Poet Profile
He Leixi, real name He Guangyou, alias He Qinglong, male, full-time lawyer, currently works and lives in Chengdu.
He began to write poetry in the early 1980s, and used the pen names Lei Hui, Poetic Habitat, and Good Lawyer. Occasionally, poems are published. He has published a collection of poems, "Yunxi Flowers Bloom mao jinjiang".
Poetic view: Life cannot be without poetry, and poetic inhabitation is a beautiful realm of life.
The Transmutation of Man and Tiger
A bundle of straw, no green soul of life
Only let the fire burn
only the remaining energy can be released
Even if you barely tie up the appearance of a "person"
It is only suitable for planting on the edge of the rice field
Go scare the sparrows who try to steal their mouths
Like the mediocre who don't learn and don't have any skills
Without exception, they will be scolded as "straw bags" by everyone.
A blank piece of paper, except for writing and drawing
There is no other way to give it a flexible charm
The so-called white is not caused by the heart
More unintentional "blank"
It's just the misery and even the blankness of an idiot
Even if it is folded or framed by chance to form the appearance of a tiger
Can only amuse children, no jungle king momentum
Under the profanity, the body of a doll will be complete
Once, people add tiger spirit
How spirited that should be
What's more, if a person has a tiger bone
And how to stand out from the crowd and laugh at the world
But don't go too far
Otherwise, they will want to eat people
If only, tigers are more popular
Whether there is also a soft in the just, the needle is hidden in the cotton
If you add human flavor
Maybe the licking is deep, and the look back is full of warmth and smile
Nor can it be too high
The king of the beasts is still a beast
"Snow, Overwhelming"
The fog has not yet completely dissipated
The conspiracy of thick haze began to lay out again
The sun was imprisoned warm and locked in light
The bitter wind blew the ground again and again
The stripped tree was standing up to endure humiliation
The dying dead grass and shrubs crawled and trembled in the earth
You can't see the birds flying in pairs
The occasional sigh made the roar of the motor press back hard
People in a hurry wear masks and hats
Only those who hold the stove can withstand the cold
A fierce spring-winter battle is unfolding in the heavenly court
The angels who fought desperately died nine times
Only to see that their white feathers were floating down
Overwhelming. All beings will be covered with tenderness
Where are the White Crows
"The world is as black as a crow"
Parents and teachers have said this
I've been trying to look around the world
That kind of crow that looks very different
Preferably a white crow
Noisy, silent
Soaring, fluttering, napping
Crouch on solid rocks
Occupy the tall branches on the top
It's all black
Excited, calm
Shiny and shiny, gray-headed
Fallen, dying
What is rotting has long since been carved in stone
It's also black
Plug-in camouflage, dyeing beauty
Hybridized, transgender
Those who change their names and surnames, those who tamper with family trees
Storyteller, autobiographical
Still black
There are no white crows in the world
If born with a white and flawless feather
That could never be a crow
It can only be white pigeons, or other beneficial birds
"New Year's Greetings"
The anticipation accumulated during the long night brushed away the eyelids of the early morning
Repeatedly scratching the desktop is still helpless
The fog or haze was thick and gray
The epidemic notification ranked first in the news and was refreshed day by day
Masks have been worn for too long! It's like a mask
The life of changing faces is squeezed into staring in the cracks of the eyes
It is not the thickness of winter clothes that give warmth
A faint hint of the first sun is enough to brighten the mood
It is not easy for mortals to fly into the clouds in the sky
It is better to go to hell and ride the dragon freely through it
The crowded lower floor also has a lively day
Tired of calculating the gains and losses of every cent
Gathering and scattering, love and hate by heart, success or failure in the sky
Count the schedules for the New Year approaching
Oil road congestion, slow brakes, chaotic navigation
Even a steering wheel in your hand doesn't guarantee unwavering commitment
Walking is the present tense of one's duty as a human being
Sitting on ease for too long and almost crippled
Fortunately, the blood is still hot, and the persistence is born for oxygen
Calls are mostly sales pitches or scams
A few words of information in addition to informing is a warning
The heat thousands of miles away will cool down the dialog box
The familiar strangeness is swaying at hand
Close the computer window
The world of determination has lost love or even lost contact with itself
The bits and pieces of the past tremble and tremble
The Iraqis are still wandering on the water and sky side? Look around dazed
Trying to stand up straight as a human being
Muscles and bones must be faintly painful
The crowd of pushers stirs up a strange smell of loneliness
Don't the northern geese fly south to see the scenery just to make a living
Nostalgia is the cause and effect that runs counter to the homeland
Dead branches and dead grass picked up in the bag
The construction of a nest of comfort is nothing more than a poetic embodiment
Wind wear, rain soak, frost, snow cover, ice hanging
Isn't it decoration? It's not landscaping
The return of the weary bird is always the usual daily format of Purdue sentient beings
The soul will walk alone in the night, shaking off the wind and dust
The self-proclaimed discerning star eyes turned a blind eye
Even the brightest moonlight could not illuminate the clouds and clouds of the heartland
Lying flat is also counted as creeping forward with a suspended death move
I had to go on the road with my bare hands
Let's put on a quilt that is far thicker than armor
Break through and head forward
Long and short purrs blow the horn
Distant dreams are always beyond the mountains and rivers
Those letter-doodle logs whose ink has not dried
Falling Like that, the wind was mercilessly torn to pieces like drifting snow
The Martial Arts Cheats have been cracked into Sanskrit incantations
The blooming of the cold plum is oblique
The way of the crystallization of the weak water into the ice core is simple
Happy New Year! Be sure to be happy
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