1. About the author: Wang Diefei, pen name Purple Butterfly, a native of Nantong, Jiangsu Province. He is a member of the Jiangsu Writers Association and the Chinese Prose Literature Association. His poetry has been published in "Poetry Journal", "Stars", "Selected Poetry Journal", "Yangtze River", "Poetry Monthly" and other publications, and his works have been included in various anthologies such as "Chinese Prose Series" and "Hundred Years of New Han Poetry Collection", and in 2017, he won the "100 Most Dynamic Poets Award of Chinese New Poetry in the Hundred Years" and won many awards in poetry competitions. Published poetry collections such as "Purple Temptation", "Purple Rhyme", "Poetry and Writing", etc.
The power of spring
Spring hand
Half warm, half cold
With a gentle wave, she shook the wheat seedling's hair awake
Gently lift the veil
I saw thousands of rape flowers
Blooming can't hide happiness
Under the dirt, the seeds of the private meeting with the sun
Slowly stretching out his loins, he popped his head out
Rubbing his eyes
I walked toward the fields of spring
Don't move the wind, my heart
Has been lost in a beautiful sea of flowers
Birds and clouds
The growth of everything under the land is invisible
Every wheat seedling, every flower
There was a look of determination in their eyes
Gather strength for the germination of spring
I saw them turning their heads to each other
My heart
Grow a song that has never been seen in winter
Canola flowers bloom all over the world
I listened to it all in the field
It's like the starry sky listening to the sea
I heard it clearly
Whispers in the fields
I'm a farmer's child and I can hear it
The power of spring is sound
I also know all the secrets of spring planting and autumn harvest
The rhythm of life under the fertile soil
Silently breeding a good harvest
Silence is better than sound
2. 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".
Happy on paper
Rub a page
It has nothing to do with that paper
The ball was thrown with hatred
It is the words on the paper that cannot express the mind
Taking another page is like another encounter
Can my heart be contained by you?
Coconut wind opposite the sea
Whether the footprints on the sand will be filled by the waves in the heart
Put the obscene body
Carefully probe from the corner
A tree blooms peach blossoms a thousand times
Only to bear a peach to become the life fruit of the Queen Mother's mother
3. Gao Ganqing, the leader of the peasant literature and art group, the chinese rural marriage and family culture, the literary and artistic group leader. Columnist of China Writers Daily, Chinese vernacular poet. His works have been published in more than 100 newspapers and magazines such as Writers Daily, Poetry China Magazine, and Nanjing Writers.
Keep your own diary every day
Life is an unfinished book of poems
The story of going to work every day must be written in a diary
If there is excitement in life, there will be stains
No embellishments are needed when the excitement is good
The stain must be washed
Life has sweat to have sweetness
The joys and sorrows of life are not destiny
It's about deciding in your emotions
The so-called business masters and rich people, rich women
Their (or their) experience of making money
It always accumulates from repeated failures
Don't think about stepping on the clouds
Don't experience big winds and waves
Baptism with sweat, tears
No big ups and downs
Your life will always be ordinary
Nothing can be created
Emperors, great men since ancient times
Their lives are full of disasters
After unremitting efforts
In order to create a great cause
Life must keep a good diary every day
Accumulate every day
Every day I read it from it, and I wake up every day
One day
Your life will be glorious
4. About the author: Xuefeng Valley, self-proclaimed old snow. His original name was Wang Yongfu, and he used the pen name Jiang Yue. He has been in the countryside and has been a soldier. Graduated from Shijiazhuang Railway Soldier Engineering College. His works have been published in newspapers and magazines at home and abroad. Some of the works are selected annually. He has published poetry collections such as "Southern Cowboy" and "Poetry Innocence".
