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Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

Yongqiang

I. "Spring Festival in the Almanac"

Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

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"

Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

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"

Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

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"

Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

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"

Poetry 丨 Spring Festival on the Almanac (Outer Eight)

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.

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