Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.
Chen Zhiyun, Guangdong Electric White, male, Han ethnicity, born in 1963, graduated from the Law Department of Peking University in July 1984. He currently lives in Foshan and Zhaoqing, Guangdong. His works have been published in "Flower City", "Everyone", "People's Literature", "Shanghai Literature", "October", "Writer", "Poetry Journal", "Poetry Monthly", "Mountain Flower" and other journals. He has published a collection of poems, "The Three Leaves of Yanyuan Garden" (co-authored), "In the Place Where the River Disappears", "Thirty-three Poems and Two Interpretations of Chen Zhiyun" (co-authored), "Dreams: The Ineffable Shore", "The Flame of the Waves under the Moonlight", and "Before Dusk". He won the 9th October Literary poetry award.
Certainty of things
Chen Zhiyun
Tonight there is no rain, sit and listen to the rain
"Rain is the prophecy of the world, within reach"
— The New Fourteen Elements: Past lives and present lives, chapter 2, ninth song
In the depths of the night, the rhythm of everything is rhythmic and the silence rises and falls
Slowly, slowly. Sit cross-legged
The mind is like an entangled tree, intertwined with meditative tentacles
Every leaf, in a toppling posture, longs for rain
A rain of death struck by the rising of flames of light
Vast, open, cheerful, and cold
Invisible images, only through the texture of light
Release the anxiety of survival. Falling points of light
Break through the reverberations of the earth and enter the veins and rhizomes of love and sorrow
Pour out the clarity of life into the water
The surface of the water is like rice paper, splashed with ink
Write prophecies that you have repeatedly missed:
"What else can be better than a crushing rain."
Let the world shatter into glass, make everything one? ”
The sound in the body is more accurate than on a rainy night
With the wings of trying to speak, retreat to the solemnity hanging in the darkness
And lightness, rejecting the signs of a warm winter
Suddenly, it burned coldly
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Tea Horse Trail
"The horse's back is to survive", when taking over the reins of the horse
I didn't ignore the hand that held the horse: the protruding green tendons
It's like an ancient road, hidden in the dark land
Up the slope, faintly glowing
"Then there are mountains, mountains connected like teeth
Between the teeth, you will only hear the echo of the horse's hooves. ”
Maybe it's not the first time I've learned to ride in the mountains
Corresponding to a certain dynasty, our people are good at riding, especially the fine arrow method
Strategize, open the bow, aim: Oh, within the range of history
A tough man appeared
After dying a thousand times, he would die again as scheduled
But the knife-splitting scar on his face is the heaviest stroke of the word
Pulling at the brim of his diagonal hat
His horses are strong and his horses are strong
The killing was just a spark on a cigarette stick
They chew on the words in their mouths
The sweet and sour and bittersweet are faded
It smells of a woman kissing goodbye
The light and shadow of the pear and spruce leaking
Inject the soil beneath you, such as water, to give birth to the seeds of love and death
Grow into a skilled riding and knife technique
Their heads were tied to the bridles of the horses
It is tied to a distant dream
An arrow was fired, and the moment I fell, I saw only that
High white clouds on top of tall spruce trees, high white clouds on high blue skies
Photo by Chen Zhiyun
Kanas River
Snow and water chased all the way, nothing more than Kanas's reluctance
The extension of the river bank always cannot withstand the speed of the rapid rotation of the wheels
The car is walking. The view from the opposite shore blooms. Go to the other side
It can only be a wish. The car is walking
Pick the silhouette of a bird in the air and give yourself wings
Fly in the swaying of birch trees and five-leaf pine. The body is completely open
The car didn't stop. The sound of horses' hooves on the other side came. Go to the other side
It can only be a longing. The car didn't stop
Or hide in a drop of water and follow the roots deep into the core of the landscape
Walk towards the veins and scales, half dreaming and half awake, and kissing with the sunlight
The car continued to walk. Butterflies fly on the other side. Go to the other side
It can only be a luxury. The car continued to walk
Finally dreaming that he is an insect, like a student who has lost in the shadow of a fox
Blow the breath of the grass into a flute and use a melodious look forward to the next life
The car went farther and farther. The afterscent of the opposite shore is faint. Go to the other side
It's a permanent regret. The car went farther and farther
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Time
It always feels like standing on a cliff, lonely
Even his own shadow could not be retained
With petal-like fingers
Lead the many disoriented rivers
But it has been lost in the river
Wind on all sides must be the norm
Overlooked like an eagle
And no eagle wings
Stick the silhouette of the wind and moon on the glass
Let the windows of a lifetime be closed and feel the sorrow of the rain
There is no way to tell whose voice is drifting away
Before the final moment comes
A painstaking heart, still unable to pass through the plot of a book
How I wish I had heard a word from the dark core
"Being alive is a burden
And death makes the burden heavier."
