1. About the author: About the author: Bing Lingzi, real name Zhang Jianguo, a native of Siyang County, Jiangsu Province. He is a member of the Jiangsu Writers Association and a member of the Jiangsu Chengzi Lake Poetry Tribe. His works have appeared in Chinese Poetry, Poetry Journal, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Poetry Monthly, Selected Poetry Journal, Yanhe and other newspapers and periodicals. His works have been selected into the "2016 Jiangsu New Poetry Annual Selection" and "2018 China WeChat Poetry Yearbook".
split. world
After lunch, take a walk on Zhongxing Road
There was no drinking, and the sun poured down from the gap between the tall buildings
Several elderly people bathed in warmth with their eyes slightly closed
The canal scenery belt is not very far from here
But for them it is a luxury
Going alone is not just a matter of physical strength
Family worries and advice are tinged with a hint of family sweetness
A cat leaps out of a window
Attract their dizzy eyes
Inexplicably, there was a bit of resentment and jealousy
The alleyway is still very long with your eyes closed
The apricot blossoms that crossed the wall fell on the footboard that walked past
The door number and spirit of each household are engraved with sincerity
It's a new world, another generation's
All the old ones are gone, the accents are gone, the names are gone, the last names are gone
Zhongxing Road is really old
One is a fast lane, one is a slow lane, and one is a sidewalk
The crowd was divided and could not find a way home
2. About the author: Liu Ruijin (pen name also milk name: Haiming), post-60s, Tianjin Binhai New Area people, university culture, vice president of Tianjin Haiyun Poetry Society. Since childhood, he has loved poetry, and has written more than 4,000 poetic texts in various print media and networks. Motto: Strive to forge ahead, face it calmly, and enjoy it with heart. Style of acting: romantic in dreams, realistic rationality. Poetry: Poetry, can not make real life luxurious, but enough to make people spiritual world noble.
ripe
The head hangs low, low to the earthy fragrance to warm the spirit
soul
Cut that fruit open, no pain,
There was no bloodshed, only tears
The tears were sweet and soaked with wind and frost
Leave the eyes and give the rest all
you
I just look at you seriously
Sculpting the past into a "thinker"...
3. About the author: Xu Ke, male, ancestral home in Zhejiang, grew up in Jiangsu. Born in 1959, he is a member of the Guangzhou Young Writers Association, the Hong Kong Writers Association of China, and the Writers Association of Jiangsu Province, and serves as the president of Nanjing Poetry Journal. He is currently the vice chairman of the Jiangsu Branch of the Oriental Civilization Communication Association and the director of the Department of Culture. At the same time, he is also the editor and director of the "Wisdom China" column of CCTV, and the director of the Changzhou station of China's great collection style.
wine
Splash it out with a cup
To the earth
Dust sweeps it away
Only a limited trace of brick and stone remains
Beauty accompanies the inner orbit
A glass of filial piety to the mountains
Prosperity will be dressed up in emerald green
The thick yin in that thick
Will be full of fringes in the world
It's like giving a vast sea of vicissitudes
Draw a volume of invisible phantoms like ink
Magnificent legends are legends one after another
Placed on altar strips
sky
Shallow mottled
The nickname of the Bay Bay
Clouds and moon songs
The Milky Way pierced through nothingness like a long sword
Will also be the smoke of the ages
The dredging is incomparably clear and incomparably blue
Drunk or broken
Throw a lifetime of pride
It's still a dream
Let the immortals guide and lead
Let God play it out
January 2022
4. About the author: Huang Yuanyuan, Slash Weng. The family name was Yuan Chuanyuan, Yuan Tiangang 46th. Diverse, professional artists. Born in Hankou, Yue Yang settled in Hong Kong in 1980 and immigrated to Vancouver in 1992, where he now lives in the Guangdong Bay Area. Graduated from the 9th Actor Training Course of Shaw Brothers Film Company in Hong Kong, graduated from Xiamen University with a major in Chinese Language and Literature, a master's degree from The University of East Asia in Macau, and is a visiting professor at the Wuhan Branch of the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences. He has published a variety of poetry collections, essays and calligraphy collections, which have been translated into six languages, and nearly 600 poems have been published in various newspapers, magazines and public platforms. Former baritone of the Hong Kong Opera House, he is currently the Chairman of the International Youth Art Education Association, the Vice Chairman of the Guangdong-Hong Kong-Macao Greater Bay Area Literary and Art Alliance, the Principal Cellist and Resident Conductor of the Hong Kong Festival Chamber Orchestra, and the President of the Shenzhen LakeView Calligraphy and Painting Society.
