Star of the Week
Little snowman
He is a member of the Hangzhou Writers Association and selected as the "New Lotus Program Talent Pool" in Zhejiang Province. He was nominated for the 5th Chinese Poetry Discovery Award. The second contracted writer of China Poetry Network. Some poems have been published in Poetry Journal, Green Wind, Chinese Poetry, etc.
White Porcupine (Outer Five Songs)
Reader: Shi Lijuan, anchor of the "Xiaomei Recitation" column of Xinhua Net, the audio of this column is produced by Xiaomei Reading Studio.
1
Snow white.
With late at night,
Fall on the bottom of the transparent glass
In the form of fragments, calm
Sweet, light and flat.
2
Parasite of pine root. deep buried soil,
Chitose Matsuri cultivates the form of a bird.
About the gaze of the night,
A branch of lotus broke through the silt and broke the surface of the water.
3
Brothers with the mountains: Yam, Bai Zhi
Pull out the white spirit,
Or also invisible wings.
In that silence, there were butterflies in the chrysalis
Flutter slightly in a drop of water
Or there's another poem flowing through it
4
Sisters with goji berries red hearts,
Mutual support
It can be of the same origin as medicine and food, and penetrate deep into the meridians
Go deep into three o'clock in the morning and whisper
Under the dim starry sky, those who seek to drink
elk
Red Moon
Behind the hidden door, on the laundry board in the dark
She rubbed the denim fabric white
Moonlit feathers fly outside the window, and sometimes pear blossoms jump on the branches
Sometimes it is the white dew on the blades of grass, or the tip of the toes skimming the ice
Occasionally, flushing can also overflow
For example, he led her around the corner and hurdles on the runway
It is orange, apple, or exploded pomegranate red
Blooming rose red, or poppy red
She swallowed a red moon and reared it in the jungle
Rushing beasts
The soul extends beyond time
When I woke up, it was autumn
It was drizzling outside the window
In the distance, a man waved in a wheat field
Sparrows fly low
I'm not in a hurry to reminisce
Recall whether you met Zhuang Zhou in your dream
Meet the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream
Or Dapeng spread its wings
The September rain was a little chilly
Reach out your finger to touch or hold in the palm of your hand
It should be better than drifting snow
Warm up
fence
Wu Changshuo of the late Qing Dynasty was on the parabola of Shi Guwen
Fly a kite. The horses that have been running on their legs
Kneeling in the stables of the Han, Tang, and Song Confucians
He waved his pen and ink, one by one
Hooves run, dusty
Deer elk antlers, plum blossoms in full bloom
The gentleman draws a bow and shoots arrows
When he turned the pen, the flying white left in the air
Came a stack of nudes descending the stairs
When I wake up on a summer night, I often hear the horses
Kick in the stars
Today, just like every day
Morandi, an afternoon through the small town of Bologna
The church bell, just past two o'clock.
Throughout the morning, he painted several bottles on canvas
There is a fashion full of color paint
Sometimes it's empty
Yi yi was almost the protagonist of his life
He painted the stillness of the blossoms at the mouth of the porcelain bottle
More than yesterday, he cut again...
Sunlight passes through the window of the studio, casting a momentary shadow on the gray canvas
One by one, sometimes it was wood, sometimes it was snow
twilight
I left Paris again with Gauguin,
A desert island that moved to the Pacific Ocean, Punaauia
Coconut leaves are stacked on top of bamboo huts to act as roofs
The rabbit lies at its feet, its long ears folded behind its ears
The mangoes on the white porcelain plate are ripe. Glass owned
A narrow stretch of water, just enough for green tea to stretch and run aground
Sunlight leaked from the roof and through the tea
Turning the corner in 1895, the entire primary color system under the precipitation was dusk.
The brush is idle in the hand, doing nothing...
Reviews for this issue:
Lu Jing
The white cocoon fell to the bottom of the cup with the late night, and it shook my ear pinna. For a moment, it made me want to change the design of heaven and earth, let the butterflies put on armor, and annotate the world in the caravanserai hut, while I, the little snowman, and the little figure that appeared on the path of the poem, flew slowly in mid-air, year after year, bypassing the Thousand Heavy Mountains, all the way into the dirt, burrowing into the roots, turning into a grain of dust in the dark night, still flying.
In the middle of the ice forest is this body.
Beautiful and perishable things, persistently presented in the little snowman's pen, porcelain, glass, snow and different states of rain, fog, white shards and so on. For example, "He painted the stillness of the blossoming flowers at the mouth of the porcelain bottle, and compared with yesterday, he cut it again..." ("Today, as usual every day") "The mango on the white porcelain plate is ripe" ("Dusk") and other poems, mention porcelain many times. A bright red goji berry protruded from the white cocoon, yam and white root that "drew out the white essence", and the fiery heat, piety and purity of the bone marrow became more and more like flames. In particular, she writes about reflections of porcelain. "Or there is another poem flowing in it", poet, heart of heaven and earth. The introduction of poetry, the illusion of beauty, the spiritual ripples of water, the dance of the soul that penetrates time and space, is swirling and endless.
The author is deeply influenced by traditional culture. Yesterday I passed by a certain garden, close to the beauty of a cornice flying "like a bird, like a bird flying", looking at the ripples of the water in the distance, the reflection is deep, the green smoke on it is hazy, the sky is shaking, tonight reading poetry, I don't feel that I remember it. Concise, atmospheric, virtual reality, wandering in the table of the liuhe, under the careful tempering, with clean language, leaking the vitality of the universal iris flying fish leap, condensing the deep artistic conception, the blank space splashed by pen and ink, giving the reader a vast reverie space.
The poem has a strong sense of picture. Another example is "Wu Changshuo in the late Qing Dynasty flying kites on the parabola of Shiguwen", "Morandi, through the afternoon of The Town of Bologna", "I followEd Gauguin and left Paris again", etc., involving the career of the painter and art works, from which he also conveyed the purpose of his life.
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