The Most Beautiful Poems, Thirteen for Thirteen (issue 2022003)
1. About the author: About the author: Zhou Wenzhen, female, born in Anhua, Hunan, now lives in Changde, and has works published in poetry journals, stars, people's dailys and other publications.
Read the painting
Trees trance in a thick fog
Like a plant sketch
I stared at the painting
The painting was also staring at me
We're familiar with it
Keep each other's secrets in hand
After the wind blows
There was an echo, and the echo spread
It's like a fight in the distance
Fog rain fell on the leaves
The cold wind roared
The tree became a bald man
And the sap turned into my tears
After the flow is gone
Try to restore calm
Our Word has dried up
There were no riders in the woods either
Only the wind whimpered tirelessly
And the top of the firmament
But there are many stars
In the chase
Our whole life
2. About the author: Wang Zixuan, also known as Wang Jianxin, a native of Xianning, Hubei Province, has lived and worked in Huangshi City for nearly 20 years, and now lives in Huizhou City, Guangdong Province, chief reporter of Huizhou Daily, vice chairman of The Writers Association of Zhongkai District, Huizhou City, and deputy editor of Zhongkai Literature. In the 1980s, he began to write poetry, and wrote poetry collections "First Impressions", "The Covenant of the Century", "This Piece of Sky Is Blue" (collection), and "Holding a Butterfly in Your Arms".
Can't get rid of the hand
Tang Shengwu was talking about his first love
A look of pain
He said his first love was passive
By a black and fat girl
Violently chased backwards
Tang Shengwu couldn't avoid it
My heart cried bitterly:
It's simply a picture without color
Black and white photos
It wasn't me who had to do it at all
That kind
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3. About the author: Bing Lingzi, real name Zhang Jianguo, a native of Siyang County, Jiangsu Province. He is a member of the Jiangsu Writers Association and a member of the Jiangsu Chengzi Lake Poetry Tribe. His works have appeared in Chinese Poetry, Poetry Journal, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Poetry Monthly, Selected Poetry Journal, Yanbian and other newspapers and periodicals. His works have been selected into the "2016 Jiangsu New Poetry Annual Selection" and "2018 China WeChat Poetry Yearbook".
Saleswoman
Scan the people who walk in at high speed
Cloud-like judgment
Or ignore it and show off your sharp teeth
Lazy reclining on the counter
Either the enthusiasm steep is ignited
There is a tail that swings left and right in the stomach
(At that moment, it always felt like there was a commotion in the eyes of a fox)
The chest of the professional outfit is deeply v. open
Large, firm cups
Reminiscent of the yellow inside the eggshell
Cloudy and changeable face
A warm wind blows from the mouth
It will also blow cold winds, snowflakes...
4. About the author: He Zonglin, Yi, Sichuan Provincial Governor, Senior Teacher, Member of China Education and Teaching Research Association, Member of Sichuan Wenjiang Micro-Article Literature Association, Member of Huili City Writers Association. There are news, poetry, essays, papers published in newspapers, websites, and works have won awards. His works have been scattered in newspapers and websites such as Yi People's Network, Prose Network, Prose Online Network, Sichuan Fangzhi, Poetry Magazine, Micro Literature, Liangshan Daily, Xichang Metropolis Daily, Liangshan Education Research, Huili Literature and Art, etc., and some works have been selected for books and periodicals.
Years are like knives
The footsteps of the years do not stop
You can hear it reverberating on the earth
It is a river flowing in eternity
The heaven and earth universe is its watershed
The vastness of the human heart is its riverbed
Years it is a carving knife
Carved with everything on earth
Engraved with our colorful lives
On every annual ring
The years have left a lasting mark
In one unforgettable moment after another
Traces remain on the trek
There are flaws and brilliance in people's lives
Stand on the banks of the river of years
The tide is coming towards the shore
How to steer a boat in the waves
Go and reach your ideal harbor
With the sun and the moon
Years will write the history that people make
The string of traces of that journey
It is the best evidence of historical material
5. About the author: Gao Fengguo: A native of Ji'an City, Jilin Province, a member of the Tonghua Writers Association, an online poet of "Northern Poetry Forest Contracted Writers" and "Chinese Love Poetry Journal". He began his literary creation in June 2018. His works have been published in paper media publications such as "Ginseng Flower", "Young Writers", "Guizhou Writers Daily", "Sun Pavilion Poetry Journal", "Bohai Phoenix", "Today's Poetry Circle", "Chinese Countryside", "Xiaoxue", "Five Female Peaks", "Bloom" and so on. The poem won the third prize of the 2019 "Chinese Countryside" Essay Contest.
doubt
Doubt your own palms
Can you hold the laughter of the river far away
Can you hold this dancing snowflake?
