Shaodong Shehu Mountain. Photo: Bangs
◎ In Beijing, it is necessary to give tasks to teenagers
Li Chunlong
For business, take the subway to Daxing Airport
Fear of oversleeping
The night before he had told Lee especially
A teenager in Shao Dong's second year of junior high school
Get up on time at six in the morning
Wake up the middle-aged man with a phone watch
Then wash up together and go out the door while walking and eating and stepping on the march
Simple communication over two phones
A task with no objection was successfully completed
A 14-year-old and somewhat rebellious teenager
Wake up a 44-year-old middle-aged man who is wandering outside as promised
It also woke up a small southern county town and a northern metropolis
Let the two dawns above zero and below zero
It has a near-perfect same-frequency resonance
Li Chunlong, a native of Shaodong, Hunan. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice president of the Hunan Poetry Society, and currently the chairman of the Shaodong Municipal Federation of Literature. He is not only making a biography for his Daxing village, but also undertaking the mission of preserving the poetry of the countryside. He is the author of the poetry collection "I Divide the World into Villages and Outside the Villages" and "Although Daxing Village Will Forget Me", etc.
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◎Rice barrel
Fan Chaoyang
Yesterday Yunlin Temple. The sticker on the incense case
It is made of old rice barrels, and it is old
Elderly grandmother, who was in the bamboo attic at that time. Next door
Borrow rice again. I'm still young. Tiptoe up to see
Every grain of white rice in the rice barrel, leaning back on the clean face
Take the mission and go to the world
Not smoothed. Grandma used a palm with a bamboo and wood grain
Give the white rice in the rice barrel with a sharp tip, and the top of the mat
Fan Chaoyang is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Hunan Writers Association, and the president of the Shaodong Poetry Society. Occasionally, his works have been published in various journals such as Poetry Journal, Xingxing, Poetry Tide, Beijing Literature, Grassland Literature, Shanxi Literature, Poetry Monthly, Creation and Criticism, Hunan Literature, and Xinghuo.
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◎ Ancient cloud written on the shrine
Bell Stone Mountain
Back to the countryside
Turn off the air conditioners, cell phones, and glitz of the city
Swallows cling to mud
Rice wine grunts from glass to glass...
Watch as the swimming hair is small and pushes the waves layer by layer into the distance
Watch the evening wind and bring the elderly osmanthus tree
It's covered in chaff and chaff
You can also flip through a lot of old accounts
Like lost childhood
For example, the homely things that are not finished on the platform
For example, the creaky and shiny wooden door latch of the old hall house
and the clouds of the ancients carved into the shrine
Zhong Shishan, a native of Shaodong, Hunan. Writer, poet, photographer. His works have appeared in People's Daily, Yangcheng Evening News, Farmers Daily, Hunan Daily, Hunan Literature, Grassland, Poetry Tide, Poetry Monthly, etc.
Shaodong Dayun Mountain. Photo: Bangs
◎ Spring League
Tang Zhiping
Left by the ancestors
The tradition of shining lintels cannot be lost
The square characters stroll idly in front of the hall
With the rhyme of a countryman
Peace and peace
Be thankful, and be blessed
The doors are getting higher and higher, and the road is getting smoother and smoother
The spring breeze is so warm and so soft
Like the tip of a brush, longer than outline
Full of thick festive
Depict poetic days
Tang Zhiping, male, is a member of the Hunan Writers Association, a director of the Hunan Poetry Society, the vice chairman of the Shaodong Literary Association, and the chairman of the Municipal Writers Association. His works have been published in "Poetry Journal", "Dictionary Journal", "Hunan Literature", "Xiangjiang Literature and Art", "Poetry Tide", "Poetry Monthly", "Grassland", "Liaohe", "Sunshine", "Special Zone Literature" and other publications. He has published a literary monograph "Four Tastes of Rural Customs".
