a real poet, better than Bei Dao and a bunch of other mediocracies. Chinese poetry suffered Luo Yihe and Haizi's death in 1989 too much that a lot of writers thereafter turned into trauma dumping mode
Decent read to optimize time intervals between our everyday activities. This is one of my first collections of Chinese poems: some pieces spoke to me stronger than others. Even with my stupor in poetry, one can feel his strong obsession about the village, the Mother Earth, and death.