Warm and sparkling with flames
Ignite the tears that flowed alone
Then lock yourself deep in a flower
Flowers, blooms or withers
Cup or hand: a presence or absence
Last night, it must have been in a dream
The cup I drank from was broken
It was a crystal glass
By a hand as warm as jade
Break in the grip
Flickering fragments, scattered all over the ground
The water in the cup, sprinkled all over the ground
I saw me like a three-year-old
Weep over the loss of our beloved cup
The broken cup can never be brought back
The water that moisturizes me can never be brought back
And the white hand kept coming together
Like a white swan
Cruise the water
Until it was shredded by those stars
Keep scratching
Until the blood doesn't stop
Until all the blood dripped down my heart
Early in the morning, I woke up
The cup was as good as ever
The water in the cup is also as complete as ever
But that hand no longer exists
I took a glass of water
Faintly smelled the blood of swans
If you think of my cup as Swan Lake
I just want to wait for the return of the swan
Even if the cup is broken again
Even if the water dries up again
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flood
Flooding. You open your chest and the rapids are injected
Blood vessels become rivers
No one dug deep into what was drowned out
The stillness of the entanglement of water weeds. It's frighteningly quiet
You occasionally listen to the flames in the water
Like listening to the fish of April
Oh, and it's April! April fish travel through the body
Like a needle running through cloth
Or pain travels through the cells
Before the levee, the fish were peaceful
You are also peaceful. Peace built by the collapse of a lifetime
Love stops at the peak of the flood, hate stops at the flow of blood
"The nature of things lies in their certainty,"
When you say this, the wind and dust are servants, and a gust of wind is freed
Pounce in my arms. The face is so precise that the fluff at the corner of the mouth is clearly visible
Even the rhythm of the heartbeat is determined. But who can hold on to a gust of wind?
Where I turned, I was in the empty meadow
Pick up a leaf like pinching an imaginary thread
Fictional figures cannot be touched
In fact, the form does not need to be imaginary, and the form is even less needed
When you come, you always follow the veins of the leaves and walk into my veins
Every drop of blood is your form
It's like you shot my form from every wine glass
Of course, wine glasses can be non-existent
Just as the night does not exist, even you, or mine, does not exist
Alcohol is a herd of scaly fish
An illusion that wanders between words and words
"No illusion", you raise your mouth, your eyes cunning and determined:
"The nature of things lies in the absence of the certainty of illusions!"
Deep sleeplessness
Deep sleeplessness, only for the poetry that fades away
At three o'clock in the morning, the pain was like a silent flower
Open inside the stone. Listen to some of the wounds
It is more certain than witnessing the cold of a sword
To be alive is always a tear
Death is nothing more than a pool of blood
What bones are there in such an era
Can you carve your own statue?
At night, paint the words a little color
Loneliness is darkness
Love, as the root of the word, is a twisted flame
Extinguish, or burn all collocation words
There were no more utensils to hold the ashes
Only the flowers of pain, through the festering stones
Open at such moments
Become a still life and be copied every night
Sunflowers in the middle of summer
In July, in Kuizhuang, Panyu, Guangzhou
Millions of sunflowers bloom in unison toward the scorching sun
They are thrillingly warm
Every petal
They all vigorously displayed the flames in their bones
It seems to be sweating the sun
Refined into gold
In my opinion, these sunflowers
It's like a patient who was born in a certain era
Uniformly locked in the yard
With unbridled attachment
Ignite the imaginary sky
Some had their heads cut off
But it has nothing to do with Van Gogh's severed ears
A night without sun
We are long away from the Aoi Village in the middle of summer
Dried melon seeds dug out of the heart of the sunflower
It was casually sniffed
We chatted and thought about some distant past
Sometimes it's slightly sad
Sometimes it's funny
Hide in a word
Tonight, hide in a word
There alone, insomnia, thinking about something for no reason
There you watch things, get the process
Put your shoes on the moon and make the way clear and transparent
Corresponds to the deep darkness in the body
Turn the pronunciation into bird language, and the teeth grow wings
Bite a stream of water, eat the fragrance of flowers on both sides
If you are not finished, keep your eyes on them like dewdrops
Reflect the other on the tip of the grass
This appendage of suffering is instantly illuminated by purity
Halos drag the essence of life
Reach the depths of chaos that no one else can reach
Or, simply take off the skin bag into a black suit
Take off a lifetime of long sighs
Bone is also a word that obscures the back from the language
Enter another word
There meditate, face the wall, hold on