Author: Chu Xiangping (Hebei) Editor: Yimeng Fangfei
I wish to believe that people who love each other have memories
Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)
At dusk
We walked out of the storm together
But the road remains bumpy
You said you were going to go into the monastery for a nap
You also said you could take advantage of the opportunity
Recite the scriptures one more time and plant some bodhichitta
For the rest of his life, there was only death
No more separation
My heart pounded
Secretly hide a crystal teardrop
Start believing
Yunshui has memories
Stones have memories
People who love each other have memories
And wide and deep
The land is more memorable
2022、1、3
Love the evening pavilion
Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)
Human affairs
Right or wrong
imply
Worth it or not
Now I've finally learned
Mistakes are wrong
Finally I avoided the cold silence
Holding a bouquet of plums
Wait for a person's twilight
A man's early morning
And after a wisp of green smoke
We will all be unaccounted for
Memories I'm afraid it's another time
The pain awakens
Already told myself
Although my inner island
Still carrying the snow you drift by
Weathered by storms
It carries a rotating starry sky
But love those old stories of the evening pavilion
Is short or long or light or heavy
Now it's like my poems
Just as useless
Years pass by
Only sentences are left on the title page
This life has passed
No more lives
2022、1、2
In front of the Kannon Pavilion
Snowflakes fall where it should fall
Falling on the eaves of the roof, the sky is not pitiful
That's where snowflakes come from
Think about the grass and trees under the snow
How blissful it is
Buried by snowflakes
They are barren
What a commendable spectacle
I took advantage of the situation to hide the loneliness of the world
The west wind is praying to Guanyin
Then wait
Wait for the next March
Naturally there are pear blossoms with rain
Dead wood spring peach plum tree
Naturally, purple butterflies flew back over
Listen to you
Out of thin air
Naturally there were guests for me
Spit it out slowly
The power under the eaves is compassionate and forgiving
Under the eaves
How could there be less wind noise
There must be humble life
Crawl forward
In that humble life
There must be an indomitable soul
Wake yourself up
Swallows fly and fly
The plum blossoms in the small courtyard understood loneliness
Cherish the good
Rendering the old town
Confide in her delicate face
Snow is blown by snow
Snow is buried by snow
The grass I saw
In the stubborn rebirth
Power under the eaves
Compassion and forgiveness
Gentle and firm
2021、12、30
About the Author:
Xianda, formerly known as Chu Xiangping, is a native of Shijiazhuang. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the People's Artists Association. He has published a collection of poems "Still Water FlowIng Deep" prose collection "Still Water Breeze" and created a large number of poetry essays that have appeared in various newspapers and magazines, and have been reprinted by many online platforms. "Selected Poems", "Kanto Poets", "Yanhe", "Chang'an Literature and Art" and other magazines. Books such as "Chinese Contemporary Poetry Collection", "Poetry and Distant Places", "Poetry Classics 2017", "Chinese Fine Reading" and other books are included.