给 板蓝根 的一封信 (剧本)
时间：2019年春天
地点：chicago south loop
人物：from 赵皓天
主题：四月底的周六
在雪里看见草地
2019年，信的形式已经是多余，
视频也不是录像带，无法成为礼物
我那么认真地做这件事，并不看起来浪漫，反倒觉得好笑
和时代的洪流比起来，我的这封小信，是呐喊，和挣扎
书写有什么意义？
模仿诗人做的事，又有什么价值？
诗即行动
这里的城市是真实的
拄拐杖的老人
穿义肢的女人
三条腿的狗
在阳光下行走
街上的人用愤怒乞讨，或祷告
发出鲜活的声音
这里的城市是虚假的
这里的树看不见根
想到这里，我就想起云南
想念云南热情的土地
大树肥硕的根毫不害臊，
暴露在火辣辣地太阳底下
孩子可以爬上树的膝盖
去吃鸟
今夜，我思念完整的家乡
你，梦到了陌生的风景吗
（你，给有梦见陌生呢风景）
孤独
这个词太过矫情
但我想我了解你
大锅菜
酒，
你有数过你的酒瓶吗
1，2，3，4，5，6…..
你看他们像兄弟一样
酒
还有花
你平常是不是都在拿酒浇花
四月底还下雪
所有人都在咒骂
只有我还是觉得雪美
这是不是我的孤独
“孤独”这两个字重复轻轻念
就像是小鸟低鸣
让孤独流进水
和幸福一起
烟头落地
像一颗星星撞击地球
孤独，是不是因为自私？
每天混迹大街小巷
你，是不是比我更了解生活呢？
还是我们都在一个深深的梦里
我老是忽视结尾
因为我不知道哪里算是开始
大家都在旅途上
不知道什么时候才能相见
A letter to Banlangeng (The Script)
Time: Spring in 2019
Place: Chicago
Subject: Saturday, the end of April
Seeing grass in the snow
2019, letter, the form is already out-of-date
Video is no longer video tape, it cannot be a gift
I work on this letter seriously, that do not seem
romantic, instead it’s funny
Against the current of the era, my this little letter, is
shouting, and struggling
What is the point of writing?
What is the value of, imitating poets’ work
Poetry is action
The city here is real
Old man with crutch
Woman wearing prosthetic limb
Dog has three legs
Walking down the sunlight
People in the street begging, praying in anger
Making sounds that are fresh and alive
The city here is fake
Trees’ roots cannot be seen
Thinking about this. Then I miss Yunnan
Missing Yunnan’s warm earth
Those fat roots of tall trees expose themselves with no shame
Under the hot and spicy sun
Kids can climb up the tree’s knee
And eat bird
Tonight, I’m missing the complete hometown
Did you, have a dream of an unknown landscape?
Loneliness
This word is too nourishing
But I think I know you
Alcohol
Have you ever counted your bottles?
1,2,3,4,5,6….
Look at them. They are just like brothers
Alcohol
And Flower
Are you always watering flower with alcohol?
Snowing in the end of April
Everyone is cursing
Only I think snow is still pretty
Is this my loneliness?
Repeating the word “loneliness” softly,(Gu du)
It is like a bird making noise
Let loneliness flow into water
Along with happiness
The cigaret butt dropped
Like a star hit the earth
Is loneliness because of being selfish?
Everyday you wandering in every streets
Do you know life better than I do?
Or we are both in a deep deep dream
I always neglect endings
For I don’t know where the start is
Everyone is on their way
When can people see each other?