下午在圖書舘翻閲一本英譯海子詩集偶爾又讀到的. I read this poem before, but only now by relating it to the discussions in this forum I appreciate it better. It doesn't yet prove its author being a genius, but still gives enough hints to the truthfulness, scope and masterly skill of a true poet. The poem captures the shift of the mindset of earlier humans entering the new culture of agriculture. 詩中有深深的温情、惆悵和期待。整首詩凝聚於简单的意像而意境舒緩開闊，仿佛一尊小小的銅像立着，却有無邊無際的風、塵在它肩頭吹過。這是海子最早的作品之一，年十九。
按學者、農業專家温鐵軍: The agricultural China needed a deep enough land stretch to absorb the periodic invasions of the nomadic peoples from the north. 大一统 served this strategy well. By the way, the Roman empire, rimmed around the mediterranean sea, was unable to do that, thus failed into fragments. 因此中國人說"没有國，哪有家" 是有歷史淵源的，而非僅是循哲學構造出來的迂腐之論。説不定古羅馬人十分豔羡中國人能成就此事。
農耕民族
- 海子
在发蓝的河水里
洗洗双手
洗洗参加过古代战争的双手
围猎已是很遥远的事
不再适合
我的血
把我的宝剑
盔甲
以至王冠
都埋进四周高高的山上
北方马车
在黄土的情意中住了下来
而以后世代相传的土地
正睡在种子袋里