Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.
Zhao Xiaomeng, a native of Hechuan, Chongqing, currently lives in Chengdu. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a director of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the presidium of the Sichuan Writers Association, and a senior editor. He has published 8 books and has been selected into more than 30 anthologies, including the long poem "Diaoyu City".
Mountain residence autumn
Zhao Xiaomeng
In case of rain
What should come will always come. The flower trail is rugged
Lemons yellow vigorously on autumn
As soon as I arrived here, the strength in my body was small
The brain is only used to think about what is in front of us
Everywhere else was empty
The wind shook every leaf, and it shook too
Every cracked fruit
The sun was silent behind the clouds
The empty space of the brain cannot fit in new things
Look at the water, the water is flowing on the rocks in the mountains
Look at the clouds, and the clouds are fluttering in the treetops
The depth of the raindrops is cold and warm
It's just one bird flying another bird
Absent shoulders looked for the orchid's lips
I don't go away and let the raindrops come one by one
From yew and thornless crown pear up, from the spotted bamboo
Thorn bamboo comes up, chrysanthemums, gardenias, ginkgo biloba
Already occupying the position, the moth tree opens the butterfly
Wings, golden fluff fell to the ground
Bamboo and mushrooms woke up, and they were so strong that they were confused
- The earth is full of the order of honor and inferiority
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Listen to the wind
There are a hundred thousand lions roaring. There are 100,000 choppy waves
The silhouette of Tuiyuan Mountain also pushes away the clouds and water skylight
Bashan's huge body could not hold back the Babel Tower Bell
The back of the seat was tight against the rock
I was afraid that a gust of wind would blow away the morning sun in front of me
Those loose pine needles scattered all over the place, repeated
Calculate the time notes that you want to be in the wind
Discern the correct pronunciation of the northern night rain
The distractions of roof leaves must be dusted off
Focus on the mountains and clouds
The best spectacle of the day, no
The stars kept the rest of the octagonal well down
Fall to the ground on the lights of shan shan
Can't resist the crickets by the sound of the wind
Those who have been lost are spreading out in the mountains
Photo by Zhao Xiaomeng
View the clouds
Pine needles are serious, maple leaves are serious
The lake water is serious, and the idle clouds are serious
The fish and algae in the water are serious
Even the wind that accidentally broke in was serious
Hold each other's breath and recognize each other
appearance. It belongs to the appearance of late autumn
Serious stones intercept the coming of time
and go to the road. Forest Look around the forest
Everything is silent on the surface of the lake
White clouds and snails crawled silently
The red-billed blue magpie rolled its clever eyes
Stare at the same clear face in the water
I just can't call my name
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full moon
The lost youth is all under the tree
One pine needle presses another pine needle
Growing older and older, all
Stick to a tree pole. Want to pick up
The moonlight scattered on the ground, and the wind blew
The bills that had just been signed were squandered again
I came back and lowered the nightingale's voice
Human weaknesses crawl through dead leaves
Such blind branches do not shear, moonlight at least
Three times less. For decades
The mountain road has been prepared, above the dirt
The rocks are still so calm. Pine cone's
In the lips, everyone has the urge to spit out
A jungle without even a single birdsong
The smell of the mountains is all released
Nostalgic for the dream of the owl on the branches
The moonlight that is leaving the body
Then he climbed towards the cliff behind the tree. Song Tao Li
You can still hear my heartbeat and sigh
stroll
One click to empty the place, the life is arranged
All stayed down the hill. Language barriers
Now all the flowers and trees have been returned
Xiang Zhang lived to this day, and only then did he know that he did not want much
The so-called immortality is a lie written on paper
Man's name on the stone is far inferior to that in the earth
Bronze can see through at a glance
The stream that swung by sloped from north to south
It's like thinking about a way out of inspiration in advance
The crab uses a stone to sharpen the knife of fine sand
Metasequoia is still the same as it was hundreds of millions of years ago, clouds
Walking in the mountains is not hurried or slow
The damp bluestone slabs slow down as much as possible
The peaks of the mountain are like boats in the river, hidden from time to time
The difficulty of the bush ambush could not be stopped
The time for the pine needles to press back into the soles
The sound of sunshine hitting the ground is like rain
Lilac knew the catalpa tree even with her eyes closed
Direction. Moss replicates moss
Youth comes in the buffer zone before daylight
Let the mountains and swamps be as you wish
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Knock on the mountain
Lay along pine needles for time, eyes and heartbeat
They are all making way for silence. I don't talk
Just because honeysuckle will stop climbing
It had been a long time since the departure, and no one had denied monkey rejoicing
The meaning of flowering. Give a tree a chance to stand