Doubt that you have a crush on a girl
Greedy for her beauty
Doubt that you are lost in a poem
I can't remember what year it was
Doubt my fragile knuckles
There are small beasts climbing
6. About the author: Wine dustpan, real name Geng Yongjun, born in 1967, a native of Yicheng County, Shanxi Province, and a member of the Shanxi Provincial Writers Association. His works have appeared in newspapers and periodicals such as Sanjin Metropolis Daily, Pingyang Literature and Art, and Young Writers.
wine
Wine is like snow and can bury everything
Wine is like a flame that can burn everything
If one day, wine will no longer be associated with you
Explain a third of your heart
The world has been cold
And the wine remains
The world remains
7. About the author: Wang Yande: Graduated from a military academy. He has more than 30 years of practical experience in business management and enterprise consulting. The enterprises served include military industry, Japanese enterprises, Taiwan and Hong Kong-funded enterprises and private enterprises. He is the author of the book "Win in Execution: The Whole Case of Refined Management in manufacturing". Influenced by traditional Chinese culture since childhood, he has been constantly exploring the similarities and differences of Chinese and foreign cultures and the advantages and disadvantages of human nature, and has published many poems in local newspapers and periodicals.
That moment
Telescope
Sky blue clouds light,
Green trees and green mountains.
Looking
There are many buildings,
The greenway bends.
Rise
White clouds,
Dragonflies circling.
now
Insects and birds sing,
Linger.
8. About the author: Tianwai, real name Wang Qiwan, a native of Golmud City, Qinghai Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Chinese Poetry Association, a member of the Qinghai Writers Association, a member of the Qinghai Poetry Society, and a member of the Golmud Writers Association. He has published more than 300 works in magazines and newspapers inside and outside the province, and published a collection of poems " Low Chanting and Shallow Singing".
New Year nostalgia
One
Plum blossom changed her makeup for another year, and last night's poem was lonely and long.
But the strange spring wind is not late, how the ice wheel shines on the wheat renxiang.
Two
Changing the age should not return, and the sound of firecrackers shook Qinghui.
Erhu la did all the Qing Tang songs, which made my heartstrings fly several times.
Three
Today's new poem with drunken title, Kunlun Qingxu illuminates the river embankment.
Suddenly, it is like returning to the dream garden, and it seems to be a fan of green plum bamboo horses.
Four
Spring, summer, autumn and winter go back and forth, why should the twilight cause sad songs.
Pine wind cream dew at any time, put wine Aoyama happy much!
Five
In the middle of the year, there are waves of sorrow and happiness, and the cold snow and dust are remembered a lot.
It is also the season of home mountain plum calyx, and the village song of green barley boiled wine.
Six
Yin Hu will greet a lot of emotions, and Qing Tang Xue will return to the song.
Frost Flowers once dreamed of dust, but did not feel the moon wave in the west window.
9. About the author: Cai Xia, a native of Yuexi, Anhui, was once a failure in her hometown, and in the end she could only use the word failure in her life, and occasionally she would write some small poems. I have also submitted articles on many platforms, and I have rarely submitted articles in the past two years, because I have experienced a lot of painful things in my life, and occasionally I mention the messy pen as if it is still the habit in my bones, but I no longer dare to submit articles to the editor-in-chief teacher.
The man who said he would take me to see the plum blossoms, where did he go
They all say plum blossoms also have tears, I don't believe it
Yesterday, I also entrusted Swallow with a bottle of the past
However, I always dream of the eyes of heaven
Those eyes always make me cry and break my stomach
Those longing eyes for life did not finally buy the conscience of their loved ones
And the man who said he would take me to see the plum blossoms, where did he go?
The man who promised me spring and autumn but could not give me a dream, is he still here?
Today, the winter plum has bloomed
Soon, the motherland will be snowing heavily
Hero, where did he go
I think he must have gone to Gangnam
I thought he could let go of me
His noble son and beloved could not let go of him in this life
Oh, he must have gone to Gangnam
Next spring, he will surely return triumphantly
Tell me and the swallows
Spring plum blossoms are blooming
It's just that he missed the winter season
Because he hates snow
Hate cold air
He craves warmth
Longing for tenderness
……………………
The bells of Fayun Temple rang farther and farther away
The devout monks are still worshipping the Buddha
My husband he went somewhere
The buddha's face of the monk shone with red light
And the gentleman's bag was empty
The heart is sad, autumn has turned cold
The man who said he would take me to see the plum blossoms
Did you really go to Gangnam?
