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Me and you
Like a juvenile lion encountered in the forest
Binocular cross-eye
The parts of speech are intertwined, trying to detect each other's bad tempers from the cliff
Observe the movement of night and day with your body
Like a rebellious child watching from a distance
The same kind of people, in the lanzhou tribe through the dangerous jungle
Smoke, towering high, rock-like splitting between reality and dreams
Some encounter a lot of drawbacks
Whoever acts rashly, he or she is crushed
Verbs and verb phrases in white rock patterns
02
poem
Sunset light sprayed a thin strip of paint through the window
Banish the people you like
He shook, he glowed, he followed the dusk
Drooping and aging
Such as inadvertently sliding the coffee colored rosary beads on the floor
Long hidden into the night rain
I can't tell you how salty the rain is
I tried to compare the beauty of the begonia flowers under the window
The sun, poetry, throne
We're all filling the void with words that others have used
We are all slaves to poetry
But poetry has a rare amount of oxygen, sunshine, and rain
Perhaps poetry extinguishes desire
Maybe extinguishing is not easier than igniting
03
Miss Lin on Halloween
Miss Lin is the same as the moon
Shaped by the crowds. Together, they climbed to the top of the mountain
Watch a grasshopper mistakenly enter the pumpkin core
Take a detour around the other runway with the desire to go home
A frenzied explosion of men and women occupied her jungle
Miss Lin couldn't see them clearly
They couldn't see her clearly
They are incomprehensible philosophies on both sides of the world and in the middle
Vast spaces are filled with celestial bodies and clouds
Numbers and notes are the common language
Respect each other, symbiosis
To accept that the moon began to fall into the distant mountains as white as a ruin
Learn to absorb the true meaning of life in that ruin
Only loneliness is its own
This consciousness beats persistently at the flame of the candle flame
Carrying the pumpkin lamp back she walked back like she had strayed into an untimely galaxy
Bathe in a breeze that doesn't belong to you
04
The sun remained warm
The sun remains warm after winter
The remembrance of you is too
You said you ate the stars and the moonlight
Eat your own eyes
You say there is less of a rose in your blood
You say you stay up all day.
You say, you will be at the time of death
Ride the clouds of darkness to the sunlight of the flesh.
Sure enough, in the firmament you strode away
Fluttering, the soul of 21 grams is no longer stabbed by the flesh
Outside of the world you are like a boat
Cruise between the tidal flats and the waves of the reef
You know that the memory of the human world is not long
You also know that the memory of the fish is 7 seconds
As for
How long we miss it
You don't make a sound anymore
05
Your stubble the gentle wind
An elongated tail note from a heavy metal instrument
A flute that jumps out of the symphony
Half a key descending from the blues
A fresh wisp of dawn peeled out of the night
The venom of a snake flashing from dawn
They all tend to be perfect
Tonight's Gobi is a large piano plate
Convey only your distinctness to your obscurity of your attributes
The rest of the playing was in vain
When you stand on the soft abdominal wall.
You didn't move, you didn't shave your stubble all night
The gentle wind hurt
The wind swirls and your long-awaited perfection
You are all stomping on a solid piano plate
Over the wind, over the plants, over the venom of the snake
From bright red to pale, from pale to iron red
Approach purity and the sun.
You don't care about techniques, such as speed, weight
You are not a musician, on the high Gobi
You are, the only creature that sings with breath
06
When eating strawberries
Unconsciously, there was a starry sky overhead
We walked along the dragon city fence. Juice of fresh strawberries
Staining my fingers red, I had nothing to say
"It's dusty and dusty leaping into our mouths, you talk about
Is this an ideal or an extremely painful thing?"
The rose blossoms cracked soft teeth and snickered leisurely
Your answer: "The stomach sac of a living beauty becomes a place to go."
It's a good destination. ”
It seems that this reason leaves some kind of room for you who are about to go far away
This shore and the other shore are separated by a rushing river
You see, the Sky Dome hangs across the Milky Way
We are like question marks, hanging in the middle of this turbulent May
07
Farewell
The night was too cold
Write the crimson sun in the treetops
Strips of light weave into a thick scarf
Gently rest around your neck
Rays of sunlight shine through
Warm, soft and sparkling
The night was too dark
Write the lemon yellow moon around the corner
Photons strung together into a jingle-bell silver ornament
Awkwardly wear it at your hairline
Illuminate your moon-like eyes
Winding, bottom, rounded
The night was too short
Dark brown bark, please get stuck in the brown hour hand
Stuck in this other autumn night, there are some secrets
- Our dreams are on the pendulum
About music, literature, silly can't be said
The night is too sexy
Flocks of birds flew in at dusk in the courtyard of the pavilions and trees
Stop, spin, hesitate
They refused to go away in a daze
Despite this, the dawn arrived as scheduled
We, again, hurriedly walked
Walk in the early morning of falling oil green
08
Never lose touch
Close the windows and eyes
Unseen
At the end of the night is a chaotic future
Shut up the pillows and ears
Can't hear
Beyond the world is a clear yesterday
Burst into tears in front of a cup of coffee
Can't tell
Is it too bitter or too sweet
Half-green leaves are broken on the edge of the sneakers
Can't tell
The difference between day and night
Shut up the escaped souls
Strangers
Strangely singing never to lose contact
Never lose touch, in this troubled world
09
guard
Pass through the lodgings of miscanthus through emerald green foliage and grass
The cicadas chirped in the ears, as if
Count the sounds of the Buddha beads and clear the traces of sadness
The smell of burning incense candles is melancholy and lonely
I exchanged my own burnout, embedded in that lonely depression
Ring holding ivory flowers. flower
Sprinkle a few grains of turmeric, like morning dew that resides in front of the temple
Little bit of recovery. Father
Your new grave doesn't have to sweep away the messy grass
This is the first spring after your three moves, and in the future
I will come here more and more time
Now, there is no sound of waves in the woods
We were all calm
Straight pine branches support the eternal will——
A mountain guards a tomb, and a tomb guards a surname
Author Profile/Translated by Yan Ya
Yan Ya translated, wrote poetry, wrote reviews, wrote essays, published works in literary journals such as "Green Wind", "Selected Poems", "Poetry Monthly", and authored the poetry collection "Iron Red Moonlight". He is a member of the Guizhou Provincial Writers Association and the executive editor of Poet Geography Weekly.
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