◎ Forget it
Deng Xingzhao
There is a clean slate between the clouds and the water
There are also rivers and lakes at the end of Qingping
Some people say that life is full of storms
Some people say that selflessness is wide
I always hide in the subtleties
Listen to the thunder in silence
The wind came and I turned sideways to let the wind pass
The rain came and I bowed my head and let the rain fall
I don't want to go to the corner
I don't need hypocrisy and vanity
I love the vast land
And all these growing plants
I soothed the scars left by the lightning
Weep for the sufferings of the world
Deng Xingzhao, pen name Tang Tu and Shizi, a native of Shaodong City, Hunan Province, is a member of the Hunan Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. He has published poetry works in journals such as Hunan Literature, Poetry Tide, Poetry Journal, Liaohe, Poetry Monthly, Yalu River Huaxia Poetry, etc., and has authored poems such as "Star Language Heartstrings" and "Zhengrong or Examination".
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◎ White Planet
Liu Na
Wear a dark red hat
She stood patiently in front of the stall selling marshmallows
Watch the White Planet rotate in a circle
Plumped to bright
It's so sweet, you don't have to taste it
Two small children huddled to the front
Pick up the marshmallows and chase after each other
Jumping and jumping is like this spring raindrop
She also held up her own flower
The White Planet is gradually eroding
Liu Na, female, born in 1985, from Shaodong, Hunan. Some poems have been published in journals such as Poetry Journal, Stars, Poetry Tide, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Poetry Monthly, and Works, and have been selected for The Poetry Journal's "2020 New Poetry Annual Selection" and "2020 Chinese Poetry Selection".
◎ Wedge in
Wu and Jun
The old carpenter let the mortise into the 卯, which is a kind of wedge entry
Weeping tears with black coffins
With different sharpness, wedge into the newly excavated yellow soil
The cemetery Leopard Ridge shook again
Uncle Seven, who was suffering from lung disease, coughed heavily
Coughed up blood
Multi-petaled red, dipped in paper towels on a variety of drawings
The white thatched flowers on the slopes, uniformly facing north
Its frustration, all with the wind
The Jackdaw swooped down once, leaving the pine branches dangling
A few pine needles landed...
"Wow—wow—"
A few groans of the ridgeline undulating
Wedge into the twilight, with the end of the poem
Wu Hejun, now under the pseudonym, Mo Mai. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Hunan Writers Association, and the vice president and secretary general of the Shaodong Poetry Society, and has published poetry since 1991. The "Poetry Journal" Society National Youth Poetry Journals taught the students of the college in 1993, and some poems were scattered in "Poetry Journal", "Poetry Tide", "Poetry Monthly", "Yanhe", "Xiangjiang Literature and Art" and so on.
Shaodong Fengjiaba. Photo: Bangs
◎Winter
Wang Wei
The shadow of that mountain
Cross over and get stuck
The throat of the road
You bend down and pour fate out of your shoes
The human body is an illusory proposition
So is the world. Lamei opened again
The wind pressed a little comfort
Cross the intersection and carry the black of the entire mountain on your back
Nothingness is the other side
spring scenery
At this moment, we are silent
Kun Gua has not yet been born yang
Wang Wei, female, lives in Shaodong, Hunan. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Gongbi Painting Society, the Hunan Writers Association, and the Hunan Provincial Artists Association, and his poems are distributed in poetry journals, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Liaohe River, Yanhe, Poetry Monthly, Anhui Poets, Xiangjiang Literature and Art, prose poetry, etc.
◎ Refusal
Liu Chaowu
Horses hiss silently in the sky
Golden waves came rushing in
Horses are not horses again
A white duck follows a flock of geese
Wobbly home
The happiness of the duck, the goose can also understand
Pond opened its heart and accepted
Peaks, trees, villages, even the sky
Only refused
Fell into the pond
Little Jade Red
Liu Chaowu, female, a native of Shaodong, Hunan, has works published in Poetry Monthly, Hunan Literature, Yanhe, special zone literature, etc.
◎In the warm light
Li Hongxia
She had a bunch of bean-like thoughts
Decades
Stir-fry tirelessly
For this, the arm was burned
I also put a canopy to cover the rain and burned a hole
Leaking wind
She had no idea. I don't know the rainbow in the sky
Appears and disappears
I don't know the small sapling I once held
It's already towering
I don't know if the courtyard is full of sunset
She was sitting in the warm light
Li Hongxia, female, from Shaodong, Hunan. His works have been published in journals such as "Poetry Tide", "Grassland", "Yanhe", "Hunan Poet", "Anhui Poet", "Liaohe" and so on.
