Yongqiang
I. "Spring Festival in the Almanac"
White expanse of heavy snow
Around the Chinese lunar calendar
I opened the movable type arrangement time
Visit from a corner of the red paper
Send the blessing messages one by one
See so much in the past
So much for the future
A lot of luck was found
It lives on the back of the old imperial calendar
Understand that yesterday was never extinguished
Tomorrow comes every day
Never be absent today
Slipped snow flakes in a dream last night
On a fluttering runway
This morning approached the abyss of reality covered by 360 snowflakes
The emaciated almanac is doomed
Lots of starting points are bouncing around
The lead of a firecracker is revealed
Little year in the north and south
The difference is one day
I don't know what the point is
Under the sky of the same Chinese lunar calendar
I just feel like I'm living like a year
I am the lover of the north and the child of the north
It's not just the pandemic divide
Let the thoughts be isolated
Two footsteps of the Spring Festival
There are greater and greater distances
Someday
Before and after arrival times
Uncover the belated truth
Me and you
It will eventually be synchronized in a spring from the heart
(Written on the morning of January 25, 2022, the northern lunar new year and the second day of the southern lunar year.) )
II. "The Complete Record of Snowy Days"
Snow wings swept by
Sprinkle a string of footnotes
Snow is a reflection of the sky
Embedded in the heartbeat of the earth
The snow fell heavily
No negotiable and teaser
Landed in the direction I had been looking for
I struggled to breathe
Think in warmth
Snow is pouring down
Dead leaves sweeping the road
A wind blew snow suddenly
Some sentient beings are withering away
I decided to give up wandering
Snowflakes fall down the homeland
Dive into the white expanse
The big climate has upended the bleak times
(Originally written on January 24, 2022)
III. "A Flower Blooms Over The Hometown"
Through a heavy fog
Extraordinarily eye-catching
The flowers bloomed
The sound resounded in the corner of the hometown
Same time and minute
It was dawn
It is the flowers that open the dawn first
Or dawn first illuminated the flowers
Follow a trail
Contemplate the mystery
Look at the flowers in the fog
I must think of the hands of the two flowers
Cultivating hands
The hidden hand bloomed in the fanghua
Many years later
Everyone will remember this flower and this fog
On the land of the spiritual homeland
Some of the experiences of flowers falling and blossoming
It's like I'll always remember your spring-like face
Always sprinkled with sunshine
Remember the past, present, and future
In your deep pool washed by the rain
Always full of worry about my eyes
I'm just like you
The way to fish the moon in water
Accidentally harvested the warmth of the garden
Let the flowers bloom in the morning
Spread out all over my world
And stretch to your side
(Written on the morning of January 19, 2022)
IV. "Shadow"
How many years
and followers and followers
together
When there is light
I saw myself standing in the sun
Sometimes I can't see it
For example, the sun is in the sky
For example, a leaf blind
Also still straight waist plate
When there is no light
I saw myself flowing back from afar
Darkness soaked the body
Darkness carries the heart
I started lying flat
Where the sun can't walk
When the light can't turn
The shadow stranded in the sea of hearts
I'm the only one who knows
It's undulating and galloping
The shadow made me aware
Alive around
Changes and conditions that occur
I participated in looking down at the traces of the sun
I looked up at myself alone
Shadows in the sun
Inside the darkness
A follower of the sun
Own stalker
(Written on the morning of January 12, 2022)
V. "The Flame of the New Year"
In China, the New Year has arrived one after another
The lunar calendar is called the Waxing Moon
Spring in the solar calendar
Must adapt to long cold soaks
A spring
with another spring
There is also a slow distance
It's like my footsteps
One after the other
Follow the vines
Remove past frost and dead leaves
Above the melon rack the strips are broken down
Observe some undesirable results
The veins of time are as dense as a cobweb
A year through the stars moon sun
Count some dust
Travel through the sky in Douda
Glow or bloom
Disillusioned fireworks reflect the wind and rain
I look up to spring 365 times
Reminisce about the miracles that once marveled
Discover the starlight hidden in time
The sunlight that disappears from perception
The flame of anticipation is like a flower blossoming
Placed in the sky of regularity and mystery
The future has not yet come
The unknown, which is larger than known, is on the move
The lunar calendar is intertwined
Yin and yang accumulate in footprints
A breath rose in the air
A plan of spring thunder awakens the nightmare
The flames of spring start from the soles of my feet
Whether you pay attention or not
It's all blooming in another New Year
Some bloom with plum blossoms
Some are thankful with snowflakes
Colorful in the dark of night
Xie threw his voice in the sun
The flame of spring
In the footprints
Brightly lit
(Written on the morning of January 7, 2022)
6. Mutual Understanding
In every wave
Both have peaks and troughs of distance
You can't see it
Just because the distance is too far
You see the crests and troughs
Too far away from others
I watch the sea and listen to the waves
Didn't sleep last night
Probably understood
How many ups and downs of the story
How many ups and downs of life
Occurs at close range
(Written on the morning of December 29, 2021, Nanshan Temple)
VII. "Passing Through the Hometown Above the Snowflakes"
The clouds of a foreign land stop in my hometown for a while
At the moment it's shoulder to shoulder with snow
Snow also falls from the clouds
I followed the wings of the snowflakes and looked down from the cloud tops
They are in pure quiet homes
Sleep in each other's arms
The same skin color does not distinguish between each other
I know what's hidden in the white
Who covers whom
My gaze
Keep going
Between snowflakes and clouds
Multi-line forked footprints of the past
The overlapping landscapes are covered with veins of the same landscape
Topographic map in white
Surging with the direction of life
Walk along the seasons
Appreciate the thickness of your hometown
Enters the retina
Landing in the Mind
Discover multiple past selves
Accompany yourself as you move forward
One of them is himself
Coming from the clouds
Step on the snow and go
Navigate yourself in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters
In the white expanse
Nothing can be seen
I have left my hometown
I didn't know where I was for a while
(Written on December 28, 2021, from Beijing to Sanya, passing through Hunan after snow.) )
VIII. "No Tear Is Sweet"
Smile on your face every moment
More often than not, I cry in my eyes
In front of the law
There is no regularity in joy and sorrow
You see me like a rain of tears
Always passing by a smiling face
Tears fall when there is joy
More often than not, we cry because of pain
I licked
Always bitter and salty
Tears of happiness
The same is true
I'm sure not a single drop is sweet
My eyes are for tears
Whatever it sees
(Written on the morning of December 25, 2021)
9. "Longing for the New Year"
On the same earth
I breathe the air you've breathed
Touched each other's heartbeats
Under the same sun
I see the scenery you've seen
Constitute the footprint of peers
The same pain
Same yearning for the distance
The same constantly blows away the wind and dust
The same did not get a little ease
Chase the scenery of the sun
Integrate spontaneous breathing into the heartbeat
For the Word of Peace for One Another
And do your best
(Originally written on December 24, 2021)
【About the Author】
Yong Qiang, pen name townsman, famous poet, professor, doctoral supervisor. Hunan Ningxiang coal dam He Shiqiao people.
He is the author of more than ten personal monographs such as "Process" (published by Writers Publishing House) and "Home in the Hometown of the Soul" (published by Hunan University Press). His poetic style is both flexible and thick and handsome, with profound philosophical thoughts, with a long interest, walking with the times and being loved by readers.