Hello readers
Today is January 20, 2022
Thursday
The eighteenth day of the lunar month
In this issue, poet Shisteria Qing'er will share two of her poems with you.
In front of the statue of Lu Xun (outer one)
It can be believed that it is not a statue
He just sat there
Time and space fell in a certain year and month of the Republic of China
The bells of time were awakening my intuition about that era
When love leads to the heart
I most wanted to go to his herb garden
There is no need to cope with the complexity and change of the world
There is no need to go to the Sanwei Bookstore
Read the books of the sages
It was as if he would not turn against my instinctive love
Humble to the grass and trees is what he gave me
But it must also follow him to the distant world
Instinctive growth
Instinctive survival
Instinctive shouting
Instinctively save the country
I wanted to stay in his hometown, and the water opened the nostalgia
There will never be a strange memory
The labyrinth of stars also flickered away in the flowing water
Just have to be with him for more things
The flesh and blood that are fighting have the pain of history
and pain points
The direction of not being confused has always led the light
If those lights would also reflect my arrogance, thin
I admired in self-examination
I would bow my head in front of Lu Xun
Look up again
Rain or snow
It has not yet been distinguished from its form, and it is changing again
condensation
What kind of laws does time frame?
It seems that only whiteness can define the beauty of the world
I love those whites
Back to the beginning of everything
A snow set off the entire Republic of China
I fainted in the snow as another me
Turn too fast and I will be chasing another me
She was going to identify some snowy roads
And a whiteness above faith
Things that float and sink in heavy snow
All constitute the cold silence of winter
When the color is dimmed, the snow can also reflect in the dark
bright
And brighten up with time
I went to check the grass and trees of Luyuan, and the leaves were rolled up and withered
It became the holy word of snow
Reference to one or another
There will also be no infinity white
It was as if I had been waiting for a snow
Come on a pilgrimage to the whole Republic of China
The moment it falls down there is no ready poem
Again, it will be urged
exist
Anchor of the Day: Zi Teng Qing'er (Poet)
Wisteria Qing'er, real name Zhang Nan. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. Students of the 40th Young Writers Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun Literature Institute participated in the first Qilu Poetry Conference, the Second Advanced Research Class of Chinese Internet Poets, and the 17th (Poets) Young Writers Advanced Research Class of Shandong Province. Published works such as "Poetry Journal", "Xingxing Poetry Journal", "Caotang", "Yangtze River Poetry Journal", "Shandong Literature", "Hundred Reviews", "Selected Poems", "Poetry Monthly", "Green Wind Poetry Journal", "Tangshan Literature", "Shandong Poets", "Changhe", "Chinese Poetry", "Chinese Poets", etc. He is the author of the poetry collection "Back in the Mirror".
WeChat Editor: Lv Yimeng
Second instance: Ren Jingjing
Third trial: Xu Jian
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