This year, some prayers were scarred
Original/Zhang Shuyong
(1) Flow years
This year, I have witnessed too much warmth and cold
I also saw through some twisted faces
It's just that I chose silence
It is also doomed to the chaos of the poem's hustle and bustle
Too many familiar strangers
Too much gracious indifference
I can't face the inability to choose
A parting as determined as death
and
A death as bland as parting
Since then, some people have nothing to do with things
But this is my heart soaked by the flood of Zhengzhou
I am still praying for the scarred past
An eternal nightmare
Tearing at my bleak sadness
…… ，……
(ii) Black holes
The drift of this land
Cold with the wind
And the pain of the obscene rain
Whipping up the wanderings of the season
A trembling heart curled up on the edge of the rock
Like the eyes of a demon peering into the world
Everything seems to be calm
Everything, and the undercurrent is surging again
My sensitive peripheral nerves
It was as if I heard the premeditated thousand-year-old gunshots in the black hole
There is also the thunder of the earth cracking
(3) Fate
In the night, I couldn't see my five fingers
Dawn, still squirming under the horizon
The dry cough was filled with news of falling snow
Reflections on the walls
Teeth stiff as a book
I, on the other hand, was in a dark drunkenness
I heard my own inner cry
Nagging at me is not ordinary
But it collapsed to the point of collapse
The fate of middle age
About the Author:
Zhang Shuyong - Lord of Han YunTang. Poet, collector, cultural scholar, senior media person, currently the president of Henan People's Calligraphy and Painting Institute, secretary general of Henan Love Foundation, and founder of Qixian Bai Nin Zhang's Qinghetang Cultural Park. He is the author of the poetry collection "The Singing of Youth" and the reportage collection "Witness and Interpretation".
Edit: Mingfei
Be thankful to live
Tomorrow, the sun will still rise
Tomorrow, forever in tears
Tomorrow, always be frank