It's like giving a bird a voice ready to lead the song
Let the mountain restless atrium have the exact following
Shoulders can be unloaded from the sky, too virtual tower can be alone
Facing the whole sky, the morning bell and twilight drum of the mountain temple had just passed
The wind chased the tower bell all over the mountain, peaks and valleys
They can't escape fate. The vast sea of fog can't cover the morning
A drop of dew, the Bole tree never lies down and talks
Under the blue sky, only the broom was taking care of the White Cloud Temple
youth. Let the dust be left with no room for deliberation
No one would simplify the trail in the name of morality
The setting sun corrects the acacia on the cliff face of Incense Burner Peak
Legend has it that all are floating clouds, and only the soul of the mountain watches over and helps
Yew trees can't support the wind and snow moon scattered all over the place
The re-assembled stone bridge pavilion is exquisite and sturdy
The flickering arc of the cooking smoke is limited, and the mood of the west window is shared by candles
Just when I looked up, I was interrupted by the night rain in the north
Only the peony, peony, green plum, and camellia are intact
Ask the flowers
From dark to bright. If you gaze up close
You will understand the sunflowers with their heads held high
There is no need for sunlight. Because of the convention of a piece of grass
They are never missing, and you must pass by the side of the road in October
Who can tell me that everything here has been tried
Bend to the steps of the jungle and bend to the attic that pierces into the sky
Become a way to climb upwards
But it's there, in your glimpse
It's like a door panel that's afraid of light
Your presence makes the stream in the span of the bridge
With a full paragraph. No need to look back
The river in the fog cannot take away the clouds of the mountain city
It must be admitted that the morning bell and the twilight drum forgot the mountain temple
A breeze, the fingers of the camellias, let down the dense forest
The mountain, with a glass heart
At every close, I saw the gods of the mountain
Silence, silence, shouting or answering
The soil under your feet continues to grow
Zhen Nan refused to replicate the scream of thorn pain
But unable to get rid of the palace's deadly demands
Because there are caves, there is the practice of mountains
These Daoist friends do not need to climb to the top of the mountain
A bright moon can make them
Intercept your body's illness halfway through
The people of a city are proud of this mountain
And I'd rather put a lifetime of passion
All wasted under the darkened mountains
Guarding a tombstone — here I am
Xie Yang
If the sun has to come back, it must be
Trees pass through trees
Under Nanmu's knees, the teacup pondered
It was confirmed. Branches of osmanthus and pomegranates
The vastness given by autumn is only evident on the roof
The ground was blank and seemed to be picking and choosing
Standing words. I know
Incense sticks and wooden fish in the eyes of the speeding return wind
The semi-wild Metasequoia rotates the colors of the mountain forest
The low courtyard walls were tense
Forcing the palms on the table to open the secret
Those shining past events
Flee on a bamboo chair that has lost its backrest
I don't know, how many years
All burned for a long time under this silent roof
It must be admitted that there is also light in the shadows of the columns
There are always footsteps awakening around the corner of time
Stitch up the wound when you don't expect it
Together with dust falling on the panes
Never left the orange tree to watch over the twilight
For a word that can illuminate
Many things have ended before they even begin
Naruto
Stand, in the name of a tree
Correct the curved back of the stream
It's like an iron nail stuck into a rock
Tighten your thumbs up the bushes
But, those pine needle pieces
The other half of the board has been filled
The man who played against the mountain, not yet
Appears in the gap of the teacup
Needless to say, the Rock is already answering
Mountain's question. Guessed right
Death is the control of the tongue
It's like dirt snuggling up to the roots of a tree
Timid sunshine refused to open the boulevard
But always keep the door open
Cover the retreat of ants from matsutake bodies
Let the pine needles breathe again
The wind, only the wind can shake
Thunderous deep mountain canyons
I'm sure I heard it from the pine cone
The sound of the sea
No need to start with bird song, eyes
The encounter was full of new names
Simpler folds than cliffs
My wounds, my silhouettes
Waterfalls
Nothing could be more accidental
I was shrunk into a tiled gazebo
Water falls from a cliff higher than the sky
The deep pool under his feet had long since turned into a pot of porridge
The mountains are infected by the happiness of the waterfalls
Sunlight and white clouds ran on the bare rocks
The wings of birds flooded the mountains
The sound echoes the sound, and the sound is the best
prove:
"The world is alive and burning"
Calm, I make every part of the body
Stay calm until your shoulders are pressed against your heart
Until the wind lifts the cliff off the shoulders
The detritus of life, unparalleled hesitation and timidity
Renamed in the midst of the roaring rapids of the mountains
People and things around you that are no longer noticed
It was also contained by this openness, polished into invisible
There was little panic about the tree, all afternoon
None of them dropped the pine needles that supported the dream