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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".
Spring
Wen | dragon on the sea
I buried a seed in the snow
It just slept soundly
Suddenly one day
The seed woke up
It can't wait
Pedal off the thick snow blanket
So I saw
A bright green spring grass
snow
| confused
The cold snap spawned me
I grew up in the cold
It was the cold that brewed my thoughts
My appearance is cold and sharp
Actually, I'm soft and warm
The little palm is where I look forward to blending
I put the world white
Cover all signs of dirt and dirt
I know I can't stand up to the sun
But it was my firm thought
My background is Queqiao
Please make a quick appointment
Cherish my body and mind
The sun boils hot
I've been melting away from the heat
If you come late
Please pick me up and burn the ashes
My soul
Dedicated to the earth in the form of water
And human
Wen | Luo Xue
Glutinous rice noodles floating in the sky
Sweet silk falls in the heart
This is the tangyuan of the gift of god
Chew slowly and swallow slowly
The white earth is slightly blemished
It was a mother apron
Drop the crisp
Burn a pile of fire
Cook tangyuan in Yukino
Laughter on the stones
Touched the tall snowman
Bending down and reaching out to pounce on the boiler
Bleached mother's white hair
rejuvenation
Look for the taste of the year
Wen | Shi Yong
In the year of childhood, the pig was slaughtered from the twenty-seventh day of the waxing moon
I began to look forward to the New Year, because of the people in my hometown
Most people want to kill the pigs after the year
Door to door, please eat and turn meals
After the rice is finished, the meat is cured
Go up the hill to pull firewood and burn firewood for autumn bacon
On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the farmer sent the noodles
The old people began to pick glutinous rice noodles
Also cut the window flowers with red paper
Pasting New Year paintings, pasting Spring Festivals and pasting window flowers
Families should begin to prepare staple foods for the New Year
Start preparing fresh New Year goods
Actually all fresh
It is nothing more than shallots, garlic and cabbage in the field
Turnips, there is no money to buy New Year goods
But everyone is busy
Chinese New Year's Eve, it may be the twenty-ninth of the Waxing Moon
It may also be the thirtieth of the Waxing Moon
It is the last night of the lunar year
In ancient times, the year was called the year
Therefore, the other name of the Chinese New Year's Eve has another age division
It can mean that the old age has been eliminated
The Bells of the New Year are about to ring
The New Year is just around the corner
Chinese New Year's Eve meal, it was a sumptuous dinner
Family reunion, enjoy Chinese New Year's Eve meal together
The sense of ceremony for the whole family to reunite young and old
In the hearts of the children, they all look forward to a rich New Year meal
I don't know anything about the Chinese New Year
What a gala
The only thing that accompanied us was the kerosene lamp
A wood fire that burns very vigorously
The family makes a New Year meal
A large table full of homegrown dishes
Except for one vermicelli, basically a specialty
When everything was done, firecrackers were set off
Chinese New Year's Eve meal is shared in laughter
Special cuisine
It contains the beauty of childhood
These are the years of childhood in memory
after Chinese New Year's Eve meal
The elders began to make a family routine
Father put the put put on the old money
Carefully take it out of the inner bag of your clothes
I forgot what words of blessing I said
But we are particularly happy to receive the money
No matter how poor the family is, but every year
The elders will prepare some brand new money
Send it to everyone, take the money to go to the owner and the west
Take it out from time to time
This is the year of childhood, so beautiful
Carefree and happy
At the age of the least understanding
But it is the most youthful year
This year is a casual year
It's a growing year, and we're always talking about the new year
Looking for the taste of the year, looking for childhood memories
Old house
Wen | Murong baiyi
They found the surviving brick from the collapsed ruins
The flame attached to the time yin burned black burned it old
It was the third brick at the bottom of my grandfather's kang, which contained the finger bones of my great-grandfather
When the artillery came, it also broke the great-grandfather's finger bone
In order to be able to quickly escape the blood, the phalanges were stuffed at the bottom of the kang
The war ended slowly, and the great-grandfather gave it to the flames of war and left nothing behind
Fortunately, my grandfather remembers a finger bone, but it was a famine era
Everyone was starving and dying, everyone was red-eyed, and my grandfather spared his life and the life of his great-grandfather
So there was a third brick at the bottom of the old house, and the bricks that were the same as other bricks
Years passed, and my grandfather died. Before he died, he pressed his father's hand, unable to speak, but his fingers were pointed three times to the bottom of the kang
And then the old house was abandoned, the weeds and the wind swallowed it up, it disappeared silently in time, and eventually it became soil, and it restored the earth
There are days when we don't think about the old house, we think of our grandfather, we think of our great-grandfather
Our family fled the village, wandered around the city, and loved to forget
And on this very day, all of our family met my grandfather in a dream, and he told us everything, and we followed his clues and sure enough, we found the brick in the old collapsed house
Found the memory that we are about to forget, the old house, the shake of a cluster of spring branches, smiled
I think my grandfather should have laughed too at this point
I'm with crows
Wen | Dust Colt
My conversation with the crow seemed mysterious
At dawn, he wandered into a foreign land
The sky was pierced, a little unwilling
Bound to the most desolate places in the world
The soul in the box is interspersed with breathing
In a thousand dead silences, pull out the eyeballs
Look at the most terrifying flesh, often late at night
Come out and steal my nightmare
The black crow said something on my way to a deep sleep
Unintelligible nonsense
Daylight, crows leave my life
The room of death appeared, and the black crow came
Early spring was a bit maddening, a hundred lonely souls
From cold to miserable wind
At this time, there were no crows, no moral kidnapping
There are no messy monsters