I have no snow and can't light up the whole season

I have no snow and can't light up the whole season

Author: Chu Xiangping (Hebei) Editor: Yimeng Fangfei

Sunset time to write poetry

You say I keep writing

Wrote white clouds green plum flowers and streams

Also wrote drizzle of thin cool and tears

Live in this world

Shackles are bound

I have no snow and can't light it up

All seasons

I had to step on my home

Choose a hut that sits alone

Smiling, I read my life like a mail

Deeply understood

What is obtained will eventually take another form

And lost

What is lost will eventually take another form

And repayment

Try to go inside

Silent and quiet, quietly be kind to yourself

Also be kind to us as we are about to quit

Every night

2021、12、22

Compassion This is the most moving heartbreak

Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)

In this complex world

I've been trying to break free of myself

And conquer yourself

I always wonder why compassion is

The most heartbreaking in the world

For those who wish

The tragicomedy of life

I'll raise the dust

Deliberately wait for the day

Look at it to be uglier

More beautiful forms erupt

I also forget the time over and over again

Witness the miracle in this way

Or choose a poetic dwelling

Will be bright moon mountain river

Knead into March peach blossoms

Ride the wind

Or on a snowy night

Slowly fall asleep and then be frozen awake

Or to the point

Destiny

2021、12、24

I didn't want to say anything when it was dark

It was dark

Five fingers were not seen in the darkness

I don't want to say anything

Those homeless children

always

Can't wake up the moon on paper

By the embers of life

Put the cold of the world

Little by little, it was ground into iron blood

or

Scramble together some imagery

Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers

Turn poetry into a fish

There is no light in the darkness

What else can you find

Herds of horses in the dark

Whisper

Constantly shuttling through the darkness

2021、12、23

If it's middle age

Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)

I haven't had anything for you yet

That must be

In my bag

Apart from sad independence

There is only one piccolo left

But in the alleys of my hometown

I will stand on the high ground of time

Thinking of you will be the past of life

And all the upheavals

Blow it to you over and over again

I mourn the long sound of the flute

Must represent

The love of thousands of mountains and rivers

Wait for everything to quiet down

I'll put the white waves

Brocade woven with red willows

The spring that Tao Li has been in love with for many years

Send them all together

The joy you want, the little feelings

Nor will it be absent

Wait for the ice and snow of the Tuotuo River to clear

Compassion dissipates early in the morning

Blue heart track

Your encounter was caught off guard

2021、12、19

About the Author:

Xianda, formerly known as Chu Xiangping, is a native of Shijiazhuang. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the People's Artists Association. He has published a collection of poems "Still Water FlowIng Deep" prose collection "Still Water Breeze" and created a large number of poetry essays that have appeared in various newspapers and magazines, and have been reprinted by many online platforms. "Selected Poems", "Kanto Poets", "Yanhe", "Chang'an Literature and Art" and other magazines. Books such as "Chinese Contemporary Poetry Collection", "Poetry and Distant Places", "Poetry Classics 2017", "Chinese Fine Reading" and other books are included.