Poetry: Chen Jiao (Heilongjiang)
Photo: Ren Qiang
Don't ask me where I'm from
There is no record, no history to examine
Don't be suspicious
Whether there is royal blood, whether there is aristocratic genes
Heaven has my blue palace
The mainland has my silver crystal harbor
Don't ask me which way is sacred, which fairy
It is possible to catch the moon in nine days and catch turtles in five oceans
Stop in the north this winter, and the north is home
I am your angel in white
If you grieve and suffer
The north wind blows your head for you and drinks a cup of refreshing tea
Stop worrying about confusion in your head
If you are wandering and confused
The west wind shakes your shoulders and drinks a pot of silver ear soup
No longer helpless for the desolation of the heartland
Build a snow castle, and you are the king of the snow castle
Enjoy the imperial honor of three prayers and nine kowtows
Or build a snow town, you are the high-ranking officials and nobles of the snow town
Enjoy the rich glory of the Red Wall Deva
Or sculpt a group of snowmen
You are the invincible general of this group of snowmen
The Prancing Horse gallops across the country
The sky waved at me
Wave the long sky, walk thousands of miles, chase the stars and the moon
The earth beckoned to me
Jade butterflies are colorful, long sleeves flutter, and the world is turned upside down
2021.12.01 Morning grass
Editor: Li Xunxiu, Zhao Yanju, Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature