarf

Bloody stains still fresh

Scarf went to hospital several days later

A nurse wrote

Many theses on his body with needles

His blood was slowly sucked up

The nurse promoted to be a head

After scarf left hospital

A nurse was said to have wept for a half day

For what did not know

I had been kept in sickroom for another year

Later on, I fell in love

With a Miss Nurse for a half year

I could not put up with the prescription

And left her in the pharmacy

I learned how to turn poems into drugs

Selling them

Many boys and girls groaning without being ill

All peasants said that

They almost had a harvest

When the fake drugs were popular

I was lost in the Internet

And could not get out there

But I swear

That fake drugs case had nothing to do with me

But I need to confess it clearly

That night when I invited Mr. Editor for dinner

I drank more MaoTai than I could take

For which I have already written a report

And are detailed in the history book

My memory

Does not fully respond to my experience

Some things

Can be lies from the very beginning

One day I went into a chatting room

Kicked out by its administrator

Where my story started

With a not bad ending

Since then I have been wondering

From site to site

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