Author's profile: Several, real name Yuan Fujian, Hunan Pupu people, published a number of poems in various poetry journals, online journals are widely read. He has published a collection of poems, Scattered in the Mountains.
A bunch of poems
I'm this winter
My sowing
Regardless of the season
The more brutal the winter
The more you sow hope
Sing from the great river
Smooth into the small canal
Originally, I manipulated a landscape
The landscape soaked my blood and sweat
The biggest fool in the world
I did it
I still have to do it
Had to keep doing it
Perfect
But I'm not the most incompetent one
I want to think of myself as a seed
Buried deep in the channels of the mountains
I think I'm not afraid of the cold anymore
Silently survived a difficult time
Until the flood season of the following year
You met me to grow hope out of the canal water
That year's Dragon Boat Festival
There was a fool
Sit still by the green river
Sat into memories of my life
I say the moon
She nodded
I say stars
I say it's good to have a day like this
She never spoke
Just listen quietly
Gentle as a lamb
And I'm talking about starting a family
Speaking of whether she would marry me or not
She shook her head
She began to speak
She said she had already promised someone
A thousand and ten thousand were reluctant
But the fate of parents is difficult to violate
These days
Come and see you every day
It's for the afterlife goodbye
Only one of her shoes was found by the river
That poet friend
Many years ago
We don't know each other
But they have already met in a book
Years go by
A shoulder rub
Decades passed
Until the Yingshan flowers bloomed and thanked
Thanks again red
Just by chance
Only to look at each other on the top of that mountain
Can't believe it
The young man who dreamed of returning to the peach blossom forest
Compete for hair dyeing cream
Hanging stone
This stone hangs over the cliff
A unique scenery suspended
I'm the only one who appreciates it
Poetry is far away
You are also far away
Only I and the stone that had been silent for a thousand years
Speaking of desolation on earth
Speaking of the heaviness of the countrymen
Put the risk of survival
Hanging in fear in the silence of no one
Hang high in the air
The life and death of a bird
That day I came to the county to run errands
It's raining heavily
odd
I saw an unknown bird
Lost flying in the street
A car comes
Another car came
It dodged wearily
Dodged again and again
Time and time again, I was worried about its thrilling situation
I walked over
Prepare to drive it away
It seemed to be in a panic
Everything is stuck in the middle of the street
I think we have pity on each other
All from the mountains
Come here
Fate is being slaughtered
I want to catch it
Send to a safe tree
When I first approached
It was run to death by a rolling cart
A spirit bird that leaps and falls
It was a pile of blood in an instant
I was at a loss
It seems that a bad omen is coming
Face disaster
It happens all the time
Rain of tears
Rain is the tear of the heavens
It has been pouring out on the human world
Come and go in a hurry
I couldn't see what lay ahead
Most afraid of which familiar numbers ring
rise
Say hometown flooding
Say the channel collapses
Say that the rice fields are about to be harvested
It was flooded again
Aqueduct
I became the landscape of this place
But I have no exorbitant reason
I just rely on a quiet posture
Soaring between two mountains
When you inject the noise of the water into my life
I sent you through the mountains with hollowed-out feelings
Once the noise is over
Retreat to the sorrow of loneliness
I understand build my master
I am struggling for my further studies
He walked over
His decisions were constantly tossed
The heaviness under his feet
Heavier than me
Heavier than the mountains
I look forward to you humans
More good and more understanding
With a kind of tenderness
Evoke my eternal singing
Double sections to see
Double knots
Brothers are thousands of miles away
Bright sunshine
Shine on your happy tour
Thank you for the invitation
Thank you for your concerned regards
I'm telling you
Hometown at this time
It was also raining in the sky
A gust of wind and a shower of rain
Grass sprouts in the field
The farmer stayed at home and worried
You wish me happiness
I dare not wish them happiness
I don't dare write anything against my will
Sing the praises of my great motherland
How to prosper and be powerful
Those poems that have evolved with the times
None of them seemed to have anything to do with me
But we all know it deeply
Tonight's moon
After all, it is round
It is not the Ming of hometown
It's the light on the outside
Passer
Cities along the Yangtze River
Not so strange
Strange is myself
That put the weeds
Transported out of the province of youth
It has become a passer-by who looks at the scenery
It is said that there are footprints
But where do I go to look for it?
The old street is more quaint
The buildings are tall and tall
Only this rushing Yangtze River
Or the blue water looks up to the sky
Sometimes there is a sigh
With three or two friends
Inadvertently memorize the verse:
"The great river goes east, and the waves are exhausted."
Characters from ancient times..."
Camellias bloom
Years ago
I just love camellias
It faces the snow
It's freezing cold
Bright and dazzling red flowers bloom
It was in a lonely ravine
Lonely Fang admired herself in that no one's place
The fittest survive the green of the four seasons
I dug it up and planted it
The front and back of the house in my hometown
I've had a past with it
It is the flower of hard work of destiny
It's not that I want it to open it
Planted year after year
Year after year it just doesn't last long
After coming to Zhongdu
Transplanted to my yard again
Another decade has passed
I was no longer bothered
This year this Spring Festival time
It opened miraculously
Brightly colored in the courtyard I was used to
Dazzling in my comfortable eyes
dock
Sit on the pier
I'm thinking back to the old days
The wind is still like this
People are already different
The Yangtze River is mighty day and night
What I call ideals
Still in the distance
Still the same as me
Wandering
There is you in the dream
In a meeting
boring
There are too many styles of mandarin
Look around
Many people look at their phones
I read poetry
Read Gu Cheng's poem:
Five dreams last night
You are in three dreams
I think of you
In last night's dream
There's really you
Look at the Three Gorges
Then to the Three Gorges
Give time weight
A mighty expanse of miles
It was replaced by a flat lake
Take a boat from Yichang
After the gates of Gezhou Dam were opened
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the confusion on both sides of the strait
Three Gorges Dam
It became the location of the Three Gorges
Stand here
Overlooking the Yangtze River
Let me overflow the gaze
I saw it
China is great in the world
He became the seed
The rain in May has been falling
The rice paddies in May have been returning to green
In May he became a seed
Planted in the hearts of farmers
Tian Gan walked only by memories
Now, he had quieted down
Looking back all your life is the seed of hybrid variation
Use the seed to be the savior
Save the hungry osmium people from food and clothing
Save the poor people from prosperity
Now, he has become a true seed
Will lie down in the dirt
Pillow the roots and whiskers that you emit to the world
With a lifetime of seeds of dreams
The root of the seed of a lifetime is completed
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