【Poetry Journal: Winner of the 2020 Chen Ziang Youth Poetry Award】
Selected poems by Yang Qiang
About the Author
Yang Qiang, No. Snow Window, born in 1987, from Xiangyang, Hubei Province. He won the 2020 Chen Ziang Youth Poetry Award of Poetry Journal, the second "Tan Keping Cup" Young Poet Award, the overall champion of Zhejiang Satellite TV's "Upward Bar, Poetry", the third "National Poetry Competition" poetry list, the first "Haiyue Cup" Poetry Competition Poetry Volume First and the third prize of the Word Department Final, and served as the poetry judge of the second "Xiangtianhua Cup" Poetry Competition. His poetry works have appeared in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily, Poetry Journal, National Poetry, and Poetry Tide.
Oil Mill Village
One
Wild water pierces a trace of jade, and the willows on the shore of the swaying wind are not complete.
The birds on the edge of the clouds are not low and low, and the strangers return to the small village.
Two
Tianjia fence is surrounded by cold ponds, and small gardens of autumn vegetables are three or five lines.
The rice clouds covered the ridge are exhausted, and several tomatoes reflect the slanting sun.
He returned to Shanghai on the night of march 26
Trace the tracks to make a song
The land is narrow, and the wind is this day.
A city of lights has a taste, and the miles are caring.
The sea country is loud and strong, and the end of the world is frightening.
Floating in the past, traveling to the pillow.
hill
Akiyama is like hanging ancient, spring solstice is a new.
Elder Qiao Mu Deng, Cong Huang as a Yimin.
The glory of cultural relics is grand, and the fish and birds are pure.
Xing xie mang, leisurely pay dajun.
Twilight East Huangshan and the kings farewell
It is very comfortable, and the fluttering is different.
The wind is far away, and the water is long.
The sunset is across the mountains, and the birds are singing.
Sending spring and farewell, the road is vast.
Xin Ugly City Residence (Eight Preferred One)
Fifth
The street lights shine brightly, and the souls of thousands of families dream. Weng Fei prepared a morning stall and sold food at the small north gate. Steamed dumplings cover the cage, and the smoke is white. Warm box storage shortbread, leek filling wrapped in a variety of. Soy milk wins sweet liquor, rice porridge aroma can be smelled. The walker was full of food and a warm smile. At five o'clock, there are no stars in the Dai river. At six o'clock, the guests were intermittent, and the clouds teased the first tun. Seven o'clock sound disturbance, eight o'clock deafening city dust. All the rice sorghum plots, will not be different from the great locust people. Nine o'clock food is exhausted, and the hardships are relieved. I hope to share the worries of my children, and I dare to resign in my old age. Tomorrow's work is hard work, and the strength is enough.
Honghu Lotus Chapter 2 (Choose One)
Second
The giant immersion is vast, and the waves of Honghu Lake are beating. Ten thousand acres of kun shaft, water and sky are swaying. The sun and the moon are swallowing, and the wind and smoke are reckless. The fields are covered with lotus and the clouds are paved. Fleur looked in the mirror and washed out her eyebrows. Entering the country of incense, the chest is full of openness. The age of war is sad, and the hunting wind is strong. Light boats are guerrilla, haunted by lotus flowers. The strong enemy is invincible, and the smoke wave is lost. The guest tried to swim, and the lake and mountains were lucky. Father's old words and testaments, Lian Ze yu imagination. The song of the clouds was transmitted, and the sound came out of the green underworld. Awe-inspiring my thoughts, staring at each other.
Winter over the vegetable garden
The pond was cut and surrounded by a seal. The Ida Bureau was drawn in layers. Yi craftsman fee management, thrive on the vegetable family. Irrigation is growing day by day, and it is the kingdom of heaven. Pumpkin is golden brown, and its belly is tanned. Cut the frost blade, and the foot is accompanied by morning porridge. The wind is fluttering and the walls are covered with plum beans. Pick up the basket and pile up the incense. The west domain is placed in a seat, and the wax vegetables are green. Salt seals the urn, and winter food is eaten in the countryside. Garlic friends and pine friends, North and South Dun are friendly. Drama pity the family of three, for the good and sufficient. The eldest sister lives in the east of the city, and the smoke trees are far away. The Ming Dynasty gave new feeds, and the baskets were densely stacked.
Xiangxi Is the Matter (Seven Preferred One)
Mangy and green, painting into the reverie. The village is like a baby, lying in the mountains. Looking east at the ground, the ditches are coiled with each other. Corn is planted in the high, and annua rice is planted on the lower. The north direction of several peaks is bright, and the sky is steep. Straight down the sound of the stream, the sound of the river as an ancient tune. The scenery is good, and the people are sincerely mourning. The knot is in the mud room, and the old tile reflects the oblique photo. The athletes are in a special way, and they are still young when they quit their studies. Fathers and elders cultivate the old ridge, and their fate is ultimately difficult. Tian Jia is well-intentioned, and the twilight smoke is born in the kettle stove. Wild ginseng is suitable for pleasure, and rice wine is also good. The rest of the matter was drunk, lying down to listen to the frog drumming.