Angle
Because of the standing posture, I was with the slope of Kunlun Mountain
Form an angle
The arc opens a sky
The birds fluttered and flew
In addition to the object, it is metaphysical
I really can't find the north, so I will go down to the south of the river
In the footnote of the Ubon boat
I opened the rain curtain
One person tries to climb the lattice
Between the pen and the paper, there are also angles
If you read these lines of text
I found that the idea was off topic
Don't worry, because of the general direction
It has been a fork in the road for many years
The earth is round, we'll see you next
5. About the author: Decadent Field, former name: Tian Xiyun. He has published more than 3,000 essays, poems, novels, essays, essays, papers, news, photography, TV feature film commentaries and other works in more than 60 newspapers, periodicals and stations across the country, amounting to more than 3 million words. His representative works are "The Sea of Years", "Tonight and The Moon", and "Our Hearts Are the Vast Earth". Some of his works have won awards in national, provincial and municipal areas. In 2021, he published 1479 poems on major online literary platforms across the country, such as China Poetry Network, Modern Poetry Network, Poetry Journal, Small Scripts and Small Dramas, and Great Lakes Literature and Art.
In the dark corner of the body, often also take out to dry
The body in a dark corner
Often when there is no one around
Also take it out to dry
Taking it out to dry is first of all beneficial to health
Whether it's the visible or the unseen part
Stay in a dark corner for a long time
Inevitably, there will be yin and damp intrusion
Taking it out to dry is first of all self-appreciation and intoxication
Especially men, take it out and dry it
It felt like David was no longer a work of art
Women are different, they are
The first thing to appreciate is not the creek
It's the two towering mountains in the north
Far more than Italy
A masterpiece of the Renaissance
These dark corners of the body
It can only be said that it needs to be sunburned to make it healthy
It's not dirty and decaying
And those on their own bodies can't be seen
Bad quality is not right and despicable
It should be taken out when there is no one
Deep reflection and careful analysis of provoking responsibility
Take him out to dry him yourself
On the one hand get a healthy flesh
On the other hand, it is possible to gain a new life
6. About the author: Huang Yuanyuan, slash Weng. The family name was Yuan Chuanyuan, Yuan Tiangang 46th. Diverse, professional artists. 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 Chairman of the International Youth Art Education Association, the Vice Chairman of the Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macao Greater Bay Area Literary and Art Alliance, the Principal Cellist and Resident Conductor of the Hong Kong Festival Chamber Orchestra, and the President of the Shenzhen LakeView Calligraphy and Painting Society.
ash
The day of the day chases the light of the night
I was immersed in a shallow black, a deep white
The silver on the top of the head revealed a silky smoothness
Flower armor from the haze of the morning sun
Walked into the pathos of the slanting sun. The picture freezes
I'm obsessed with the glory of yesteryear
The subtlety of early spring flows
Late autumn introverted blood. A warm current in the cold winter
From the coolness of the hot sun
Nature is singing silently, in silence
Dance wildly for me too. Determination was shackled
Hand in hand, I walked in the vastness
White, blowing the trumpet to set off, black
Lie in the no-man's land at the end. Who eliminated the initiation
Let the end be messy in the wind
Whitewashes heaven
Hell is smeared black, me
Wearing a gray robe, stealing joy in the human world
Ash crawled in the depths, refusing to be superficial
Bright white is flawless, black and dark has no intention of degeneration
What can be an exception? The marrow in the bones is ash
7. About the author: Tianya, former name, Liu Jianlang. He currently lives in Yuanjiang No. 2 People's Hospital in Yiyang City, Hunan Province. Since childhood, he has loved poetry and prose. He has won the Chinese Poetry Celebrity List and the Excellence Award of the Beidahuang National Network Poetry Competition. Major online platforms, newspapers, and paper periodicals publish his works.
if
Please, turn up the music in my body
Allow the sun to come in
Allow the crows to fly in
Allowed, you rowed over the boat from winter
Get on my shore
Allow, my dead branches to salute your sky
Suppose, a snowflake sprouted from pain
Suppose, tears stain my pupils
Honey, I'll collect them one by one, the white of gardenias and the drift of the seasons
It's like my finger
Meteors flutter, storm clouds suddenly change.
8. 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.
snow
I walk in winter
Snow accompanies you in winter
The rain didn't come from me
She has her own planned path
Able to accommodate my requests
It's because we have each other's attention
Snow is not my farewell
She must return
Hold my hand tight
It's because we have feelings for each other
The soul of the snow, the temperature of the snow
It had long since melted into the depths of my heart
Her figure, her smile
All the time is in front of my eyes
Flying in front of me at any time
9. About the author: Shi Lianhe, pen name Sanrong. A native of Xi'an Hu County, Shaanxi Province. Let us dispel fear with calmness, bury doubt with relaxation, and greet the future with a smile. Share poetry, share joy.
