Poetry | Su Haiming: The Rhythm of the Heart (Group Poems)

Text/Su Haiming

The rhythm of spring

Winter snow woke up quietly

Put aside the full heartache that has been hidden for a season

In the lustful love of the sun

Transform into a shallow stream

Yawning, the grass spat out gently

A touch of greenery, in every corner

Blooming with lazy and tenacious life

The twigs of huaichun are gently breezed

Breaking the pregnancy, the rhythm of childbirth

Write full of spring vitality

The buds of the peach blossoms are shy with buds waiting to be released

Startled the dance steps of the bees courtship

Butterflies compete for vinegar sprinkled all over the road

Jialing River

From the ancient flood money gracefully

Step on the rhythm of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter

With a plain face that does not apply powder and this surging loess

Lingering pity

In your gentle warm arms

The strong body of the tracker is left to the wind to cut the lines of the knife

Unleash a rough and raw sense of force

Speak to the Mother River with a low, majestic trumpet

Inseparable love and dependence

The late return of the fishing fire frightens the ripples of your calm

Paddle-moving waves greedily chase your body

Fishing boats sing with a light harvest evening song

Thank you for your generous gift

Generation after generation of naked children choose the river to live

With a hard-working and simple heart

Use your fragrance and glycol

Pour out the beautiful green mountains and waters of this side

Bring the legend of the land of fish and rice

Grow into a harmonious day of fertility and abundance

Ten thousand rolls of the building

Standing on the banks of the Jialing River

The hazy haze of heavy fog

In the corner of the West Mountain, in the cold wind

In the wind and dust of the years passing quietly

Look down on cirrus clouds

Let the traces of vicissitudes be indulged

Drink a glass of turbid wine and sigh a little

Dip into a pool of thick ink and dance softly with nostalgic feelings

But I can't write about that jingo iron horse

The passing pride of the moment

In the mellow aroma of boiling wine, those who were once heroes

Pray for an early rebirth in samsara

The ashes of Chibi burn with the cruelty and greed of human nature

The ten thousand-scroll long axis can never be recovered

That lupine scarf little Joe's first marriage to the ancient wind

The longing of life

In the season of spring tides, the longing for life

In fact, it has already bloomed into a blooming lotus canopy

Buds waiting timidly

A beautiful encounter

The multisensing and brittle heart is shackled by reality and reason

Imprisoned into a thorny frozen rose

Opening his protective wings, Leng Yan refused one by one

Spring branches that are folded with passion

Life was originally abundant, not so heavy and complicated

Gently fade the delicate neon dress in the sun

Unleash the most primal desires

Let the passion of life be chanted into a desperate sentence

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