On this day
I live in River Castle, and I see cherry blossoms falling in all directions. Long-term guests turned into townships, neither labor dreams. Yan Cheng lifted the siege and wept with great joy. The sun and the moon were once upon a time, and the spring breeze changed the world. Qiao Musi's homeland, the country and the mountains think of the ji. The sores are in human feelings, and the remnants are destroyed. Meet the heroic people, and Vientiane will wither. Yi Yu fireworks pro, the alley strange scenery beautiful. Lei Yin walked away a thousand hubs, and Xi Xi wanted business. But I am afraid of losing my knowledge, and it is difficult to remember the age. He Dang erected a large monument and carved the words of the undead.
Note: Gengzi March 16, Wuhan lifted the strict.
Gengzi returned home
Drifting zero drowned in the old age, holding the illness and returning to Sangzi. Soft dust does not reach the door, and the wild hope is far away. Father Tian was overjoyed by the autumn harvest, and the ridge was covered with crops. The north side of the village is in the order, and the strings are recited to the stream. The south of the village takes the city, and the avenue is like a arrow. Whoever builds a new grave is burned paper. Sobbing and mourning, the cold ash could not fly. In front of the grave, the frost is covered, and the persimmon is beautiful. The next day, put the long poles into the basket one by one. The living rejoice in their lives, and the dead forget their deaths. The sense of personnel has been promoted, and the only track of eternity has been carried out.
Nursery
Big Guo He Zhengrong, Xiao Pu is stomping. The pavilion is the same as the end, the big and the small. The city people and the bees are in the same battle as twilight. The guests follow the spring breeze and dress up as they please. Wild hui dou green red, wild flower laughing. The flow is like a heavenly graben, and the north and south are not surplus. Pity the state of Erbang, and the people can make a play. The ant-mound is strong, and the locusts are strange. Earthworms learn dragon cockroaches, and butterflies strike at them. Neighboring countries look at each other, high trees and birds are bricked. A corner of the world is blissful, and all kinds of things are irrevocable. Fun and chance, pitching each house. True city sound far away, hesitate to forget the day and night.
Pick a dish
My nephew walked before me, excited to lead the way. After my mother's temple, I carried the basket and pointed it out diligently. Dogs bark over neighbors, and wild rivers cross streams. Ten steps of small Pieto, a hundred steps back to each other. The weeping poplar is dipped in water lightly, and the wind enters the fan garden. Garlic mi spring smoke, pineapple drops Xiaolu. The onion and leeks are divided into different parts, and the jagged number is unknown. Picking and moving, Zhuang Butterfly comes and goes. Haunting the house, noon for the old father. Jia Vegetables are proud to eat, and they are rich in money. Climb on the plate to peek into the taste, sit and pick up the group of luan fun.
See chicks on the village trip
There are a few beards on the head of the house, and a bay outside the creek outside the door. The good wind is as clean as water, washing my face. There were three or five chicks, and Tian Mo returned them. Looking for a ghostly coat, pacing has more leisure. Chirping peach under the shade, chirping between the fences. Whisper low, knotted gold stone strong. Russia is a foraging insect ant, clamoring and fighting. The mud path leaves a huge claw, and the pecking is not evil. Passing through the western neighbors, little tired and sleeping in the sand. Smelling Amu's call, the wind rushed to be the first. The guests are relieved, like wild children. Is it not so small that the meaning of the wound is calm? To the end of people's vision, to the mother heavy Tarzan.
Travel to Yujia Mountain
Aoyama has no intention of being seen, and grabs the clouds to learn dragon pan. Refreshing and raw to the top, if stepping on the dragon's spine is winding. Gao Lin covered his eyes and tried to peek into the sky from a glimpse. The former is its mane, and the latter is its tail. The ape stood silently and fiercely, and the stone was full of strange things. Zhen Yi suddenly went to the Phoenix Flying Platform, and the crowds were not enough. Hidden danger building driftwood end, want to take a spoonful of water from the East Lake. Opposite the Nine Peaks, He Yan stomped against each other, competing with each other like horns. Who is the one who stands by the edict? The bearded reverie is full of quinoa. Toward the time hand planted into trees, less strong geometric sideburns as silk. Aoyama is neither old nor dead, and mustard looks at the guests with good and sad feet. Micro-life multiplied and treated each other, and turned to feel that the sky was cold and breathing. When the fallen light returned, the frost forest was as red as a belt.
Sugar painting old man song
Xi Jia's daughter, flying by butterfly; Dong She'er, QingLong Gui. If the red carp swims in the air, the posture of the mountain is not mighty. The fierce general's hair was shaking, and the command flipped over in Tong Meng's hand. Who craftsman gives the group shape, the twilight wall sat in the shade. The chest is like a beard, and the viewer is in all directions. The stove is warm with a small fire of dumplings, and the fine and even is first eye-catching. The hand rotates the long spoon back and forth, like a gossamer. Fang Chi was more quick to get the wind on his wrist, and he felt the frost hooves on the drawing board. A plastic god wants to sing for a long time, and then mold the spring warbler flying model. The lights in the small city are also rare, and there are several barking dogs in Lu Lane. The cold white house reads the old wife, and the car returns alone at night.
