Free Banishment To know
Just because of the poetry selection
NO.01
Rain
After the heart is wet by a rain, spring comes
What kind of new shoes do you have to change into to keep you
All over the place was black dirt
A grass tip with dew is your tearful hand
In the rain, silence weighed down on my head
But I like to put my hand in my pocket
I like to figure out the pulse of this spring dance
The rain splashed with loneliness
Rain, washed away the wrong umbrella
NO.02
The rain came, like a fire for Lin Gong to smoke smoking
Green grass, green branches
I changed into a single suit and thought about picking some
Spring mushrooms are today's meals
Then release the newborn Lamb to know this beautiful world
And invite them to rejoice and celebrate this season of freedom
It's like we love life
Alive, that happy poem
But I must admit it
My big rough hands are a craftsman
It has a sharp pair of scissors
But I am also a good hand, feeding the sheep through the winter hair
Place them on the alfalfa mound in front of the door
The mounds are not long, and the green mud is very hard
Children standing next to each other with old sweet potatoes
Then let's start with the enthusiasm in our hearts from the spring
NO.03
Moonlight
When the moonlight was weeping, I had many fantasies
Shelter the clouds
On the contrary, it is easier to make time pass more slowly
A basket of peanuts in the town, the rats remembered
It only made me more sad
It was as if the earth was sinking in a little bit, toward 12 o'clock
I love snowy days, like I can see
The lama is a brownish red single dress
Instead, the sound of their mouths creaking in my ear hit each other
Why am I indifferent
I walked on the pond outside the door, leaving footprints all the way
Like peanuts being peeled off the shell
The tears of the cold moonlight were easily crushed by my efforts
In this way, time passes much more transparently
NO.04
Look at the snow
If you are attracted by the charm of a snowy snow in the middle of the night
It was as if the starry sky had been moved to earth
Then please forget her original appearance and love her
To lie down, to learn to breathe hope
If we lie down and get wrinkled by the clothes in the mood
Like those lambs that were fenced up in the distance
Then please don't ignore it
Somewhere bitter dirt stuck to the gray sweater collar
Suppose, we could talk to this piece of snow
Meet in the next winter of art
A night in a foreign land
Oh, it's like a night at sea
It was as if the starry sky had returned to the town
You didn't speak, your silhouette was burned here
NO.05
Human
In winter, step on the quilt tree and a pair of footprints...
Hide a bunch of grapes so deep
But life is everywhere, I call it the human world
At that time, weeds sheltered from the cold in the reed gap
Seeds are not far away either
Speaking of sunshine
It was as if I were kneeling quietly as if in front of a shrine
At that time, my wool boots were worn for a long time
Wrap around the ankles
Can go a long way
Driving a lot of sheep, like the promise of snow from afar
At that time, the sky was also white, leaving a field of dung eggs
I shoveled it up with a satchel
I can't remember the wind that blows my bones
At the end of the evening
Like carrying the happiness of the ground, it flattened the pit that climbed up
About the author:Jiqiang Li,
The pen name is because; Xinjiang Wu
Rumuqi people, post-95,
Works scattered in the Poetry Journal
"Green Wind", "Chinese Poet", "Ili River", "Hui Literature", etc.