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Selected Poems of Wild Cold
About the Author
Wild Cold: Formerly known as Shen Haojie, a native of Bijie, Guizhou. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Society, the Guizhou Poetry Society, the Sichuan Provincial Prose and Poetry Society, and the editor-in-chief of New Thought Literature. His works have been published in Xingxing Poetry Journal, Bijie Evening News, Poet Geography, Genre, Taiwan Good News, Shandong Poetry and other places. He is the author of "The Story of Dust" and other works. He has used pen names: Jiang Li, Shen Qingxun, Shen Qingchen, etc. He lives in Heilongjiang.
Son and husband
Inside the formation, inside the peaks
Just reach a certain point and sore spot
No matter how much hidden and buried tears will be
Surge up
The gods gazed at the passage of all life
Birth, crawling, upright, bent, dead
I alone, from man to one of the gods: God
Pick up the child like a mother
Drops of sweat and tears that fall and hide every day
Before waking up from the dream, curling up with me was extremely involved
Sons, in the dark of night, are like children
Fear of everything that people are afraid of
After waking up from the dream, I am your head under the beam
Throw your heart into the wife of the sun
——2022.02.06 In the early morning, in Jianhua
Snow flowers
Hair in the snowflakes to support the old man
Hold the child's hand in a blink of an eye
What age is Snowflake now?
In the wind and frost, return the cleanliness to all sentient beings
It's snowflakes
A slice of white, such as
Newborn children, guarding purity
Like a first love lover, always want
Clean up your world
If the night can not come, let me
Do your light, at least
Also shines on you like the sun
Then, keep everything clean
——2022.01.29 In the early morning, Bijie Jianhua
Elaboration
More than eight thousand days have passed
At least three thousand days, I was there
Embark on a muddy journey after destroying the Cradle
In any case, the women at the head of the village had long been willing to go crazy
Sit at the entrance of the village and wait for yesterday's sun
Sweat and clear dialysis men come back
The false silence that led her away from this village
Or maybe someone has already been a philosopher
Hold on for a lifetime, or for a while
Stories that have passed away can be touched at any time
Or maybe it's a dream that people chase
Mixed with the so-called greatness of the sun
When the stars shed tears
Tears are useless running water
At every turn, it's all over the place
The sad ones that shouldn't have happened: stories
——2022.01.26 in the early morning, in Jianhua
Foreshadowing
Early in the morning, the drinks rushed down from the mountains inside me
Rushing through the flesh and blood of the internal organs
When humans are fed up with hunger
Blood gushed out from within
This is the premeditation of the premeditators
That's the way of dying that was arranged early
A premeditator with sunspots as the heart
It will be with the last warmth
Bless all living beings
Straight to the cold, dead
All scenery quieted up
Nothing but heavy breathing
Timid and rigid heartbeat
Hitting the direction in the eyes and in the head
Gate to clean sky
Foreshadowing, this is a sudden and calm foreshadowing of February 18
Calm, start from the past
——2022.02.18Chen, at the Bijie People's Court
Original wildflowers
Tonight, who's going to tell me
How many flowers left blood, then
Withered and blackened
For the circulating life
Tonight, the flowers leave blood behind
Death and loss of heart have been proven
May the earth be full of flowers from the wilderness
Bloom only in the hometown where the stars shine
May all the flowers that are out of the forest
All are destined to die in the sun
The sky is bigger, farther away
The dirt is towering, and there is nothing left to bury
The sun hangs and never falls
Sun, moon and stars, who hasn't heard of the replacement
Wildflowers, after putting on the crown
Always believe in the fate of the king
——2022.02.14 Night, in Bijie
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