Read a collection of Dongpo poems
For sixty years, spring dreams have been in full swing, and the geometry of the world has only been temporarily submerged. The great man who was dying, this man was at large. Sun and Moon Cave Ming Double Household, Qiankun Pitching Lu Yan. Shang Yu coughed and spit in shock, and wanted to see that Mr. Li was lifting his hair. The night light woke up and it was difficult to sleep, and I was shocked to read the public poems. It is as fast as the eight horses kunlun. E is like a group of steep and blue skyscrapers, as strong as a thousand streams returning to the sea. The elephants hiding in the cave are really cunning rabbits, and they can grab it with a sudden pen. At the same time, Lu Zhizuo Fengming, the old man of the mid-mountain wild fox spirit. Poetry is like Cao Liu's enemy, and the wind in the sea is full of spirit. Shengyou cane the mountains and rivers, ding food white-eyed concubine gongqing. Once the crane Su was gone, he looked back on his thousand years of misery.
Night smell cloth Google
Cuckoo, cuckoo, long voice, short voice; cuckoo, cuckoo, intermittent, intermittent. The smoke and rain in Jiangcheng are as fine as weaving, and the five nights are like songs and cries. Sending two ears around the pillow with a thousand sounds, the son of panic overturned. At first cry of sorrow, I want to return the wild stranger to the mystery. The old Mai Mang of the Old Garden held a hammer, and the linger looked at the dark clouds. Cry again bitterly, bustling eyes know who is the Lord? People return home in peace, and it is difficult to choose tall trees for test perching. Three cries of acid, over the wall to call the couple temporarily. A few sniffles and drums, but it is difficult to see the rivers and lakes. Cuckoo, cuckoo, guest with a touch; cuckoo, cuckoo, intestines like a hub.
Climb the Yellow Crane Tower
The Han River fell into the sky, and the clouds and clouds fell under eastern Wu. Yu Yu tasted the tail of the River, and the wind and rain frightened the window to lie down. Sails went day by day, and the reverse march was far from northwestern Chu. Carrying sorrow around the township pass, because the wind suddenly wants to give birth to wings. Linguan Jiu was not free, and he knew that he was in this building. The crowds returned to a glimpse, and the deceased flowed southeast for eternity. Cui Haoshi, Qinglian language, who later resisted the hand? The wind and currents are swept away, and the dust guests come and go every year. Snake Mountain is like a snake, and Turtle Mountain is like a turtle controlling Harukawa. Where is Fei Xian driving the crane? The slanting grass tree is empty. I once heard that the guests and hosts would be on the river, and You Heng threw a pen to give parrots. The bones of the wind and currents are dusty, but the Fangzhou on the river is also soil. Robbing the fire and gambling in the city, the famous buildings scattered smoke and atmosphere. Yunliang Xingmu swept away the traces, and Erlai only had this name. Nong also came temporarily, and the building also fell from time to time. Jun did not see Cui Sheng's writing You Sheng pen, and he would not rise and fall with Lou.
Tour Wudian White Water Temple
The mountains are forced to come, and the two sides are facing each other. Wan Baisen is cold, and the arch is crowned strongly. The guests flew out to the horizon, and the wind and objects opened up by the railing. XiaoYi Lu Yan offers embellishment, stacking mountains and rivers into the pot. Jia Zhao ling qi, the wind and clouds are full of life. The heroes of the past rise up, and the electric sweeping gun is like a miasma. The empty Rui Mist protected the ancestral hall and stayed on the ridge with Tian Weng. Listening to Yan Soaring and withering, he shook the armor of the soldiers. Liexiu Yokoten is suspicious of the servant, according to the Covenant Wangudan Green Barrier. Pi Lan made a reckless gesture to reciprocate, and wrote out the waves for miles. The Cui Tiny Temple is lush and lush, and the Meditation Method is in the dust. Stone trail wild children pick soap horns, and birds haunt the fir pine. The Longjing Pavilion is first-class, and the group is low and clear. Jun did not see the huanglian thousands of disasters outside the temple, and the scales and iron bones were opened. If the axe is forgiven, God will not be able to pour down the wind and frost. Wander around the trees and wander through the wilderness, and sleep freely to Wuhe Township.
2020 Chen Ziang Youth Poetry Award Speech
Yang Qiang's "Selected Poems of Yang Qiang" writes what he saw and felt under the epidemic in Hubei in 2020 with the identity and perspective of personal experience. The text is simple and appropriate, the content is rich and full, especially in the way of the five ancient groups of poems to record the real state of themselves and the people around them affected by the epidemic, with warmth in the poignancy, tragic in the subtle, hope in the Xiao Sa, and the atmosphere of the "anti-epidemic epic". His poems have a heart of fraternity. In view of this, Mr. Yang Qiang was awarded the "Poetry Journal 2020 Chen Ziang Annual Youth Poetry Award".
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