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◎ On the second day of the first month of February, give your father a haircut
Dragons
Sanne Nodo, Five Thorns
Winter thatch is innumerable
Prepare your scythe and follow your mother's instructions to go up the mountain early in the morning
Half a morning, the scythe rises and falls
The loess pile was neat and tidy again
Gently blew on the little finger of the left hand
Fresh wounds
I always remember what my father said
It doesn't hurt to blow
Long Er, real name Jiang Jinlong, Hunan Shaodong people, xi recitation, good graffiti, member of Hunan Poetry Society, secretary general of Shaodong Poetry Association. His works have been published in Poetry Journal, Chinese Dictionary, Xiangjiang Literature and Art, Poetry Tide, Poetry Monthly, Hunan Daily, Hunan Workers Daily, Hunan Poetry, Poetry World, Anhui Poets, etc.
Shaodong Zhaoyang Park. Photography: Zhang Meimei
◎ Folded ear root, or houttuynia cordata
Smoke and rain Xiangxiang
The same thing is interpreted as the unity of opposites
Those who accept it, metaphorically
The soul of a dining table; the people who hate it
Abandon it as if it were our own. someone
On the tip of the tongue, see the roots of the big tree
and the tail of the comet
Some people also touched the earthworm that was turning
and aquatic grass at the bottom of the river. It's because
The properties of detoxification and detoxification are made into a mixture
And others have allergies
Make its injections banned. It chooses people
Also chosen. It is
Differentiation of the population, but can not be determined
Just like us, judging the same thing or not
Smoke and rain Xiangxiang, real name Zeng Xiangying. In 2018, he joined the Hunan Poetry Society. Some works have been published in "Yanhe", "Poetry Tide", and "Special Zone Literature".
◎ Running in the big year
Zhang Yibin
Along the snowflakes in the strong smell of the year
The big year began to gallop towards us
Those happy notes that ring in the depths of the season
It always makes people taste the aroma of life
I stood on a towering tower
Through the snowflakes in the sky
I vaguely saw the spring rushing by
Zhang Yibin is a member of the 8th Committee of the Federation of Returned Overseas Chinese of Hunan Province, a member of the Hunan Writers Association, a member of the Flash Fiction Professional Committee of the Chinese Fable Literature Research Association, and the deputy secretary-general of the Zhang Yu Thought Research Association. Published "Full Ticket", "Reading History on the Pillow", "Love in the Old Garden". His works have been published in hundreds of newspapers and periodicals at home and abroad, such as "Hunan Literature", "Xiangjiang Literature and Art", "Contemporary People", "Works", "Yanhe", "Yilin", "Liaohe", etc., and included in more than 60 anthologies such as "China's Most Beautiful Essays" and "The Most Suitable For Secondary School Students to Read Essays", and participated in the compilation of more than 30 series of books, and many works have been selected as reading questions for primary and secondary school entrance examination papers.
◎ Dewdrops
Xie Yonghua
I want to make a dewdrop
Walk freely on the earth
The night is the mother who gave birth to my life
In every lonely night
I hid myself
Quietly figure out the secrets of the world
Early morning birds chirping
I woke up sleeping on the petals
Dewdrops that emit heat
It was the tears I shed for people
Xie Yonghua, a native of Shaodong, Hunan. He is a member of the Hunan Writers Association, and his novels and prose poems have been published in Hunan Literature, Xiangjiang Literature and Art, Prose Hundred Families, Sichuan Literature, Poetry Tide, Chinese Poetry Influence, And Spark. Some poems and essays have won awards and have been selected as provincial annual anthologies. "The Girl Who Sold Wormwood" is a 2019-2020 human resources education department compilation of middle school students to meet the standard test questions.
Former residence of Shao Donghe Luting. Photo: Bangs
◎Fireflies
Yang sniffed
Standing by the grass
Moving little stars
One will be on the left
One will be on the right
Came with a lamp
Little creatures
Bright yellow light at the tail
From time to time
now
I looked to my six-year-old daughter next to me
Point to that little bit of light introduction
It's like telling old friends
The daughter opened her hands
Want to catch a luminous body
But that little moving star
It's also a bit of a scare
Yang Sniff, real name Yang Xiu, Shao Dongren, member of the Hunan Poetry Society, deputy secretary general of the Shaodong Writers Association, living in a downtown area, with his heart to the sea and the starry sky, there are poems scattered in newspapers and periodicals.
