The anti-epidemic special edition | Chang'an Xi'an

Editor's Note

Recently, the epidemic situation in our province is complex, and the prevention and control of the epidemic is facing a severe test. In order to unite people's hearts, boost morale, and strengthen confidence in fighting the epidemic, Yanhe magazine opened a column of "anti-epidemic WeChat special article" on the WeChat public platform, expecting the majority of writers to pick up their pens, work together, watch over each other, and usher in the final victory together.

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Jiang Deming

Chang'an Xi'an

Wearing a mask, I know you too

Masks are worn well, not to refuse kissing

No matter how tightly you wear a mask, you can't hide your smile

You face me or turn away

Neither will turn the history of Chang'an Xi'an upside down

You want me to write poems for you, but I'm afraid to write them as a trick

Only secretly hid the sunlight from that year's encounter into the moonlight

Don't hold back the tears

The drip fell on the bluestone tea table and shattered into blue flowers

You hold up the tea with tears as a strong wine

Laugh and say: I believe there are poets' words

With terracotta pits in those terracotta made of terracotta

It can withstand burial

dove

Pigeon: Don't fly, the smog of the epidemic has not yet dissipated

You, flying and flying, may be like a flower falling

Pigeons, still flying. She was looking for the blue Heart of Heaven

Blow the pigeon whistle to the heavens, the sound of Chang'an peace and peace

It's like the magnificence of silk dancing in the wind

A pigeon flying over the land where the Silk Roads originated

It is reminiscent of the petals of the spring breeze

I want to wake up your soul, but I can't shout

The pigeons, still flying, are flying

Who knows the heart of a pigeon breeder

Even if the pigeon cage carried has only its own shadow

Also willing to watch the pigeons fly

Spring when the petals hit the bell

What you gave me was too full, full of pear blossoms

You are, who uses the water of the Tianhe River to wake up the charm of The Charme

It was the moonlight that could be broken at the touch of a finger again

The white clothes on your body are whiter than the pear blossoms

You say I'm a sick student, and God sent you this angel

Stay with me in this life. But you are dressed in white

Had to leave

You say: If this goes, it will not return

You can look for it along the water of the Yellow River: that Yingying Xiu's eyes

A wang is a new word, and a wang is an old woman is you

Remember march of one year

At a temple in the countryside, enjoy the pear blossoms

There was a bell ringing across the empty mountain, I said

Look at who the person who hits the bell is

You laugh: it's the petals of pear blossoms

That day, I wrote: Spring when the petals hit the bell

Write about how compassionate a woman is

Ask the Buddha

This spring, I know that the peach blossoms will have a disaster

Gua Xiang advised me to escape, I believe in feng shui

But it is more mindful to commit to gold

You said that the spring is long and afraid of the flowers blooming early, not to mention the countless reds

I said, it doesn't matter if the wind blows the flowers away

Its fragrance has entered my lungs with the wind

Today, I sit under the peach blossom tree

The flesh and soul that cannot sit still do not guard the house

I knew that I could not become a Buddha by meditating

It just makes people believe in the existence of the Buddha

I am a man who wears fallen flowers as a robe

I believe in Buddhism, not for myself

Ask the Buddha to be by your side and bless you

Healthy to go, healthy to go back