At the beginning of the new year, but the virus is still old, as a poet who writes about the vicissitudes of the world, our pen seems to be very weak, powerless to stop the menacing cold wind and trepidation, and cannot stop the land from falling inch by inch. But we still scratched out the white paper like spring drowning in the blood oozing from the scars, waiting for us to paddle the empty and rickety boat and cross the ocean to salvage. I hope that when Chang'an is safe, we will take Li Bai's wine and the moon with us and take a drunken rest at a place where the flowers are blooming!
"Uncle"
Mother said you are a seafarer
You insert the tricycle key into the keyhole to start your ship
The whole family staggered in the cabin to visit Grandpa's grave
Mother said you know Russian
Your room is always piled high with empty wine bottles and old books
Cologne Lawrence Nishimura Shouyuki
You come from the outermost brightest room
All the way to the innermost and darkest room
My mother said you are Zhiqing and you have opened a grocery store
Your last job is in the parking lot
You can't go to work that day anymore
A notice for the recruitment of security guards was posted in the parking lot
That day my mother told you that I was collecting stamps
You're out of a dark room
A well-preserved philatelic album was found
You picked out a stamp and gave it to me
But I clearly glimpsed it
You have more beautiful stamps
Landscapes of countries around the world
Beautiful woman
You don't show it to others at all
Author: Twilight Worker
"Snow"
Twenty years later, when he returned, it was snowing:
It was as if the snow had fallen for twenty years.
The same vast scenery, still fast and cold. If there's only snow here, if it's too cold, it's not what you want.
You are sure not to love, not to love, and this snow should not be mentioned.
After so many years of living outside, he should have forgotten about snow long ago: he was a Russian who once crossed the railway like a bird.
One of the most painful snowfalls in his heart, he could not do anything in the face of his wife and children.
Now, I said, "Dad, you don't have to be a son anymore."
The old man who was like a bird, my grandfather, when he was thirty-three, left with nothing.
Author: Chen Tingfu
"Heart Demon"
Saw the snow
I forgot about the moonlight
Obsessed with the purity of the snow
I was alienated from the clear light under the moon
Forget the beauty of the oath
Moon Child Mercy
It didn't convict me
She saw my uneasiness
Pulled through a sunset to hide my embarrassment
So, all night
I stood in the snow and admired the moon
It's sad
Author: Ask the fish for water
"Chang'an Wei'an"
Until then
I know a torch
How much was burned invisibly
Flickering in a sea of pupils
The light of drowning
I distinctly remember that scourge
Unlike the flames of chiyang
Unlike the flames of fireworks
It's also different from the red shadow in the fireplace
And the tears did not extinguish the disaster that did not stop
The ceiling of the disinfection room
Opening your eyes is hope Closing your eyes is heaven
How many Tan Si Tong in the world?
How much blood can be exchanged for a peace
And the Great Wall still clings to the lights of the old city
But I was in a dark dream
In December when the north wind whistles
I vaguely saw the thirteen dynasties
Your tearful face
Author: Zi Wu
《New Year's Day》
New Year's Day 2022 is here as scheduled
The ghost of the new crown is still scattered and raging everywhere
Sweeping through every corner of the globe
Including my city
Madame will be two large bags of ingredients
Shelved in the doorway
Turn around and go, with another stray cat
The glare
In a lonely and declining alley
Collision out
The gray light of homelessness
I am isolated from my city
Segregated from children
Isolated from the shadow of the co-cooking poem
Isolated from the tough life at the other end of the camera
Isolated from the rest of the world
But it is impossible to isolate the seeds of poetry
In every drop of blood in my body
In every cell...
Wanton spread
Author: Zhi Jing
"A Guy Named Smart"
The rusty sword hung overhead
Someone was bending over to pick up broken text
If you can piece together a word
It must have been death that grew out of the dirt
This glass of wine took only one sip
After all, life is still a long time away
How much like medieval warfare
We all remain gentlemanly
The melancholy of the elevated heights is lower than the fog of Canglong Mountain
Pull back the gray curtain of twenty years
Like a distant stranded in the inner sea
We looked tired in the crowd
Climb up from the grass and continue to sort out the sequence of stars
Wave your hand and punch the night sky
I just learned about the guy named Smart
Keep death pinned to your chest
Author: ZhiHai
Good morning Chang'an!
"Epidemic Age"
Deep in my drawer lay one
The year of the rat commemorative coin that no one cares about
Hero's script inflation
Death's keyboard is typing place names one by one
It turns out that cars are so useful
Sartre was an old infectious disease specialist
Sartre: "The other is hell"
Our distance from hell has never been so close
You can even smell death's bad breath
This plague
It's called forgetting
Memories 19, 20
Author: Baqiao
The day the news was confirmed
The people in the promenade were all wearing masks
- Cloudy days and fear
Every day after that
Despair and apprehension
I went to the hospital for a drip
Strong cough do not dare to breathe
Invisible and untouchable in the air
Is the unknown is careful
News Seeers weep and hate not being able to embrace each other
Reality is eager to retreat to alienate
spring!
We are reunited in the spring
Everything is getting better
spring!
Spring we breathe a sigh of relief
Everything was wonderful