Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.
Che Yangao, origin: Laiyang, Shandong. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. His works include poems, essays, essays, novels, and reportage published in various newspapers and magazines. He is the author of the poetry collection "Days are The Mountains", "Waking up the Dawn", "Yearning for Warmth", "Che Yangao's Self-Selected Collection", "Inspiration Narrow Road Encounter", "Poetry Eyes SeeIng Wuhan", "Che Yangao's Selected Poems" and the prose collection "Drunken Eyes SeeIng Li Bai". The awards have been zeroed out, so always start from scratch.
Take the pulse of an ancient song
The car is high
endure
Forbearance is to bite one's lip with one's teeth
Swallow the pain
Forbearance is doomed to not shed tears in front of people
Mom said: Tears have knees
There is weight
Smashing on the ground is a pit of pain and kneeling
To learn to endure is to take responsibility
Carry the tears around
Fall, fall in no man's land
Heavy things hurt people
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The piano breaks
Do not examine the extent of the damage to the guqin
Just ask, is anyone wanting to fix it
The piano break is not only a place name of the past
It has an emphatic tone, waiting for a line of dialogue
Broken strings can be connected where they were broken
Yes, Zhiyin is dead, and there are still so many people to live
Why don't dexterous fingers exhort a rusty heart
The water flows forward, and the living should not be hurt by yesterday
Nor should a ghost make you reject someone who is alive
Tears suddenly woke up and fell from Chu Guo's eye sockets
The moon lake is full of the heaviness of the night, and the moon shadow combs the weeds
Bo Ya and Zi Zhi sat on the grave guarded by memory
The soul is clean, and the sleeves are fresh
The real symbol was flattened to dust
Cover everything
Now emptiness and existence are swords and sheaths that meet and laugh
The two hearts missed the contract and abolished the distance
The piano breaks, and your flowing water has rhymes
Tell a good story about a guqin thrown out
Listening, I know that today must be more important than yesterday
Bending over, I lifted the time up
Go to the guqin platform to pluck the strings and listen to the flowing water of the mountains
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Photo by Jiang Bohan
Orchid
The wind hummed a minor tune
Spring wiped her face with dew
Walk straight down from a wicker stick
The sake was shaken, and Orchid came out of the shop
She was beautiful, with her sideburns pinned to a cloud on the big green mountain
The green horse that Li Bai sat down did not leave
When pressing wine to persuade guests
She stepped out of the form of a line of red willows
Brilliant eyes. There are 100,000 acres of peach blossoms in bloom
Li Bai sat there
Today, he didn't drink a drop of wine
Already drunk
stonemason
Can be read from the silence of a stone
The mind of the mountain
The mason's temperament is as thick as the chiseled foundation
Get used to being buried at the bottom
They use hammers and chisels to find hardness, and the cocoon on their hands is the LOGO
Chisel out pillar piers, cornerstones, mendangs, stone lions and street stones
The man whom the stonemason valued would chisel a stele for him with bluestone
Use the weight of a mountain to carve, like carving a mountain
Someone asked a stonemason to chisel the highest monument in the world for him
The stonemason regards this person as a part of the chisel when chiseling
The stonemasons were busy all their lives and carved many monuments
But it was too late to engrave his own epitaph
When he fell
The hammer and chisel were tired and leaned against the wall
Don't talk
Salter
Look at the sea, just know
It was the salt workers who were exposed to the sun
Salt was a drop of the sun's sweat that rolled down their dark cheeks
One by one, they were salvaged from the bottom of the sea
The eyes have boiled out of the salt
If you don't cry, the tears will cry out in pain
The salt worker got used to hiding the bitter sea in his heart so that no one could see it
He stooped on his back
Above was a heavy day
It has been sewn by clouds countless times
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The wind is lazy. Sweep away the frost on the ground
The lights are extinguished at dawn
A few sleepy-eyed Chinese characters write sleepiness into the Shu Dao Difficulty
The pen was tired and panting
Sleep lying on a pen holder
A drop of ink crawled out of the west window and yawned
See how the sky leaves a blank slate for a poet's romance
The stars fade
The untalented cook smoke was a little hesitant
Like a wisp of beard asking about childhood
Naïve if toddler
Inspiration, how to walk
The golden bottle has become an antique, and there is a taste of drinking a moonlight
Li Baiduan sat in the annals of the Tang Dynasty
The hand that turns the book
Flower cake
The tip of the tongue is picky, and the taste buds have evolved to be ingenious
The funeral word is sad
It is gracefully groomed by the shadow of a hoe