When you receive the thirteenth letter from your second wife
I thought, please come back soon
At this time
The moon is round
Winter plums are blooming
You didn't ask me to write these thirteen letters for another three years
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10. Author Profile: The author Nie Lin, pen name Xiao Bao Linzi, likes to write poetry, write small stories that happen around him, be free for people, love life, love all beautiful people and things, and has been committed to the pursuit of spiritual progress and soul improvement. A little narcissistic, a little self-pitying, and a little bit stupid, but more like to write, draw and draw, and revel in it. He has published a number of poetry collections and short stories. In the days to come, we will carry out our literary love to the end. Here, I am also grateful to the literature lovers for their mutual support and encouragement along the way.
Win or lose
In the world of feelings
There is no winner or loser
There is only going in and out
Those who enter are not necessarily winners
Just accompanying people --
Reinterpret the old story
The one who quits is not necessarily the loser
Just gave myself once
Opportunity to re-select
And the surprise of life
Often it's just between turns
11. About the author: Wang Guoliang, a native of Daqing, Heilongjiang. He is a member of The Writers Association of PetroChina, Heilongjiang Province and Beidahuang. The poems have appeared in more than 300 literary journals such as Poetry Journal, Stars, Shilin, and Poetry Tide. It has been selected into more than 80 literary anthologies such as "Selected Poems of the New Century". Some poems have been translated into English and German and compiled into textbooks at Kiel University in Germany. He has won the Award for the 100 Most Promising Chinese Poets in the World in the Centenary of Chinese New Poetry, and the first prize of the 2018 Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition of China Poetry Online.
Climb Mount Taishan
Summer days are as steep as eighteen plates
We followed one after another, counting the stone steps step by step
It's like counting tarzan's sublime
The lowness of the human world
Groups of worshippers moved slowly
Like a group of devout believers, clinging ants
The pine wind occasionally blows and occasionally stops
It's like listening to the echoes of the ancients
A middle-aged mountain picker carrying four bags of rice
Six small benches, just putting two feet
Pull out of the stone and climb to the top of the Jade Emperor
Beads of sweat were behind him, smashing the granite out
Small pits, steaming hot
Before I stood the wordless monument, I realized
The deep meaning of its owner hidden in the stone
At midnight, I rented a raincoat
Lie in the cracks of the stone and wait for Tarzan to rise
And the thick fog obscured the sky and flooded Tarzan
Standing on the top of a mountain is like standing on a stone the size of a millstone
12. About the author: Huang Yuanyuan, a multi-professional art worker. Born in Hankou, Yue Yang settled in Hong Kong in 1980 and immigrated to Vancouver in 1992, where he now lives in the Guangdong Bay Area. Graduated from the 9th Actor Training Course of Shaw Brothers Film Company in Hong Kong, graduated from Xiamen University with a major in Chinese Language and Literature, a master's degree from The University of East Asia in Macau, and is a visiting professor at the Wuhan Branch of the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences. He has published a variety of poetry collections, essays and calligraphy collections, which have been translated into six languages, and published more than 500 poems in various newspapers, magazines and public platforms. Former baritone of the Hong Kong Opera House, he is currently the principal cellist and resident conductor of the Hong Kong Festival Chamber Orchestra, and the president of the Shenzhen Lakeview Calligraphy and Painting Society.
The sun still avoids its hour
A piece of soil that has been soaked by wind and rain all year round
It is the territory of my prayer. Today
However, avoidance is not to bear to leave
The wetness was still spreading, but the throat was dry
The mud changes grimaces. The Last Judgment
The riverbed was seen to the bottom, and the black heart and lungs were torn apart
Under the scorching sun, lumps of earth appear
Not demanding, late
The feet will also reflect the colorful colors. Warcraft is invisible
Glossy, hollowing out the tear marks in the memoirs
Dappled all over the earth, the beginning of the recovery
13. About the author: Liu Ruijin (pen name also milk name: Haiming), post-60s, Tianjin Binhai New Area people, university culture, vice president of Tianjin Haiyun Poetry Society. Since childhood, he has loved poetry, and has written more than 4,000 poetic texts in various print media and networks. Motto: Strive to forge ahead, face it calmly, and enjoy it with heart. Style of acting: romantic in dreams, realistic rationality. Poetry: Poetry, can not make real life luxurious, but enough to make people spiritual world noble.
poppy
If I were in love with you
Then the lotus flower will not become my religion
If I don't love you
Why did you seduce me into the night?
crazy
I'm attracted to your décor
But the strange fragrance warmed me dusty and cold
Heart
You are like a stone thrown into the river of my heart
child
I fell in the waves you splashed,
sunk
Silky again under the dark water
Let the light call, and one day I will
Grow out of the water
Grow into a mountain
Look forward to your charm at the top of the mountain drifting into snow
Pray that your confusion will multiply and metamorphose into a lotus
I want to cross the fires of hell
Go to the place where Sanskrit is born, surrender...
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