I was standing on the desolate and the Great Wall on a real, dead trees and vegetation lost in the vast expanse of gray in the cold off, breathing with the chest beating and the sweat on his forehead exudation of the wind in the cold and wet is particularly credible, at the foot of the old brick in a little sway in the wind, you can experience the ultimate outcome of it - turned into sand, far-sighted, fantasy west of the Great Wall at the end of it, imagined it the mystery of space separated, fantasy its time to pass through before the shock, while the levels of lead as the rain clouds rolling sea fog shrouded in tipping small and small on the Great Wall and the surrounding mountains and rivers, the sea and the high head and low to suppress the extension of your vision and your ideas, just to make clear at this moment you feel the Great Wall in the endless space and infinite time. In Haizi's poets,there is some secrets in Great Wall.

Great Wall at the moment some years ago as a volcanic winter Wudalianchi I see the scene, but not like the scenery of the landscape brought about by similar feelings - you stand on the northern winter, the north side of a white winter on the wilderness, standing on the northern wilderness of a white volcanic Britain, hard days of winter, the high thin and distant fantasy cooling mist as you breathe the infiltration of the lungs, and solidification of all the experience you have been thinking, you can see the ring around the volcano, to see far beyond the distance and lack of clarity of the ring volcanoes, through the distant mist smoke purple you can see the distant horizon and the horizon, can you have can not imagine a more remote location. You can only understand through the Millennium came to you before the endless quiet, and never experienced the open.

Great Wall and the northern volcanoes, wilderness, you can experience the landscapes and scenery beyond your experience with the end of time-hui a duplication of an idea in your screen so that you can only sigh and stumbled unprepared guess at this time You will find their own small and short-term in human history, you will find thinking and cognitive limitations and the deception, the Great Wall and the northern wilderness of the volcano and stand in front of you, but some things do not explain to you, just like human and natural as if you have been to conceal and what metaphors ... ...

They have a secret.

Borges's "The Great Wall and the book," said: China's first emperor did two large-scale systems engineering: the Great Wall biblioclast and repair. Biblioclast obviously to the Abolition of history, is the repeal of time, is to burn all text, erase people's memory. Space and time aspects of the scope of the Great Wall of biblioclast is designed to stop the death of screen magic. Because "Baruch? Spinoza said, all things there is always hope. The emperor and his FANG they may believe that longevity is inherent in the nature of immortality, could not enter a closed bad world. Perhaps that the emperor In order to truly become a first, would like to re-create a time? Borges, referring to the topic of the magic, the continued speculation: it could be envisaged biblioclast fortification and not the actions taken at the same time. in accordance with the order we choose, we can imagine First, destruction of the King, then only do so for the protection of helplessness, or know all suddenly, destroyed what he had to maintain. Perhaps the Great Wall is a metaphor, only the emperor who punish those who worship the past, as in the past to do a voluminous, unwieldy, no with the project. Perhaps it is a challenge to the Great Wall before the emperor is the thought: "It is this thin thick ancient and I can not change the status of executioners, but can occur later, and I think the same people, like me, he destroyed books I like to destroy the Great Wall, I erase that person's reputation, but it became my shadow and the mirror without realizing it. "The emperor before fortification surrounded the empire, perhaps because he knew that the empire is not sustainable; he biblioclast, perhaps he knew that these books are sacred book of the universe and have the conscience to teach everyone. Biblioclast and fortification may be the secret of mutual action of low sales.

Finally Borges wrote: "the present and the future of the land to see I am not cast a shadow on the Great Wall, is an order of the world's most humble nation burned his past history of the shadow of Caesar, we may be the idea of spontaneous and with the speculation that has nothing to do, (it may lie in the characteristics of large-scale construction and destruction of the contradiction between) to be summarized in the above situation, we may be able to draw such a conclusion: all forms of properties exist in their own, rather than guess the contents. "

Poet Haizi also try to figure out his works in space delimited by the Great Wall --

Far only in the death of wild flowers in a pool,

Bright as a mirror, hanging grassland, reflecting the Millennium years.

I am the sound of sobbing, the tears, no,

Ma had to fight alone grassland.

Great Wall with the wilderness, and nature of human civilization, the poet with his inspiration had been the heart and touch in the perception that they form and metaphor inherent in the secret.

I was also speculation of the secret, never by our natural awareness and understanding of that point of manufacture of the unlimited time, space and wilderness, and volcanoes, we also had a human and of the First Qin Emperor, and they continue to create the Great Wall, civilization and today me and my ideas and articles you have seen everything ... ... perhaps it is only in order to achieve a sinister purpose, that purpose may be hundreds of millions of years of evolution to complete a test, may also be simply to are all there to perform a complementary role of the magnificent drama...

Personnel may only poetry can really understand all this is not anywhere to be found in any interpretation of this verse to a metaphor, this is the poet and the most deep and distant human sadness...

I miss Haizi,and I miss Haizi's poets.