tale
◎ Sub-non
In fact
1
Fall into the grass and embark on the road of being recruited
(In fact, the iron gray years.)
Sing and play, play who is like whom
Bright moon breeze, all beautiful excuses)
2
In the snow, I once traveled alone
(In fact, I rarely leave my hometown.)
But he kept traveling, looking for a heavy snowfall
A snowfall worthy of a long trip)
3
I had a particularly well-behaved dog
(In fact, dogs often have teeth on me.)
Barking wildly, I can only obey and surrender to it
After it died, I became a relic of the former dynasty)
4
The peach blossoms opened quietly, and I fell asleep
(In fact, I'm allergic to peach blossoms.)
Sleeping is to arrive at peach blossoms and fall in love
The only way for people who are allergic to me)
5
I have a knife and once killed a wolf
(In fact, I've drawn many kinds of knives.)
I wrote a lot of knives, but I couldn't get them off paper
Take it out, I'm just a sheep)
6
In the moonlight, I met a girl
(In fact, moonlight is a cover.)
Or bait, I'm the manipulator
Girl, don't meet me)
7
I caught a fish in the sun
(In fact, I was forced to the riverbank.)
Sunlight gives me shadows and lets me use it for fishing
The fish swim away, I haven't been hooked yet)
8
I once made a mask for myself
(In fact, people didn't find out.)
My mask, I didn't find either
It was perfect as I didn't wear a mask)
9
I had an insight into a butterfly of the future
(In fact, butterflies are ancient beings.)
I am an illusion, an outcast of time
Nothingness is like silk, only suitable for cocooning itself)
10
I repeatedly revised my epitaph
(In fact, I light a light in the daytime.)
Write in white on black paper and be able to speak
Only lies, flowing fang, fang)
drama
The river water, like a huge yellow-throated snake
Slip past my feet and put on the cool
Bring it from afar, bring the residual warmth to the far side
Stone shore, with a steep heart
Endure the deception and counting of the flowing water
That distant spring has not yet arrived
Metasequoia uses roots to draw running water, flowing water
But steal the shadow of Metasequoia, between them
A small piece of rotting coffin lay across it
The little boy's hand was pierced by a fish bone
The blood is dripping, the obstinate old man
I picked up a stone and sharpened my knife night and night
An eagle is hovering high in the air
The bride, surrounded by people, walked over the bridge
An untimely dog, pretending to sleep under the bridge
I have no lines and have been making cameos all my life
Always blinded by the wind and sand, overhead
A severed head hanging from a sun
Summer nights are on the spot
The street lamps are disguised as the sun, and moths rush to come
All reality will die of illusion
The leaves shook and the sound shattered
Like a group of royal forest troops rushing through the palace
Birds and finches fall out of dreams, and people fall into sleep
The dust on the road is the weight
Wild dogs crossed the streetlights, and the lights were furry
Only pain can heal the itch of the world
The tramp covered the cardboard, shining with night dew
Write down the dream on the cardboard
Sunlight is like a snake, wrapped around your neck
The fan moves its wings to seduce your red lips
The petals were rotten, and the surface of the water pretended to be calm
Your fingers, cold, like distant stories
walk
The street was a cold snake, full of snakes
Neon pattern, I am being digested by it
Brewed into a drop of walking venom
Hungry and lonely, they passed by the hunters
Brilliant square, I dare not talk to myself
Talk, afraid of being discovered by yourself
Or a well-known secret
I had to carefully step on my own shadow
I walked by the river, blood in my body
I was trying to merge inside and out
I reached out in the dark and hugged myself from behind
A frustrating rebellion was put to rest
At the alleyway, I turned to a sneaky man
Borrow the fire and take the opportunity to talk about exercise and sleep
Tonight's dark, tomorrow's weather
Until the sun pulls back the lock and releases us
sunbathe
In the early morning, he sat on a stone and basked in the sun
The shadows are long and narrow, manipulating light and shade
The stone crawled to the ground, revealing his surrender
The earth is warm and gives off an ambiguous smell
Ants, limping over the blade of the sword
The grass, timidly holding the young head
A feather, waving a soft fluff
Cigarette butts, closed lips of complaint
The tip of the sword pointed to a group of children practicing
Hunt down your own shadow and laugh
At noon, he left the smooth stone
The sword was retracted by him, and it became sharper and sharper
Zi Fei's original name was Xie Xinglin. Shaanxi Ning Qiangren, post-80s, member of Shaanxi Writers Association. His works have been published in publications such as Poetry Journal, Selected Poetry Journal, Stars, and Yangtze River, and have been selected into various anthologies and annual anthologies. Published poetry collections such as "Machi River Poetry Copy" and "Knocking Wooden Fish into Bones". He won the "Shaanxi Provincial Youth Literature Award", "Shaanxi Provincial Young Poets Award" and other awards, and was selected into the "Shaanxi Provincial Hundred Excellent Program".