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.
Wang Lishi is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Chinese Writers Association. He has published more than 1,000 poems in many newspapers and periodicals at home and abroad, such as Poetry Journal and Chinese Writers, and more than 100 poetry reviews in newspapers and periodicals such as Poetry Exploration and Appreciation of Masterpieces. The poems have been selected into more than 100 anthologies such as the New Century Poetry Dictionary. He has won dozens of awards such as the 25th Lu Quan Poetry Award and the 3rd Chinese Contemporary Poetry Award.
With time books
Wang Lishi
Spring post
Wildflowers on the hillside
Birdsong in the trees
Wild ducks fluttering in the river
All beautiful enough
But I don't know
Who is my spring
like
I love the cloud
Clouds are sky-high
I love flowers
The flowers are spring
I love fish
Fish are river-owned
I like it
None of them belong to me
But I still like it as always
Photo by Zhang Hui
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Whip short
Reach
Flying horses
Under the wheel of time
Flowers and plants are emitted
Groans of happiness
People I love
Always have great good in mind
I can't go backwards
A river of spring water
Say she is a river of spring water
I was just a shadow in her water
Intimacy with her
Better than the geese on the water
The warmth and coldness of the water
The goose knows I know
But the goose didn't have me to the bone
The water is clear and turbid
But the goose didn't have me to distinguish
The wind blows
The water waves are rising, and the goose feathers are shaking
My shadow is also turbulent
siesta
The cup in my hand
Fell to the ground
Life has been shattered
Lost water is difficult to harvest
My soul is speeding up
Plunge into darkness and abyss
The light of life
Escape from flesh and bones
I was tired and let go of everything
Just want to take a nap at one's castle
Grass tribe
I don't get wet
But the grass
In the spring
I'm not spending
And in the grass
How many years
I keep enough distance from the flowers
And with the grass is not separated between you and me
I'm like brothers with grass
More like a lover
door
Made of wood
The sun shines on
Golden as childhood
I have been opened again and again by my loved ones
Now it's closed permanently
My nostalgia is like dust
Wandering in the outside world
Middle-aged head
It was covered with earthly snow
The sky of your hometown
It was as if a few sparrows had flown by
I use dizzy old eyes
In identification
Which one is just my shadow
destiny
I saw one thing
After being used up by some people
Just throw it away
I feel sorry and unfair
I'm not afraid of people laughing
Bend down and pick it up
Carefully put it away
Looked and looked, touched and touched
It is definitely not garbage
But it was discarded like garbage
Its fate
Makes me cold heart
Give birth to some compassion
house
Your body
It was the house I was looking for for years
I'm out of your hands
Received a golden key
I was anxious to open
Let the sun and the soul stay together
I don't want to parasitize anywhere else
I don't want to wander around anymore
Just think
Return home like a bird, dock like a boat
In front of your window
Enjoy moonlight-like love
You're like a naughty boy, in my piece
Frolicking on the uneven face
Dye ink-like hair into snow-like silk
A few crow's feet are the foot sockets that you step on
When I made this old face, I turned off all audiovisual
The face you played with, turned into a piece
A land of silence, a place where the spring breeze blows
It grows sorghum, corn and wheat