The sun still avoids its hour
A piece of soil that has been soaked by wind and rain all year round
It is the territory of my prayer. Today
However, avoidance is not to bear to leave
The wetness was still spreading, but the throat was dry
The mud changes grimaces. The Last Judgment
The riverbed was seen to the bottom, and the black heart and lungs were torn apart
Under the scorching sun, lumps of earth appear
Not demanding, late
The feet will also reflect the colorful colors. Warcraft is invisible
Glossy, hollowing out the tear marks in the memoirs
Dappled all over the earth, the beginning of the recovery
5. Zhang Meiman, pen name: Qiwu Angyue, born in Quanzhou, Fujian Province, professional woman, member of the Communist Party of China, member of Quanzhou Poetry Society, member of Quanzhou Writers Association, director of Quanzhou Fengze Writers Association, Quanzhou Tourism Association. Standing Director of the Tourism Literature Professional Committee, Fujian Province Traveler Culture Contracted Writer, prose and poetry scattered in the Philippine Chinese Literature Magazine, Quanzhou Literature, Fengze Literature, Xiamen Literature and Art, Chang'an Wenyuan, Chinese Contemporary Creative Love Poems, Chinese Poets Annual Poetry Anthology 2018, Chinese Contemporary Classic Poetry, Chinese Soul, "I am at the end of the mobile phone", "Haisi Shang Bao", "Quanzhou Evening News", "Southeast Morning Post", "Quanzhou Youth Daily" has been published in the "World Journal" for many times and was awarded the title of "Female Poet Who Writes Love Poems". Poetry: If I were a small stone, it would be cast in your dreamlike heart lake, and let your life ripple like poetry...
Tour
There is no excuse
The westerly wind has easily blown the thoughts down
That winter night
Glass after glass of wine
Expelling the chill flinched
And that beloved song
More like strong wine
Little by little warmed her heart
If only time could be turned back
She longed
Travel from the beginning to the end of the dream
6. About the author: Shan Hanzi, post-70s, now living in Mengzi, Yunnan, began to create literature in the 1990s, with poems, lyrics, and essays in newspapers and magazines to meet readers.
Greetings from home
Sand pear, running from the trees in the garden basket
Plums, coming from the trees of the Great Black Mountain
Peppercorns, walking from the trees on the slopes of the big leaves
The four seasons of beans are slow and leisurely
From the bud trees, from the bushes on the edge of the ground
Extremely reluctant to come down
Walk around and watch as you walk
Pedestrians on Laozhai Street
Old houses on the old walled street
They also had to hang out on the hills around the old village
Wait until they've seen enough of apple base scenery
Chat with the peaches in the winter peach base
Then come to the big leaf slope to chat with the bayberry and brag with the cherry
Even the vegetables and matsutake mushrooms hiding in the greenhouses are not spared
Also get in and hang out with him
Wait until they play enough
Four seasons of beans from my hometown
Only reluctantly climbed into the mini car of the eldest sister's family
With sand pears
Together with peppercorns
With plums
Run to the little town where I live
When you see me
These are distinguished guests from their hometowns
green bean
Bring me information about my hometown
Bring me warm greetings from home
7. About the author: Chu Xiangping, a native of Shijiazhuang. Member of Chinese Poetics. Published poems "Still Water Flow Deep" prose collection "Still Water Breeze" works appeared in various newspapers and magazines.
That year I fell in love with the wind with a leaf
Trembling and frightening
I humbly ignited
Small town Inside the old streets and short alleys
A bouquet of fireworks
We held hands tightly
Individual commitments
Acacia is thick
The depths were lit
Twinkle in the watch
Silence is extinguished
But my humility is not pure
To wash themselves across the crowd
Also to set off your nobility
That year in Maplewood
I suddenly looked at a leaf
Fell in love with the wind
Suddenly you came by a cloud
Fell in love with the snow
Spend every night together
Very quiet, very quiet
From the heart to the fingertips
From you to me
Whisper the melody
At last
We did not live up to the winter
2022、1、16
8. About the author: Decadent Field, former name: Tian Xiyun. He has published more than 3,000 essays, poems, novels, essays, essays, papers, news, photography, TV feature film commentaries and other works in more than 60 newspapers, periodicals and stations across the country, amounting to more than 3 million words. His representative works are "The Sea of Years", "Tonight and The Moon", and "Our Hearts Are the Vast Earth". Some of his works have won awards in national, provincial and municipal areas. In 2021, he published 1479 poems on major online literary platforms across the country, such as China Poetry Network, Modern Poetry Network, Poetry Journal, Small Scripts and Small Dramas, and Great Lakes Literature and Art.
I'm waiting for you at Fate Ferry
Come to the Fate Ferry
Waiting for your coming
I don't know what happened
How many springs, summers, autumns and winters
There are no bridges on the river waiting to freeze
Today's ice has been thawed
The boat came again towards the ferry
I waited at the ferry
From the wisps of green silk
To both sideburns white
I stayed where I was
Just wait for you to come
Or wait for me to give up
I'm still waiting
You are from the waterway
Or from the main road
Or from the railroad
Maybe it's airborne
Even if linked from WeChat
Come to me waiting for you
Fate Ferry
2022.1.16
9. About the author: Duizuka, a professional self-media person, the editor-in-chief of Noyama tea new poems, has published novels, essays, reportage, and published the best-selling poetry collection "Love is my only luggage in this life".
distance
Two large trees more than ten meters apart
Relatively polite and courteous
Even talked happily in the wind
But they were all at peace
But who sees
They struggle underground
I deceive myself for the sake of the water and soil on which I live
High-sounding encroachment on other people's territories...