◎ That house is still waiting for me
Zhou Hui
Pull out the key
Fine, dense pain
Suddenly it's back
Since then, he has lost the right to run behind the front door of the house and shout loudly
No one will ever expect it again
Open the door
Welcome to my reward and admonish me to rebuke me softly
The house has never been so clean
The cupboards were laid out there
Also placed in front of the shrine
There will always be unconsciously walking to the bedside
It was empty and cold
Dust returns to dust
The incense ashes burned in the hall house,
Desperate to tell me
Grandpa now lives on the wall too
Zhou Hui, pen name Xuan Xue. He is a member of the Communist Party of China and currently works for Shaodong Rural Commercial Bank. Post-80s. May you be in the morning and dusk, may you be spring and autumn, and may you be white-headed. The truth in the bland, the freedom in the gorgeous. I am the insistence of not flying in the sea and still flapping my wings, I am the calmness of laughing loudly, and it is the deep meaning in every kind of makeup. May every reunion light up a smile, and may every companionship and reading bring hope and happiness. Poetry and distance, you can have it if you want.
◎Yamanaka
Liu Lanlan
Deep in the dense forest
Sunlight doesn't come in
There is a temple on the mountain, a bodhisattva
Kind eyebrows. Bless all beings
Pick up some dead branches and leaves
Start a small pile of fire. Green smoke
Emerged from the empty flat ground of the woods
The flames cater to the blower jump
The smell of flesh tempts the firewood to crackle
Step on the soft dirt and fallen leaves
Paved paths
You see bright and dim lights in the distance
Gradually lit up, the starlight above us
The melodious sound of the piano drifted over
Weary birds return home. The sky sank
Liu Lanlan is a primary school teacher. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society and a member of the Teachers and Writers Branch of the Hunan Writers Association. He usually likes to read books and write poems, and likes to record the bits and pieces of life with words. Some poems have been published in "Yalu River", "Poetry Tide", "Yanhe", "Special Zone Literature", "Chinese Poetry Influence" and so on.
◎ To distant people
Luo Hongying
The mother was full of bitter water and drew a notice of search for people
Sister weaves braids
There are two red apples on the face
Use this search notice to suck up the sea of tears
My mother insisted on doing it for twelve years
A year later, the second brother ran to help
Nine years later, my father was called again
A place called Loess County
Is it that much fun?
For twenty-four years, I often started from dreams
My dreams can reach far away
Only hometown
Luo Hongying is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society and a director of the Shaodong Writers Association. Some poems have been scattered in "Special Zone Literature", "Liaohe", "Hunan Daily", "Shandong Poetry", etc., and occasionally won awards.
Shaodong Guqi Cave. Photography: Zhong Shishan
◎ It was a silent night
Shi Xiaoyi
It was a silent night
The hard stones and the soft clouds were sound asleep
A pond opens silently
Let out the moon and the sound of frogs
There are fish wandering, ripples like the wind
Pluck the hem of the lotus skirt
Fireflies carry lanterns
Looking for the bodhi in the heart
Shi Xiaomi, formerly known as Zhao Chunfang, is a civil servant. A word lover.
◎Night
plum
How open-minded and compassionate it takes
Only then can we take these things into our arms
Including mountains and lakes, flowers, birds and cordyceps
These include gods and ghosts, grass halls and temples
The night is always elusive
Stand against the stars and lights and stand on both sides of the river
Sometimes tearing, sometimes fusing, lighting each other up
Until dawn comes
I would often hold my shadow at night
Only then can you see the darkness
It often betrays decisively in dark places
Never give a reason
Li Zi, formerly known as Li Wenming, often writes under pen names such as Morning Maple and Steaming River Water Cooling, and is born in Eastern Gudong, Hunan. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society and currently works for an administrative organ in Shenzhen.