Sea mussels
Clustered brocade,
Always with pearls.
Quiet waves clap the body,
Gently dawn embankment.
2021.12.30.
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.
King
Everyone is destined
There is a king
That's in your kingdom of life
Ultimate fate
At the time of the King's arrival
Please be confident
Be brave and welcome
From now on your life will be harnessed
But you're willing
11. About the author: Xu Yang (pen name: Mengshui Piaopao), post-70s, ancestral home in Shandong, now living in Hefei, university culture, long-term engaged in book publishing and distribution work. Since childhood, he has loved poetry, and has written more than a thousand poetic texts in various paper media and networks.
Su MuSha - Winter touch scenery lyrical
Evening wind chill,
The stream is shallow.
Sorrow on the heart,
Leaf drop one person far away.
Dead wood empty empty can not be loved,
When the snow falls,
Jade dance flowers are present.
Ask the sky,
Who can be trusted.
Hometown,
Cold nights are lonely.
Looking back on the feelings of youth unchanged.
Still mountains and rivers,
A thousand times.
Essay on the evening of February 16, 2020!
12. About the author: Zhang Yu, male, born in 1960, from Gu'an County, Hebei Province, a member of the Communist Party of China, an economist, and a retired cadre of taiyuan's financial system.
Salute to the Members of the Communist Party of China
A video that made people who watched it make waves,
A conversation that makes people who hear it emotionally,
Passing herders help trapped vehicles out of trouble,
The act of refusing touched thousands of people in an instant.
Vehicles caught in the quagmire on the way to xinjiang tourism,
Suddenly stuck on the road without going to the village and not having a shop,
The passenger is thinking about how to get the vehicle out,
Two passing shepherds held out their hands in support.
The wheels of the stone car on the mat kept idling,
Digging mud by hand can't solve the deep sinking of the wheel,
Push hard plus the throttle to keep adding fuel,
After various attempts to get out of danger of trapped vehicles.
After the car is out of trouble, the passenger takes out the money to thank,
The herdsmen hurriedly waved their hands for money and reached out to their chests,
When the riders see the party emblem on the herdsman's chest,
The excitement was added to a sigh of surprise.
At that moment the expression of pride overflowed the herder's face,
At that moment, the identity and honor and responsibility of the party members are the same,
At that moment the light in his heart was glorious and frank,
The God in the eyes of that moment is both a mission and a burden.
At that moment, the light of the party emblem illuminated the Gobi Desert,
At that moment, the sincerity of the Party members was written with vicissitudes of the face,
At that moment, my actions were the standard of party members.
The good people at that moment are praised as an extension of the party spirit.
At that moment, the glory of faith flew to the sky,
At that moment, the kinetic energy of the power shook the rivers and mountains,
At that moment it was the burning of the torch that illuminated the earth,
At that moment, the responsibility of the original heart brought warmth.
At that moment, the quality of party spirit is constantly enlarging and increasing,
At that moment, the political style was resolute in the resolute action,
That moment of selfless dedication in the release of feelings touching,
At that moment, the spiritual greatness was shining brightly.
That moment was a point among more than ninety million Party members,
That moment was a stop among more than ninety million Party members,
At that moment a party member is a banner,
Serving the people in that moment is a responsibility.
Salute to you, learn from you as a member of the Communist Party of China,
Greetings to you, aligned with the members of the Communist Party of China,
The Communist Party of China is even greater because of you,
The Chinese Communist Party has the courage to dedicate itself because of you.
January 3, 2022
13. 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.
First snow
Winter night, outside the window
The first snow in winter
It was flashing white
Cut through the darkness
I was already numb
Wear a plain outfit from the inside out
Leaning against the window stood snow-white icicles
Watch the snow densely sowing pale
Let the thickness of the pale
Hide the stains of life
I am the snowflake
I am clean and empty
The snow outside the window was still falling
The snow is trying to cover up
This city, this world
Violence and the hidden diseases of life
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