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.
Ai Nuoyi, a young poet and writer, a contracted author and gold medal lecturer of The Reader New Media, a member of the China Writers Association, a student of the 36th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-Aged Writers of Lu Xun Literature College, and a student of the 3rd Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-Aged Writers of Lao She Literature College. He has published "Ten Thousand Flowers of Mountains and Rivers", "And Come to The Flowers to Listen to Sheng Songs", "Chaser of Light", etc., won the Bingxin Prose Award, the "Reader" New Media Annual Most Popular Author Award, the National Political and Legal Theme Outstanding Original Script Award, selected into the Chinese Public Security Literature Seventy Years Fine Library and other selected books, primary and secondary school language theme learning extracurricular tutoring series, and won the support project of the China Writers Association.
Gyeongseo Ancient Road
Ainoy
Cable
All about the beginning of early spring
It was just a premeditation of the thermometer
Unnoticed, Spring had more clues
Crack dramatic expressions, and much more
The dawn involving rain and snow
Any kind of subject you are familiar with, means
The rest of the scenery cannot penetrate the echoes that come from afar
In another chaos, the rift of the derivative season
A soul renders the base color
A soul opens the void
And the old sick body is still pulling
The corner of the spring day
Those that contain the coldness of the scenery
Leads us to identify gaps in our hearts
Chasing amnesiac migrations
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Outside the window
Sit at the window facing the street in a tall building
The tassels of time ripple in the whirlpool
The horizon slowly lit up
Only light grows in the abyss
Between the buildings, people in yellow vests came out
Then there were black, red, and blue
A pedal bike goes around
The slow car disappeared around the corner
Staring at the crowd away from home
Decades of flesh and sky sat side by side again
Free from the shackles of the land
At this moment, it is no longer heavy and staggering
Unlimited flocks of birds
Burst into bloom in an instant
When I wrote these words, I also forgot
The so-called long life
Blood and bone are being stripped with dirt
Photo in this issue: Lonely City
Breath
Occasionally, he moved in the chair he used to sit in
The building complex is available in several colors
How many windows are lit
Shake off tiredness and wait to hear the snapping footsteps
Sometimes, there was a pause at his desk
The eraser of the crack in time has rubbed the mouse and the pad
The lamp's button turned off the moonlight
Fingers tap the keyboard to fade the aftertaste of the wind and rain
The fibers of those old clothes, from invisible crevices
Grow crazy insomnia with murmurs
Refracted clouds, lying on the wooden floor
Accept the fate of a lifetime
The road, ah, looks like a condensed figure
The last three minutes are left for the night
We are so similar
Stronger than the diffuse floral fragrance
Purer than the dead branches of winter
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Soil
I remember, the flowers around me
Drive anywhere you want to settle down
I remember, can't have it again
How wonderful the old days were
At that time, simple rooms, hearty laughter
Light layers of stove fire
Day next to night
Dusk is all twilight
At that time, the location was vacated
No one wants to sit down
The sorrow diluted by the wind Faces the tiny things
I saw it salute silently
At that time, in a strange story
Having heard birdsong, I couldn't do it for them
One by one, they come up with nice names
The ancient dialect became a large piece of light
Illuminating a grain of soil, it has its dead and alive
Falling cherry blossoms
The last seven days of March
The wind stopped at the unusually wide riverbed
Move your steps at the winter ferry
The water under the shade is clear and soaked in greenery
With the flaunting of cherry blossoms
Wash away the sufferings of the world
There is no room for hypocrisy
The mottled flower dress lifted up my shadow
Give it the power to be born again
Soft pink, ethereal white
Clouds meet like clouds
Drift to the place where the sun sets
Slip off, slip off
See the journey of return
Destined to be a dazzling and short-lived meteor
With the years, the bell shakes
Sealed in the prayers of the multitudes
And spring is already on the way to waking up from a dream
Spring Feast
Think of spring
I thought of the young shoots that were upturned in the branches
