Text/Figure Hou Mei
(i)
Black night
Shadows advance an inch
The light recedes a few points
Concentrated black
Slowly debuting
I put myself
Hidden in a plum blossom
Snow light after snow
Gather among the flower buds
It was like a dream
In the sleeping sky
I want enough oxygen
Mysterious and eternal travel thousands of miles away
Day after day
Carrying the dawn
Waiting for the giggles
Crisp knocking and responding
The night came up
My cotton coat is as thin as a cicada's wing
The look of a clear vein
Writing is fragile
Deep winter nights
That touch of warmth inside
Right from the ends of my hair
Close to snowflakes brings a slight glow
In the darkening night
Gather a small light
Connect with the you in your dreams
Pushing me, keep moving forward
January 22, 2022
(ii)
Snowflakes on horseback
Stained the mountains white
Let all hold back
All turn pale
Tread on the snow
The taste of the year is getting stronger and stronger
With snowflakes
There is no distance between affection and affection
In the imagination of a group of children
Snow balls bloom like flowers on your hands
The breath of the snowman
Let the cold pulse contain emotion
Sprinkled with snowflakes
Race in the land of Shenzhou
Witness a dance
Warm as sunshine
A tall poplar
Puncture the snow curtain
Look up
Proudly hold up the ballad
Be struck by a snowflake
The empty horizon is somewhat curved
Brew the snow into a glass of plum blossom wine
A vicissitude is full of blood
Snowflakes can melt into water
Turn gas into fog
But snowflakes
Absolutely will not rot
(iii)
Don't say goodbye
Gently freeze the time of tonight
Laughter filled the moonlight
Sew flowers on the brocade of the years
Cook the rain in the warmth of time
So much love is stored in honey
Previously kept secret
I folded the warmth of my palms
Resurrection in the nectar-like night
The aroma dances on the petals
Every step of the way
All with gratitude
Remember everyone's name
On a dewy flower
Revisit your memories
How long
This curtain time
moonlight
Drip into the soil nutrients
Clinging to the heel of the northwest wind
Even if the flowers bloom, I will grow old
How to remember
In order to make the cold stream silent as jade
Meditate on the leaves
Still obsessed
Ever tried
From the disassembled ribs
Look for evidence of blossoms
The tearful eye extends as a tributary in the dust
I can't tell the pain
Banish yourself with a meter of yuxiang
Keep the rush of growing up
As soon as he bowed his head, Lamei opened two more flowers
December 30, 2021
(iv)
A seal made of drum stones
The name of Drum Stone Street has always been called
From east to west From west to east
In the middle of the name are the house and the trees
Time paced back and forth
This avenue is just a symbol
Still flesh and bones separated
Still in seclusion in the heart
One day when the sun and moon shine
I heard the window
Dilapidated houses in an orderly evacuation of the sound of the footsteps
A variety of construction vehicles are shuttling around your ears
Use your eyes to make a ruler
Measure the length of the road
Tie knots with both hands
Remember the thickness of the millennium
Dirt has compacted the roadbed
Tenacity in search of Mars
A posture that builds force in a straight stand
The blood of the inheritance is spurting sweat
The city shines through the cameras
People rushed to tell each other
The road stretches where the sun rises
It's like a peacock opening the screen
From then on this street runs from west to east
Standing on the back of Mount Taishan's "mountain picker"
There is no shortage of Confucius, Li Bai, and Du Fu's pingshes
There was also the fireworks at The foot of Daizong
Carve the road builders who can't be named
The dream of these generations
There are also poems and distant places in the pen
(5)
Listen to your mother's breath late at night
We were chosen by fate
Be a loving mother and daughter
Together in a comma uneasy
Looking for the right period
I pushed the wheelchair
Snuggle up to your breath
Hug hard
Just move for those few steps
The ticking of bells on the walls
Wander the curtains at night
My body will also wake up
Somewhere cold and somewhere warm
Without saying a word
With gratitude
Go harvest the mother's heartbeat
A rollover will make me breathe strongly
With some hidden things
confrontation
Tinker with old stars
There are also thousands of lights
In all of my mother's strokes
I'm just on the sidelines
Can't save time
Only the red dust of meditation is saved
December 4, 2021
【Hou Mei Profile】:
Hou Mei, female, poet, member of China Natural Resources Writers Association, member of Shandong Writers Association, member of Shandong Prose Association: two sessions of Lu Xun Literature College Land resources writers training class students, Daiyue District Writers Association Vice Chairman and Secretary General, Dawenhe Editorial Board, Tai'an Poetry Society Vice President, Taishan Poets Editorial Director. His poetry works have been published in many newspapers and periodicals across the country, such as Oasis, Northwest Literature, Land Literature, Shandong Literature, Times Literature, Contemporary Fiction, Yanhe, and Sunshine. Published poems such as "Mei Yun Ink Shadow", "Mei Yue Four Seasons", "Mei Fei Poetry And Dance", "100 Days and 100 Songs", etc.
【Poetry】: Listen carefully to the footsteps of the years, capture the feelings flowing in the moments of life, and discover the best and most beautiful of human nature with a grateful heart, so that every soul can be respected and warmed.