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Selected Poems| Shen Early Morning
“
Live in this precious world,
The water waves are gentle and the sun is strong.
”
- Haizi
01
Sunism and Rainism
The giant lifted the sun up
Use poetry to portray a more special sun
With the gentleness of the sun and the unlimited power, call on all things
Well, allow me to be willing to do a drop of rain
From alpine snowfields to woodland mud
Thirsty for the source of life: water
From where the sun goes to the dark corners
Please, swallow such raindrops —
Although it is small, it has never been willing to flow in
Every corner
The sun ignored the curved walls underneath
Please allow me, please allow me
The mud and dust that have been drying up for a long time are just that
By reason to survive
Go ahead, this gilded sun and the giants
The sun that has been lifted for a long time
As long as you shine, you will return
There are still people who shout for fireworks
——2021.12.22 early morning, Yangzhou
02
Meditations
About, about the contemplation of the permanent inability to fall asleep
How are you going to tell it
The tired shell is like a perpetual moving machine
Your night, the child kicks the wide margins
The margins of the unique world
Maybe fall under the bed before dawn
My night is a pair of eyes that never stop
Apart from staring, it is a vague judgment
Are you tired after years?
This calm heart is like fire, and it is better to die unyieldingly
Run, seek, chase
Please murder me from ten years ago
Otherwise, some of them are watered with blood to produce fruit
Will not be able to clean up
Sorted out the wilderness in every corner, that is
It's hard to sort out the inner wilderness
It's empty, and it's overgrown with weeds
Incredibly old
——2022.01.02 3:00 a.m., Yangzhou
03
Turn off the lights
Tonight, turn off the lights at dawn
From now on, hypnotize yourself in advance
Circle in circles
Whose eyes are spinning in the night
Ruddy after ruddy
All stop and fall asleep
All sleepers are so quiet of you
It's like my breath caressing your face a million times
Turn off the lights and let the pages of the story be in me
Turn the pages on the black ceiling, turn the pages
Until dawn, you have to remember to remind me
Sky, it's light
The lights are not turned off yet...
——2021.12.31 Night, Yangzhou
About author:Shen Qingchen, whose ancestral home is Bijie, Guizhou. He is a member of the Guizhou Poetry Society, a member of the Qixingguan District Writers Association, a member of the Sichuan Provincial Prose and Poetry Society, and the editor-in-chief of New Thought Literature. His works can be found in Bijie Evening News, Shandong Poetry, Genre, Star Poetry Journal, etc. He is the author of "The Story of Dust" and other works. He has won the Lan Lang Poetry Award and the Ghost Howling Han Poetry Award.
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