10. About the author: He Zonglin, Yi ethnicity, a native of Huili City, Sichuan Province, a senior teacher, a member of the China Education and Teaching Research Association, a member of the Sichuan Wenjiang Micro-Article Literature Association, and a member of the Huili City Writers Association. There are news, poetry, essays, papers published in newspapers, websites, and works have won awards. His works have been scattered in newspapers and websites such as Yi People's Network, Prose Network, Prose Online Network, Sichuan Fangzhi, Poetry Magazine, Micro Literature, Liangshan Daily, Xichang Metropolis Daily, Liangshan Education Research, Huili Literature and Art, etc., and some works have been selected for books and periodicals.
Daliangshan, who is deeply in love
Daliangshan Yo
My dear Liangshan!
I want to see your splendid mountains and rivers
Taste your sweet Sanjiang water again
I'm going to fly on the clouds in the sky
Go see how splendid the 10,000 acres of spring soma is
I'm going to climb the high holy land of Luoji Mountain
Look at the century white glaciers that remain
I want to fly up to heaven and invite Chang'e to go down with me
Let's take a look at The Great Liangshan With Its Rockets Flying in the Sky
I'm going to come on June 24
Admire the thousands of rivers and mountains when the torches are lit
Oh, the fantastic Liangshan
You are the home of my dreams
You are the most beautiful paradise on earth
It is always the heart of the people who will always lead you
Note: (1) The 24th day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar is the torch festival of the traditional festival of the Yi people.
(2) Sanjiang: Refers to the "three rivers" flowing through Liangshan Prefecture refers to the Jinsha River, Yalong River, Dadu River, flowing through Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province, Leibo, Ningnan, Huidong, Xichang, Mianning, Dechang, Yanyuan, Ganluo and other 12 counties (cities). Liangshan is the confluence of the Jinsha River, Yalong River and Dadu River. The Jinsha River, Yalong River and Dadu River are China's hydropower "rich mines" and have attracted the world's attention.
11. About the author: Li Xinhua (pen name: Tang Man) is a native of Shaoyang City, Hunan Province, and a civil servant. In 2010, he began publishing poetry works. He has published more than 120 modern poems (the first) in newspapers and periodicals and on the Internet across the country. He is also the editorial board member and deputy editor-in-chief of the poetry journal "Snow Soul". His major works include "Ode to Daxing", "Father's Potato", "Breaking the Night with Bones", "My Roses Bloom Only Once" and so on. The poetry is dignified and close to the land.
I'm a fading person
The mornings of black and white birth have always been fed by me
I wash and tidy up and feed myself,
Go out to see the sky, check in, start the computer, and make various calls
I relied on a glass of water to moisten the withered time
Greeted with a smile
Also guard against every virus carrier
Before the night
Before the city turns into a red code
Try to pretend to love life
I also fornicated, but I knew it was sin
Don't talk about trading, just talk about lace news
Also strangle the feeding of the big morning,
Don't let it peek into my ambiguity in the night
12. About the author: Bao Chen, Tujia family, born in 1959 in Xiangtan, Hunan.
It was all a burst of brain shell dizziness
Poetry is most obvious
Times are terminally ill
2022.1.17
13. About the author: Gao Ganqing, a native of Dafeng District, Yancheng City, Jiangsu Province, a farmer literature, a literary platform group leader, a peasant writer, once served as a columnist of China Writers Daily, and has published works in more than 100 newspapers and magazines such as Writers Daily, Poetry China, and Nanjing Writers. He has published works from many platforms.
Our generation
(Written to four0, five0, six0)
Once put hunger, poverty experience
Three porridges a day
Common in those hard years
Migrant workers pick up soil and dig rivers in the days
The loud trumpet always rings in your ears
The days when the production team earns its share of work
Hoes, scythes, nails to climb
Incredibly hard work in the fields
Decentralized intellectual youth
Busy with us in the crop fields
Ploughing cattle and ploughing fields were everywhere at that time
Work-study
In those days, I was used to it
We never felt tired after walking for more than a dozen miles to school
Coming home from school, dig wild vegetables and feed them to the pigs
Many children are playing together
How happy
Jump rope, wooden gun fighting, cockfighting, hitting copper plates
Have fun and watch a movie once a month
The production team was crowded
We carried wheat, rice
Went to the grain station to pay the public grain
I have eaten pasta made from barley grits
This is the spring of our generation
No matter how bitter and tired you are, you feel that life is sweet
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