Winter in my hometown
It was cold
The sun is in the clouds
slack off
It was only half a day before a hot face appeared
A group of empty nesters
Against the base of the wall
Watch over the years
Eyes lonely and dazed
Dazed and empty
Time has long since taken them
Forgotten in another world
The wind was blowing hard
A few birds on a persimmon tree
Scramble for food
Lonely persimmon tree
More like parents
It's lonely
Lonely left
Bare landscape
coins
Give me pearls onyx emeralds
Give me white jade sculpture costume pop color
I don't
I gladly accepted
The coin you gave me
This little coin
It is more precious than the gold coins of the iron cast "emperors"
It will not be worn away by the years
will not be stolen by thieves,
There is joy and there is silence
It's like a mirror of the mind
Melted into countless beautiful legends
I will save secretly
Save permanently
In the passbook of my soul...
I
I am a little grass
The edge of the village of Meru no
Straighten the stems
Fine leaf micro-buds
No self-pity
There are no fences around
No self-mourning
No gardeners to take care of
Not self-progressive
There is no poplar tree Weigao
Don't sigh
No peonies
Just by virtue of one's own roots
Just by the vitality of the chest cavity
Open up growth paths
Once baked in the hot sun
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Once a torrential roar
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Once stormed
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Once thunder and lightning cracked
No wailing
Once the ghost demon cut the grass
There is no prayer -
Once the beast nibbled
There was no begging for forgiveness
What is it
Enrich your arms
Can endure all this suffering
Please wait until the turn of autumn and winter
Look at the thousands of seeds that ripen
Ride the wind to sprinkle
The trenches of the Loess Plateau...
Until the dry stems
Turned into a flame in the hearth
that
It's my pride
My smile
hydrogen
Days of hydrogen absorption
Time is in hydrogen
Turns into foam
Ringing in your ears
In the river of years
Become music
I sat there
It's like a ripple on the surface of the water
Hydrogen slowly comes from the nostrils
Seepages into the human body
Where the body has been injured
Little by little, it was smoothed out.
Read a guy late at night
Late at night reading a writer's novel
I meet him in the novel
His words warmed me
There was also a bit of coldness in the warmth
Coldness contains poetry
Finish reading the novel
Read his picture again
The picture is a little blunt, and it's still looking at me
After reading the novel, I forgot the content
There's still a little bit of warmth
Turn off the lights and I rest
The novelist also breathes in the text
evening
Too yin oblique shadow
Leaking out of the crevices of the trees
Sprinkle a ground of crushed gold
I sat under the tree
Read its sorrows
The sunset is receding in the distance
Inexplicable melancholy
In the pages of the book that I did not close, I closed the curtain
Mother's funeral
I kept glaring
Someone kept calling my mother's name
The mother's name was after her death
Only then did someone shout
Mother's name
At her funeral
Brightened up
When she had no echo or perception
I was finally called a day
Zhang Yuqin is a teacher from Qishan, Shaanxi. In the domestic print media such as "Oriental Literature and Art", "China Young Writers Daily", "Yanhe" and other domestic print media, he published more than 300 first articles of various kinds. The articles published have been reprinted by large websites such as "China Writers Network", "Guangming Network", "Xinhua Net", "China Literature and Art Network", "France News Network" and so on. He published the collection of essays, "Putting on a Flowing Shirt for the Soul", which is a member of the Shaanxi Provincial Writers Association.