Night Rain 丨 Joba: Aesthetic Assertions about Distance (Group Poems)

Aesthetic assertions about distance

(Group poems)

Joba

You look at me from afar

Booked a room at a nearby hotel

Years later, face to face, it was a bit restrained

The lights were clearly out of place

The last half glass of red wine was held in my hand

It was not done for a long time

Eyes flickered and hesitated

You can't even look each other in the eye

What's going on in our hearts, we know...

The years have long passed

Youth is a topic that is too old

You don't dare to mention it, and I don't dare

None of the stories you tell have anything to do with me

But it's all about love

You're trying to say that a person shouldn't live without love

Or do you want to say that I shouldn't be without you in my life?

Years later, you came from far away

But it is definitely said that this is just a tour

You contacted me just to have an acquaintance as a tour guide

So as not to get lost in unfamiliar places

You're going back at the end of the journey

Are you sure you can go back to your old self?

July fire

July is on fire, and the stars are restless

Accidentally fell the star of the sky street

Become a shooting star...

July nights are meaningful

The stars are stirring. Love is stirring

Confirming a being, confirming that our hearts are alive

And before that, no one was sure

Just as meteors are not sure once they burn up

It can emit such a dazzling light

If you want to see shooting stars

It is better to come to the coast of the south country, or the island

Preferably on a certain day in July

Flower season

Some flowers are destined to bloom late, such as chrysanthemums

Miss the spring season, and the rainy summer

The branches of the Nine Days transform into boundless streams

Let the East Hedge become the most beautiful scenery, there is no one

The frosted chrysanthemum is the most beautiful, and there is no one

The most beautiful woman does not have one

Only one. I believe that beauty has nothing to do with the seasons

Like your name, it has nothing to do with literal meaning

Even if it is called in the heart, it can only be gently

I was afraid my voice was too hot

Burn your delicate veins and soft buds

Some flowers bloom a little late, but the season is just right

After all, the heat has passed, and the frost and dew are still thin

Winter is still far away

Polaris in the opposite direction

What color is your summer night there?

Looking up at the sky, the galaxy flows

Can you hear the sound of babbling water?

Believe it or not, the Big Dipper is one of the strings of notes

I was in the south, in the opposite direction of the North Star

The South China Sea is sparkling

Fishing boats anchor in the harbor, and the white moon rises on the sea

Wait until it's a little deeper at night

The fisherman girl and the coral will have the same dream

At this moment, your plateau must also be full of stars

What color is the summer night there?

Everything you see and your mind can see

How beautiful it was—fireflies flew by the window

Frogs and insects chirp and roll, and the harmony is just right

The temperature and humidity are just right

The rice paddies stretch endlessly, and the seedlings are pumping

Reminiscent of the aroma of rice in autumn

At the moment, in the opposite direction of the North Star

There is a constellation over the South China Sea

Much like a big question mark, ask you

Are you thinking of me too...

Is it better to be farther away from you, or is it better to be closer?

Tonight the stars are shining brightly, and there is a legend so beautiful

Light years are also constantly in the air

You say they're far away, or are they close?

Do you say we're far away, or are we close?

In fact, seeing you and not seeing you are the same

I had to choose some days to think about you

I think you roll up the beaded curtain in Xiao Du's poem

Sit and watch the night of the sky, and the flow of fireflies flying over the picture screen (Note)

Do you say that you are thinking of suffering, or is it that the mind is suffering without thinking about it?

On both sides of the Tianhe River, how lucky the lovers were

At least every tanabata can be relatively gazed at

Should I be closer to you, or farther away?

What kind of arrangement is the heavens for my birth?

It is better that you live in the Tang Dynasty, just open the books

The autumn light of your silver candle shines through

The same thoughts in different time and space

Thoughts are the closest distance because

I can think of you all the time

The farthest distance is between you and me

Farther than the Tang Dynasty...

(Note) Tang Dumu's "Autumn Sunset"

Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light luo small fan fluttering firefly;

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Leave blank

This life is like an ink painting, leaving too much white space

When I met you, I understood the deep meaning of this composition

You are like a touch of danqing

Immerse yourself in a deep and shallow mood

Vicissitudes and pure fate blend – soul blending

It is inseparable from who is who

This ink painting of my life is a little rougher on paper

It is jagged with your gentle and delicate brushstrokes

Now that we met, you should add a few strokes

It doesn't matter what you draw, for example

The weeping poplar that spits out buds after the first spring rain

The clouds of summer, the chrysanthemums of frost after autumn

Draw a few branches of bamboo (bamboo forest side

There are cabins with you and me sheltered from the wind and rain)

Or draw an orchid

Let the whole picture be soaked in your sweet breath

You can work with a pen, you can draw in white

You can also splash ink dripping, or dry pen flying white

The blood that declares love refuses to dry up...

I wish my blanks in this life were all yours

Please do as you wish

Maybe you are destined to be a touch of Danqing in the next life

I can't fill this ink in my life. so

Leave the blank space like this, leave it

Afterlife...

Ninety-nine karma

The boat goes by leisurely paddling past

On the other shore is the green willow bank

A small remnant moon hangs from the treetops

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they will eventually let go

The transition to the same ship is a hopeless luxury

That requires a hundred lifetimes of karma

You and I have only practiced for ninety-nine lifetimes

The one owed is this life

Meeting you is predestined by cause and effect

The sins of this world must be brought to an end in this world

Obsessive acacia must be a demon in the heart

I don't want to bear you

There is always someone who crosses the waves first

Don't go far when you get to the other shore

Waiting for another ship, another man

In the afterlife, you can be in the same boat through storms

Our cause is only ninety-nine lifetimes

So, in this life I have to meet you...

(About author:Joba, male, born in May 1965, from Fenggang County, Guizhou Province.) At the age of 16, he was admitted to the journalism department of Chinese University, and published his first novel at the age of 17. His works have been published in various newspapers and magazines. He currently works for a central media. ）