4Era baru (新时期) 1980-an Sastra Luka 伤痕文学shānghén wénxué Banyak terbit karya sastra: novel,cerpen, puisiTema: kisah-kisah pada masa Revolusi Kebudayaan: kekejaman, penderitaan, penganiayaan, dll
51983 ‘Perang melawan borjuis liberal’ Banyak penulis melakukan eksperimen pada gaya penulisanTetap melakukan kritik terhadap pemerintah dan kondisi sosialWang Meng (王蒙), Zhang Xinxin (张辛欣), dan Zong Pu (宗璞), Gao Xingjian (高行健).Eksperimentalis
14Puisi Gelap Puisi Gelap Meng Long Shi 朦胧诗 Bei Dao (北岛)/Zhao Zhenkai (趙振開)
15The Answer Baseness is the secret knock of the base Integrity the epitaph of the noble Look how the gilded sky drifts full of The inverted crooked reflections of the dead The ice age has past, So why are there icicles everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered Why do a thousand sails contend for the Dead Sea? I came into this world Carrying only paper, rope, a silhouette To speak aloud before the trial A voice that has already been judged I tell you, world I—do—not—believe! If a thousand challengers lie trampled beneath your feet Count me as number one thousand and one.I don't believe the sky is blue I don't believe in thunder's echoes I don't believe that dreams are false I don't believe in death without retribution If the sea is destined to breach the dykes Let all the water of bitterness flow into my heart If the land is destined to rise up Let humanity choose a new summit for existence again. A new turning point and flickering stars Embroidered now across the unobstructed heavens These are the pictographs of five thousand years These are the staring eyes of future generations. --Bei Dao
17Pomegranates Another rain will burst them — they will grin, full of teeth, through the tiny leaves that used to hide them away. I'll take a photo of my pomegranates for you, the only one I care to show. Like others you craved the fruit so much you overlooked the crimson blossoms wounded by worms and winds. You could not imagine some of them would swell into such heavy pride. I can tell you, they are sour.
19Shore The small path leading to lakeside emerges on water Shore The small path leading to lakeside emerges on water. On my way I want to collect time and smiles. Vision glides across sky's green gallery. Honeycomb, that distant setting sun — its buzzing wings spread across water, tickle me. Dusk unfolds gently before me. I leisurely finger its colors. Its shadow tries to whisper in my ear, breathy ripples across my chest. Grass deepens green. Crickets in my quiet waiting sing toward the night about my age. Meandering footpath on the water: absentmindedly I gather fruit bobbing among lotus leaves. Swaying shadows of lotus pods nuzzle my face. By water's edge I hover, vultures one after another circling in my skull release me, disperse toward the forest. A long bench, elegant, settled. In encircling moonlight about to toll, the bell of pure fragrant youth. Years soften. Into trees of fluttering lotus flowers, again and again I recite my loneliness. I tear verse from my fingertips and scatter them; light littering shade. Enraptured, I surrender: recline in a boat drifting across the green, searching in water for trails weaving between the stars . . .
20Tian An Men Insiden 4 Juni 1989 Dimulai sejak April 1989, pemakaman Hu Yaobang (reformis)Menentang autoritarianismeMenginginkan kebijakan ekonomi dan reformasi politik3000-an orang meninggal di lapangan Tian An MenEmbargo: Ekonomi dan Militer