◎Quiet cooking time
Don Man
Time climbed over the low wall and fell into the yard
Birds come to peck, cats come to lick
I made a cup of strong tea and sat in a corner
See how she leaves
Of course I had to read a poem, but I didn't dare to go too long
Of course I have to change a glass of water.
And let your mind fly outside the courtyard
However, this time, she climbed the wall again
I didn't even have time
Make a gesture of farewell to her
I only wrote half of the poem, and I didn't read it to her.
She said she couldn't cook it
Someone cooked her all her life,
Finally gave up
Tang Man, real name Li Xinhua, a native of Shaodong City, Hunan Province, is a civil servant. He began publishing poems in 2010. His major works include "Ode to Daxing", "Father's Potato", "Breaking the Night with Bones", "My Roses Bloom Only Once" and so on. The poetry is dignified and close to the land.
◎In the spring
Zhao Jie
Daily, there are trips between the residence and the shop
Doing lukewarm livelihoods
They consume too much of my passion
So, spring came
I was unaware
A few days ago, the old man in his hometown was old
He didn't want to fall into last year's cold winter
He waited for spring, for the person who sent him off
The funeral procession walked through the canola flowers
Butterflies, dragonflies, birds flying overhead
There are also flowers and grasses, the fragrance of the earth
A few large black dogs scurried around in the fields
They don't understand human grief
In the spring, carrying a coffin is not such a heavy thing
Death, just a decent trip
Zhao Jie, male, after 70. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society and a member of the Shaoyang Critics Association. Busy writing small stories, essays, poems. Self-proclaimed "half-day idle". Writing is about picking up the little pebbles of the heart, nothing more.
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Night view of Shaodong. Photo: Bangs
◎Expression of spring
Craftsman
A person turns into a shadow in the sunlight
What a fierce thing spring is
The rain for two days and two nights stopped in the early morning
Workers remove the red fire
The vinegar frankincense has been successfully burned
The camphor is dressed in a new outfit
The butterfly was born with its white wings
The sun shines in the distance
Early morning birdsong can lift spring up
So is the floral fragrance, so is the wind
Spring is one of these rivers
The river carries the petals of yesterday and walks into the distance
Birdsong carries a man's dream
The wind carries the vanished homeland
Craftsman Lishi, formerly known as Zhao Chaohui, was born in 1970. People from Shaodong, Hunan. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society.
◎From upward view to top view
Liu Xiaomei
What you said
I picked it up repeatedly
Put it down again
The sound of your voice
I hid it in my heart
Pulled it out again and again
Walk the path you have walked
Saw the silence
I also see your thoughts
All the way up
From looking up to looking down
Liu Xiaomei, a native of Shaodong City, Hunan Province, a member of the Hunan Poetry Society, and a standing director of the Shaodong Writers Association, has published works in Prose poetry world, poetry monthly, Hunan Daily, Southern Metropolis Daily, and has published and distributed his personal poetry collection "Wish".
◎ A rain
Lee invents
A rain breeds a love
Thunder and lightning pretended
It's like you've been here
The desert looks forward to the long drought of Ganlin
A rain opens a lotus
The frogs in the pool are the best accompaniment
A dragonfly flew in and out
All the stories seem to have nothing to do with it
A rain prompts peach blossoms and pear blossoms
Write spring in Gangnam
A bird song
Left behind in the evasive reeds
Waiting for you in the rain
The flower paper umbrella became a memory many years later
You did come
But they scattered after the rain
Li Fangfang, a native of Shaodong City, Hunan Province, is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society and a member of the Chinese Folk Photography Association. His works have been published in "Yangtze River Poetry", "Poetry World", "Literary China", "Poetry Hall", "Jintian", "Shandong Poetry", "Guangxi Industry and Commerce Daily" and other newspapers and periodicals. Poetic view: Poetic romance.