Ouyang, who loves to eat flower cakes, disdains the flower heart and cultivates the rivers and rivers
Write all night, taste Lijiang flowers all night
The cake, which is thrillingly depicted by the moon
It should be a wonderful Shakespearean legacy
Windsor's merry wives are obsessed with love, and it is too late to dream
Just like the blossoming of flowers competing for the wind and jealousy
Forget the nationality, gender, forget the snowflakes do not know the flowers
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is empathetic
Let the jade butterfly deny that the high place is not cold
He also drank Pu'er, Iceland, and Dayi to the point of being fragrant
Hypoglycemia evolved into a drug for acacia
The hand had just broken open the flower cake, in mid-air
The moon wanted to cry without tears, and smiled and gritted its teeth
tangled
Several boats in disrepair ran aground on the beach
Much like you and me now, old and don't want to move
The more this happens, the more I envy the ageless sea
More often, there will be contemplation
Calm is because there have been too many unpeacefulness
It's like the waves and shoreline have been arguing endlessly
In the midst of restlessness, alive, unable to separate
For the rest of my life, I'm with you
The same is true
Love and non-love are entangled with a lifetime
Like a boat and a bitter salty sea, it is not abandoned
Away, each can only live in loneliness and death
Chibi
Stand here
It can interrupt the memory, but the river water does not need to be welded
Gong Jin loves Little Joe deeper
Descendants of the torch meet here
Treated as a stranger
How many years? Jiang Feng has been telling the story without knowing what to do
Passing boats
You can't see the scene of the burning camp
There were many people stepping on the waves across the river, believing little Joe's lips
Scarlet as blood
I just don't admit that the blood that Zhou Yu spit out can stain a vein of river water red
Years of soft heart
Serve the grass on the cliff as Zhou Lang
I'm sorry
Although the water of the river has a rhyme
On the stone wall
Those two words are still bloody
That time
At that time, a slow bullock cart accelerated the years
Sat in the car for a few days
A cow's tail beat with music, and it did not transport the Tang Dynasty to the Republic of China.
For a while, the ground surface was yellow and thin
Just take a look at the dejected crops and you'll know
The sun is strong, and the flowing water has not yet learned to open the river
At that time, the snowflakes were beautiful, and there was no power to bind the chicken
God, shake the goose feather fan
Frost's face was pale, and he dared to claim to dominate the world
At that time, male cultivators and female weavers were the days. Love is not on the lips
When great trouble comes, take a way to live
Let the person you love go first, and cut yourself off later
For a while, the dewdrops were just teardrops of the moon
The snow-capped mountains were touched by the sun, and the wind threw a whip
On the tip of the grass, you can graze a herd of cattle and sheep
For a while, the killing, was a flower of blood blooming and trembling
Let death sing the praises of bravery
The ultimate battle is to let the god of death calm the conquest
For a while, the mind was the bodhisattva of every life
Go to the Zen monastery to practice asceticism and be your own god
Divine powers, also known as convenient multi-doors
At that time, Dao Gao Yizhang was a mantra, not the courage of blood and blood
Ma Ge shrouded the body, only a dead soldier
Let the devil put down the butcher's knife before he becomes a Buddha
At that time, the mountain was called the dragon vein, which was a vein of feng shui under the ancestral plate.
For foresight
Digging a mountain is equivalent to digging up your own ancestral grave
For a while, integrity grew into the bones of the students
Jian'an wind bone is higher than the Big Wild Goose Pagoda
Let the bones bend their waists, call it flattery, let the integrity stand, call it proud bones.
At that time, the Yellow River was young. Rub a rope with the power of heaven and earth
Shorter than time, longer than history
One end is tied to the ancient, and the other is tied to the present
At that time, the foot strength was exhausted by the horseshoe and the camel bell
The road is stepped out of suffering
Some people live and go into the cemetery, some people die, and they go into qingshi
At that time, a bean fire was short, and the night was long
Turned over bamboo Jane's hand to go to the front of the archaeology
Poor and poor, I can't get enough of a light in my eyes
At that time, the saint was as golden as gold, and only then did he have a word
Tang poems and Song poems led the way, and a storyteller sang
The Emperor Jinkou, the poet Yuyan
Only then did he dare to walk in heaven with wings
The south ship and the north horse caught up with the snail walk
But I don't know the Antarctic and the North Pole, nor do I know the Eastern Hemisphere and the Western Hemisphere
At that time, inspiration had not yet been born
Imagination brews verses into wine
Asking Qingtian about the wine is Su Shi, sighing when the moon is there