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Born on January 18, 2022, initiated by Sun Xunhuan (Dust Ju), a former "Bijie Poetry Journal" rectification and freelance writer, it is a maverick literary platform dedicated to promoting the poetry and criticism of outstanding poets at home and abroad. Advocates "free exile to knowledge of objects" Adhere to the concept of "keen, diverse, abstract and abrupt".
New Year
Wen | Zhu Ziqing
One
Spring flowers bloom
Under the fiery red sun
Listen, it's the chirping of birds
They rang out in surprise
The first door of spring
White clouds came with warm thoughts
Long lost greetings
And brought us New Year's wishes
Those heavy laughter
Like father and mother's hands are written full of labor
and harvest
A glass of spirits
Full of drunken nostalgia
Got me drunk on a windward morning
Wandering wanderer
I couldn't help but step up the pace of going home
The girl I love
We haven't seen each other in a long time
It was like a slightly trembling cobweb in the old garden
Silently grew into a cocoon
While the spring breeze is still early, I want to hurry up
Ask the beloved girl
Love, yes, will come this spring
Blossom
Two
The clear wind is blowing from afar
There was the scent of a girl
With the whispers of wild lilies
Bloom in an instant
Green, lover's arm
Wrap it gently and hug you
Pluck the strings of spring
The distance of the season is so strong that it is irresistible
Like the earth breeding hope
I saw the folks, on New Year's Day
Talk about the harvest of the past
Count three hundred and sixty-five days and solar terms
Speaking of spring
Flames opened up in everyone's eyes again
At that time, corn hung in bunches
Under the eaves
Huang Chengcheng's joy
Floating all over the home, let people see the heart
Feel excited and grounded
So I thought inexplicably
One day it snowed many years ago
A family portrait taken by relatives at the door of the home
Three
Touched the first drop of dew
It is colorful
Snow and ice melt in the north
The trees in the south spit green
In the sound of ticking cars
All the way, it was a spring wedding
Happiness destined to arrive in life
Where are you going to wake up
Listen to the holy singing
Everything beautiful in front of you
Something that you can touch with your hand
Love at first sight like poetry and water
Then sweetly pregnant in the spring
But I still think of the village
A village sitting on a field
Fly in the direction of the river
Could it be the 'breeze' that keeps blowing
It drew my eye
The little sister who has just grown up
She was standing at the intersection of her home to greet her
In the posture of a spring flower
This blessed poem is dedicated to you