Thought of the warm sun falling on the side of the petals
Think of the first rain in April
Soaked with thousand-year-old trees
Every spring day seems to be closely linked
Huansha River, under the Ramie Mountain
Walk through the alleys, or stop at the bluestone slabs
You can always hear the echoes of the past
Every spring day seems to be different
Tiny delicate tea leaves look
That doesn't matter
But it's wonderful
The slow-growing chamfern bears the fruit of a thousand years
The accompanying tea leaves meditate on the red dust
The stretch of sinking into the bottom of the purple sand pot completes the mission of a lifetime
The fragrance is fragrant and gradually fills the heart
Between the floats and sinks, open the window of memory
There are some old ones. Some are thin
The feast of spring is so vast
The pots and teas that pass by in this life return to the years
Dragon Boat Festival
You pass in front of the mountain temple
Suffering, tears
Bumps away from the nightmare
There is not a trace of it in the rippling waters of the river
At this moment, the candle flames that lit up inside were trembling
The dragon boat slowed down, and the wheat was yellow
The fragrance of mugwort leaves is faint
No more rushing to appointments. The rest of the time
Some things try to start over
Ascend, travel far, or hide in the house
Cut the winding silk thread
The grains of rice precipitate a long taste
The wooden comb carefully hid the white hair
He sang the tune in a low voice and sat upright like a twilight bell in the distance
The lights have been extinguished and life has shed its mask
The silhouette of the tacit understanding of heaven and earth
Tonight, the body is a real mountain and river
Moonlight accompanies you back home
Thousands of years of memory are like a window
Push it open and it's hard to close it again
So, I'll take a look at you
Senyama Arch Protects Shinkyo's right arm
The ancient road under the mist is mysterious
Crisscrossed, more tactile
The thickness and vicissitudes that have gone through the vicissitudes of the ups and downs
I'll take a look at you
I have seen it many times in the photos
Walking in or can't help but exclaim
Narrow trails steep hills
It is the road that ancestors have worn out with their feet for generations
The caravans are non-stop around the clock
Countless suns, moons, and stars followed
The hard stone surface leaves a deep hoof nest
When the pupils of the city, find a height
I'll take a look at you."
Nestled between the mountainside and the mist, there is little road
The hoof nests of the ancient road are denser and clearer
The camel horses that used to rely on long-distance transportation came in full swing,
A thousand grinds
I don't know how many years it took
How many mules carrying coal have passed
How much coal was shipped to Beijing
It is to create such a spectacle
Time turned around and the sky just brightened
At that time, the city of Beijing was quiet in the mountains and near the water
The sound of camel bells rings for ten miles
Mules and horses hissed in wisps
The shop welcomed and the caravans shuttled
The mountain echoes the human voice, and the water returns to the camel shadow
The ancient road goes all the way west
Over the mountains and mountains string together one ancient village after another
Overlooking the depths of the peaks, hidden in the thorny jungle
The ancient post road is as dense as a weaving net
In the blink of an eye, the hidden joy and sorrow no longer reappeared
The fire of the glazed brick kiln has been exuberant to this day
look at! Almost every house opens a guest house and flies a wine flag
Just like the old ancient road station
A stroll from yesterday
Today, modern highways have taken away the traffic that once existed on the Jingxi Ancient Road
The mountain road covered by National Highway 108
The walls are ruined and everything around them is abandoned
Above the steep peaks, the copper wall and iron wall stand
Between the barriers, the industriousness and hardship of the predecessors make people surging endlessly
No amount of obstacle can stop the progress
Those who have accumulated manpower over the years
Only to give the power to engrave mountains and rivers
In the closest place to the sun, stand tallest in the sky
The trail stretches until it disappears into the mist
O laborer, you are determined to create a new life without complaint or regret
Let the spring breeze touch the living veins of the earth
Those old stories spread
Let your thoughts drift as far as you want, how rich your imagination is
Can seep into the dirt with time and shade
Endless, silent