King Ren Tian
Nothing more
In the red earth, grass-like life
After passing through the wind outlet, it is autumn
With the exaltation of a poet, go straight up to the sky
Touch with drift clouds
The rest, in this lonely twilight
A unique body bag of poetry
For those
Covered in gold and silver, the song of the smooth one
I never went to extravagant expectations
I don't dare to expect a heavy harvest and a lot of fruit
Maybe from grassy youth, all the way crazy
When I don't know, everyone is like me, desperately fighting
What the hell are you trying to fight for?
In this twilight
Suddenly, I understood that the wind was blowing through the reeds
Poetic shell, fluttering in the wind
Everyone who reaches life does not know
Looking around, I saw reeds dangling among the drifting clouds
Originally published in Dianchi, No. 6, 2018.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival
I picked up the mooncake
I think of you, my friend from the next life, Liu Ji
From that moment on
I will meet you in the moonlight
Bake a campfire, nibble on burnt bread, and sing together
Let's talk about the happiness of the world and the happiness of the people
You talked about your hometown Wencheng very carefully
Including Tongling Mountain Forest Park and Feiyun Lake Waterfall
O old friend! I said: Raise your glass and dry this cup
Let's go together to build your hometown
You sigh and say: Yungui also needs to build
In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, a sharp point pointed out the occlusion
And said that five hundred years later Yun Gui won over Jiangnan
One sentence evoked many things on my mind
Old friend, I only blame this burnt bread and that mouthful of dead wine
It brought me to tears
Old friend, the moonlight is very bright and bright
Loved ones are heavy in my heart
In the moonlight
How I look forward to it
There is not a single disaster
But droughts, floods, earthquakes, mining disasters
One by one, they are shocking
In the sunlight, I saw childish faces
Fight hard
A star shines selflessly on them
You say North Star or South Pole Star
Oh old friend
Could it be that he was really drunk?
It was a five-pointed star
The moon rises and you are drunk on the bed
Enter my dreams, and I will enter your dreams
Just want to tell you
Now Wencheng is very beautiful, very beautiful, under the stars
Just like the moonlight
Originally published in Today's Wencheng on August 11, 2010.