<b>Zhang Xinian's original group of poems is six</b>
First, the old ferry boat on the Chilei River
This old ferry
It's really old
It was as old as the old buffalo on the shore
Since the first day I knew it
It's on this river of years
Shuttle back and forth over the years
A moment will be a group of guests
From this shore
Sent to the other shore
A moment later another batch of guests will be
From the other shore
Welcome to this shore
At the same time was sent away
There are also birds and red suns
Ushered in
There is also the bright moon and the breeze
There is also the birth of the sister, the death of the five sisters
Tired and tired
It was in the middle of a burst of evening singing
Bring yourself
Pillow into a ping of waves, a bend of water in the middle of the moon
Pillow in
One came to sketch
Young painter's
on canvas
Second, let's go to the sea together
Remember we had an agreement
Agree on this season of blossoms
Let's go see the sea together
Go see Haizi
And his house
You say the sea is not far away
It's on the back of a screen
The end of a path
The end of a song
We only need to prepare the rations for three days
and a Bible.
Just do it
In fact, you are not far away
Your kingdom
Between and me
at the most
Just a distance from a poem
But you're on your promise
Unprecedentedly, the appointment was broken
I warmed and warmed the rice wine
Finally did not wait for its distinguished guests
The day is October 11
Your city
It's snowing
Since we can't go hand in hand
I'll do it for you next time."
Shells recovered from there
Can you go through WeChat
Courier to you?
Third, there is snow tonight
When thinking of you
I will open the WeChat window
There is a cold plum outside the window
Open in the corner of the small order
I knew you would come
Just tonight
There is no snow in Lingnan
I had to scoop a scoop of moonlight
Boil tea
Turn on the TV
The weather forecast said
There was snow tonight
Under Chang'an
Suddenly
On my poems
Snowflakes dancing wildly
A line of footprints
Missing
4. The Song of the Frog
Don't let the manhole cover block the view
Don't let that idiom limit your imagination
On this day when the paper kites swim in the sky
You might as well make the pattern bigger, and then zoom in a little more
You can think of yourself as a prince
From fairy tales
Ride a white horse
Travel through a poignant legend
In front of you is a dappled sunset
Behind you are a few lotuses with buds
You walk in song
Face the surging green waves
When a dragonfly breaks out of the painting
You are no longer the frog trapped at the bottom of the well
You are the son of the dragon
The limbs have feathered into wings
The witch can't lock you up. Fahai town can't stop you
The day when the water floods the golden mountain
The sea will return you a piece of the sky
5. Metasequoia on the shores of Rouge Lake
It's not going anywhere
Right on the shores of this Rouge Lake
Settle down and settle down
Comb your hair in the spring
Summer makeup
Autumn faded away the old clothes
You say I wave I wave
You say I'm a demon, I'm a demon
I also wave a name to demon and demon out of a head
Don't ask me where I'm from
It cannot be found in the classics, and it cannot be found in the myths
No royal blood, no aristocratic genes
Just an ordinary family woman
Live by the water
I will laugh on a sunny day
Crying on rainy days
Haze days will frown
I was born hard
Whether grafting or transplanting
As long as there is water, as long as there is light
As long as there are flowers and birds
I can live
The sky was dry, and I poked an inch into the ground
The ground was waterlogged, and I stabbed an inch into the sky
Who dares to marry me
I lay in his arms
Never get up again
On the evening of November 26, 2021, in Tangxi, Guangzhou
Read the bloom of a flower
In front of the vassal style
It is best to burn a fragrance in your heart
Pray for heaven and earth. god. ancestors
Then put yourself
Place in that pot of boiling water
Wash repeatedly
Decontamination. Descaling. Go to desire
Wait until a drop of water is clear and clear
You can use a stool as a horse
Follow the trail that stretches from the ancient paintings
Travel through a blank area
Before the snow and wind arrives
From a dead branch
Read the bloom of a flower
December 4, 2021 in Tangxi, Guangzhou
【About the author】Zhang Xinian, a native of Yuanjiang, Hunan. Freelance. He now lives in Guangzhou. More than 500,000 words of novels, poems and essays have appeared in newspapers and periodicals.
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