Shisan Chen was born in 1992. His poems appeared in Sandong Literature, Strait Poets and many others and he has won several poetry prizes.
So far, I have arrived at a piece of white wilderness
Stagnation, those poor stars, the sky becomes uneven.
I brought a strong liquor, tall poplars stand, hard,
Wine, unknown pigeons,
The north! The northern wilderness, north of wine, dry and hot wind blowing in the northern wilderness.
So far, the story of my life has been packaged in villages, the story of my life from the North river,
A handful of loess will prove me, prove the relationship between me and the moor
Me and the village, me and the loess.
I made a fire in the wilderness, I heard wild beasts in the howling,
Quiet howling, howling in mature loess,
Thrilling howling, howling called the beauty of flames,
The howling of the north! The wild North, northern rough,
So far, the wilderness is the north,
The north is the flow of the river, ancestors farming under the sun.
Wilderness, the sower of wilderness, wilderness of poverty,
Hot wind blowing in the wilderness, the original wind blowing in the wilderness,
Blowing the ancestors' statue, blowing on the voids of life.