◎Heat stroke
Ning Wenbo
Rain after rain
On the moonlit night, the stars sneak out to cool off
The courtyard of my hometown slept
The dog occasionally shouts a throat
Cicadas can't sing high notes
There is still residual temperature in the treetops
Support listless leaves
Wait for the autumn breeze
The orange garden is full of lanterns
Looking at each other
The sky is still magnificent
Every village has sweet content
The field fulfills its promise to autumn
Stay up, be honest
Masks can't cover
A smile is hidden in it
Ning Wenbo, male, from Shaodong, Hunan, is the vice president of a group company. A member of the Hunan Poetry Society, he has loved literature since he was a child, and his works have been published in "Little Stream" at the middle school level. After joining the work, he still worked tirelessly, publishing hundreds of poems and essays, and his works were scattered in Hunan Workers Daily, Shaoyang Daily, Shaoyang Evening News, Poetry World and other newspapers. Capture life moments and record your heart-pounding moments.
◎ Vast
Yang Lanfang
It's autumn
The earth handed over a year's report card
After that, it became increasingly silent
Sunset crimson
The heart hides a heavy joy
Migratory birds return and plants wither
I love the boundless expanse
Sprout, flourish, age, die
All things are reincarnated in their own laws
After every period of lows
There must be a climax
After every depression
There must be another bustling
Yang Lanfang is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society. Walking through the autumn wilderness, I saw the thickness and desolation of nature, which made me more in awe of nature and the visible or invisible laws.
◎ Go home
Dragon Grass
Studying abroad and working early in the morning
It is customary to call returning to your hometown in the countryside a homecoming
After getting married and starting a family
It is customary to call home in the county town home
Right now
Go back to your hometown in the countryside Go back to your home in the county town
All called home
One side is the destination
On one side is shelter
Home-to-home road
I walked one ride after another
Long Longcao, who has been writing literature for more than ten years, has created about 60 poems and essays published in "Special Administrative Region Literature and Poetry", "Shaoyang Daily", "Shaoyang Evening News", "Zhaoyang Literature and Art" and so on.
◎Day and night
Sun grains
From a slight sleepiness
to gradually wake up
Drowsiness has all slipped away
The night is still and still
Night
It is the reverse order of the ink landscape painting
Thick inky black is spread all over
Reduced to the initial render
The first white painting
Finally, there is the spread out rice paper
A little bit of light
Brighten up, brighter, brighter
Faint bright to pure full white
The day is silent
Took over the night
Sun Grain, formerly known as Sun Lirong, is a native of Shaodong, Hunan. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society. A little girl, accompanied by words, warms up with words.
Shao Dongyin Family Hall. Photo: Bangs
◎ Three six nine, etc
Silver Butterfly
The wailing sounded low past dusk
Whistling traffic, intersections
An injured dog
The end of life and death
It still touches my nerves
God is at the same crossroads
A dog poked its head out and looked
Sit in the back seat of a BMW
Calling friends and bustling streets
A woman in sunglasses dragged a famous dog that was screaming and screaming
The whole hustle and bustle was dangling on the lenses
People see dogs
I saw three, six, nine, and so on
Silver Butterfly, formerly known as Yue Xiaolan. After the 70s, he is in business and loves to plant flowers and plants and enjoy the landscape.
◎ Like a leaf drifting boat
Calm and self-aware
In Pija Cave, hide in an undercurrent
Pick up a leaf boat
Avoid the dazzling lights in the cave
Bypass the Buddha statue with artificial compassionate eyes
At this moment, exile and re-exile are required
Let the ship travel through the darkness
No need to take the helm
Let the undercurrent be my best guide
A beam of light from the mouth is enough to witness
Quiet and self-aware, formerly known as Zuo Hongyan, senior teacher. He is a member of the Hunan Poetry Society, and his works have been published in various publications.
◎ Promises
Zhao Yinlian
Ears like stone steps, all the time
Stand up and listen. Whispers again and again
Thunderbolt after thunderbolt
Shattered by the wind into a greeting
Like careful, open your eyes and look to the sky
Gliding with innocence
Every piece of cloud clothes went to the heart
And the eaves undertook, a drop of promises made
No time to read the barometer aloud
After a moment of listening
Put day and night into silence
Zhao Yinlian, character Xiuxian, Hunan Shaodong woman. At present, his poems and songs have been published in more than 30 newspapers and magazines at home and abroad and more than 70 online media. Poetic view: I believe that words can spread truth, goodness and beauty, and the poetry of beauty can polish and gild the blind spots of the soul.
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Source: Shaodong Poetry Society