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.
Long Yangzhi, Doctor of Literature, Associate Professor of the Department of Chinese of Jinan University, Master Supervisor, engaged in the study of modern and contemporary Chinese poetry, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macao literature, and world Chinese literature. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a contracted critic of the first Guangdong Writers Association, and has presided over the National Social Science Foundation Project, the Humanities and Social Sciences Project of the Ministry of Education, the Guangdong Provincial Social Science Planning Project, the Project Entrusted by the Propaganda Department of the Guangdong Provincial Party Committee, the Macao SAR Cultural Bureau Project, and the China Writers Association Experience Life Project, and has published more than 90 academic papers and more than 500 poems and essays in domestic and foreign journals.
There is only one back and forth in a lifetime
Long Yangzhi
Dreams of rivers and mountains
Open your book
Inside are my rivers and mountains
We pretend to be reunited in the distance
A scream, a gesture to talk enthusiastically
Correct details that are lost from each other
Depart day and night, and return from the stars and the moon
My village is full of smoke
The sound of clothes pounding came and went
Squeak
Grandfather just pushed the door open
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On the way to freedom
A nightingale stopped
Silence conveyed a year of sorrow
The tip of the plane tree on the yellow mound in Gantang Village
One bird sees all birds
Dance in the wind and show your loud singing voice
The golden sunset resembles a gong
Carried by a drummer to a mountain pass
The wanderer who had returned home knelt on the yellow embankment and waited
The sound of dusk
The enslaved wings spread out in the shape of the wind
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hajj
A few birds chirped from the valley
Pass through the sunlight of the camphor foliage
Hit the camphor tree again
Other than that, there are no grand ceremonies
From the Tianhe to the White Clouds
It's like a hajj that travels thousands of miles
He took off his coat, which was like a robe, and leaned on the moss-covered stone
Listen to the mountain springs
The mountain wind opened the ancient scriptures
Page after page
The secrets of those dusty servants
So eager to be read, so purged
Because of this sacred moment
The leaves were also shaking slightly in the valley
Photo by Long Yangzhi
quell
Friends return from the sea
Didn't bring back scoops and buckets
He knocked pots and pans on the beach
Be ready to get up at any time and extinguish your inner desire
This trip is not worth it
The friend let out a slight exclamation and planned a new trek
And he is full
Shizuya's thoughts
Time glows with a yellowish hue
No one to stay for you
Smaller sounds came from the sky
You continue to maintain a contemplative posture
Nothing was seen
Only the pain was glowing
The great promise of the setting sun
Last night it grew into a dense forest
Look forward to standing as a sculpture
Will tonight's dreams blossom?
The dew is cool and the stars are falling
If I fall asleep in the morning light
Destined to be separated from you for many years
black
Black is a sound
Snap
Time fell into the ancient well
The light disappears overhead
The iron lid was moved back to its place
The readers began to talk gibberish in the well
The truth is so cruel
When a voice is blacked out
All the light could not find an exit
Pregnant people
Steal a spoonful of tenderness from your eyes
Everything has the potential to spring again
Long hair like the wind, giving me thirty years of light idle clouds
Hidden in the bustling city
Who is the king's last name?
It's too much of a fantasy idea
Flip out the numbers like a spell
Press The Enchanted
Push back and soulless
Let the radio waves travel between the branches
I can only appreciate ink painting
Affection overflows into speechlessness
The late youth wants to talk and stop
Silence is like a storm
False sleep
There was already noise outside the window
Farmers return from the fields
Retrieve your leftover farm tools and bunting flags
Without saying a word, you fall into a false sleep
Immerse yourself in this earthly grand ceremony
praise
I praise the running of the race against death
Heading up against the sadness of January
The old man leaning against the window to take a nap had tired writing on his face
Close your eyes and recuperate, your expression calm
I praise the protection of life and death, and never abandon it
Ana's colorful figure accumulates energy throughout the spring
Travel between day and night
The voice is gentle and the movements are gentle
Such as lark checking naughty chicks
Youthful and bright face
Covered with deep strangles
I praise the pedestrians who have traveled far and wide
They found shelter before they ran out of gasoline
I praise the readers trapped in the bucket room
Tear off the golden rule and practice shooting
Praise should be given to highly skilled actors
Gags, talk without drafts
Praise also the calm drummer
A wave overshadows a wave of melody
Their coordination is impeccable, and the hot hand is perfect
It's like cherry blossoms giving condolences to the big belt
Cherry blossoms do not need to be praised
It floats on the grass on both sides of the city avenue
Land on the Silent Planet
Flower's crying was so quiet, addictive, heartbreaking
- They don't need it anymore