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outlet
The city gate tower is still there
It's still sitting upright, with a gray face
The golden teeth were freshly inlaid
Some hard things always have to find an exit
The North City Gate is my exit. Outside the city gates
It's poplars, poplars outside or poplars
Over the decades, I've walked through those poplar trees again and again
And I've always been outside the poplars
It's the same pride as I am
Later, I got a strange disease
My muscles were getting softer
I saw the back of myself
See the humble man
She said she was lost in the phalanx of poplar trees
No export could be found for decades
02
Say goodbye to Shuanghai Lake
On the way back, pass through Shuanghai Lake
The shrubs fall high and low, blocking the line of sight
I can only pass through the gap
Figure out what the lake looks like
A bird hovers against the surface of the lake
It looks a little hesitant
The lake water is cool
Shadows fall illusoryly into the water
I threw a stone at myself
The river rippled and quickly returned to calm
The stone sank to the bottom of the water, into my body
It is the migratory birds destined to migrate
Sunlight is intermittent
The residual temperature of the stone steps
Just enough to keep a thought
Amorous
All I take away is a man's sadness
Birds look into the blue sky
Shake your wings once in a while
03
Tie the rack for the beans
Two rows of beans grown in the yard
Pull out the vines
Father used a few wooden sticks
Set up the frame
Mother is in front of every bean
Stick out the branches, carefully
Put the beans on the shelves
It's like supporting us when we're young
A stubble in the vegetable garden
Fill the emptiness in your mother's heart every year
Mother was eighty years old, not long ago
Three ribs were broken
Look at your mother
My ribs were faintly sore
04
Old lunatic
Old lunatic, walking with his hands on his knees
The head is often covered with hay
There are words in the mouth
It's like a confession, and it's like consultation
At night, she was quiet in the grass
As inactive as those grasses
A white feather floated up from her torn shell
Inside the main room were her husband and another woman
No one knows how crazy she really is
Occasional seizures
She always held her head and shrunk into a ball
Shout, "Never mind, never mind."
05
Street
His face was covered with marks, and he was asleep
Creaking grinds teeth that have been loosened
Over the years, the courtyard walls and walls have been covered with green and gray
There was only one lonely place left at the fence gate
Kids running around the streets
Like a sparrow with early wings
Scattered everywhere
Some are lost and there is no trace
I made a face with the old locust tree
Finally knocked out the cracks on the old street
Pull out a branch
From the old street body, from the locust tree body
From inside me
Plant it
How long will this full of warmth haunt me
Author/Sun Xiaoyu
Introduction: Member of Qingdao Writers Association, Member of Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Li Huamei
Introduction: The owner of the small garden, a member of the Shangquan Recitation Society, a literary and artistic woman who grew up listening to the radio, firmly believes that the book volume is the most unworldly temperament, and the road traveled and the books read will be transformed into the most natural makeup. Strive to pursue a warm voice and interpret words with attitude. Let the years pass, I only wish that there is a story in my heart, and there is no wind and frost on my face.
Participated in the editing of this issue
Editor-in-Chief: Jing Qiu
Editor-in-charge: Wang Liming
Typesetting: Sun Xiaoyu
Proofreader: Xue Guangxun
Audio: Li Huamei
Published by: Jiang Yunqing
In Qingdao's West Coast New Area, a season of poetry has quietly arrived. There are mountains, there are seas, there are temples, there are customs, there is history. All the people of Qingxi New District who love this land and love life, Qingxi Poetry Society is waiting for you here to write a poem.
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