Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.
Xie Xiangdong, a native of Fangchenggang City, Guangxi. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Prose Literature Society, and the Guangxi Writers Association. He has published many books such as "Southern Rain Rhyme", "Love Stone Edge", "Clouds in the Blue Sky" and so on.
Green grass in dreams
Xie Xiangdong
On the green grass, your flowing hair is like a delicate rain.
I deliberately did not bring an umbrella, so that the amorous rain would get wet, bathe in the rain, revel in the rain...
Here, the wind blows softly, and the sunset is slowly sinking. I played the song of retention against the setting sun. Somehow, you are silent and no longer convey the melodious song to me?
I can't understand the story.
In the face of the sinking bloody sun, even the deepest thoughts can only be helpless sighs.
In the future, the only thing that can walk into the dream is the green meadow, the green...
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Photo by Janschen
Kasuga Ito
I don't want a glimmer of light squeezed by tears to be shattered, so. What you can't get, you write into poetry.
You say, in times of joy, forget me; think of me in times of pain. But, whether it's joy or pain, I can't forget you.
Happiness must be cherished by oneself; fate must be grasped by oneself. You wish me a good dream, and I bless you equally!
I hope you don't create tragedies rashly.
Thoughtlessness has always been a tragic starter.
You are like the hair of the waterfall, shining my heart. How much comfort does a shallow smile give to my wounded heart? That silent condolence, in the quiet exchange of eye waves, added a spring color to my barren soul, that colorful spring color with your warmth.
Inexplicable love is a kind of wordless loneliness.
Please don't laugh at me. I am a prodigal son who hitched the wrong ride.
I want to hold your delicate hand tightly, when the ice and snow are about to melt, and wonder how God created your gentle and kind amorous hands and the pure and immaculate ice and pure heart.
The probe is cold, but it can measure the warmth and coldness of the human world. Sometimes the cold appearance will contain an amorous heart...
Remember your ding-dong. In times of pain and suffering, believe that tomorrow will be better!
That elegant space is a mottled iron bed, how incompatible. That's the way it is—
Do beautiful people tend to make it up?
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Stormy night
Stormy night...
Days smoothed the bluestone slabs, and emotion burned the lilies. Rain, from then on can not bloom brilliantly; flowers, lost intoxicating warmth.
Since the breakup is like tonight's storm, sooner or later it will come; can retention hold the sunset in the west?
But I still have a hard time understanding:
Why are you so indifferent, your eyes cold as a frozen lake? What about the sea oath mountain alliance that was once destroyed by the heavens, the bow tied to your soul, the red scarf that flowed like a wave...
Can't hold back, the sunset in the west.
The storm of emotions still rolls with the thunder, and regrets as the rain comes. Regret is like that sad ink butterfly that fills the night sky, and even if I look up to the sky and sigh even if I look at the shadow and pity myself, what can I do? So I resolutely opened the colorful umbrella, propped up the heavy night, and lifted the backbone of the mountain to support the self-esteem of the personality!
The road is still long and there will be the same night:
Stormy......
Drifting red sails
Night, the style flows east. You're still waiting. Is the red sail of last night's infatuation slowly sailing to your broad heart?
If you pluck the heartstrings, could it bring the long-lost red moon? Miss is a wrinkled ancient flute. At night, it was only when it was clear that it was very moving.
At this moment, where is the gentle evening wind? Where is the willow that is as free as a cloud? If there is no them, won't the missing red sails go it alone?
Just dream of a gentle evening wind, dream of a bush of willows like clouds, accompanied by red sails that have been drifting for a long time.
With sprouted thoughts, slowly mooring towards your strong and spacious heart.
The call of life
Even if you weave thousands of tender feelings into a huge net, you can't catch you. You, the pure heart, belong to another. However, it is known that the wandering is only the constant orbit of the meteor. A hundred miles away, it is a great happiness to be able to silently love your back.
In the rainy twilight, I call out to you with my life.
In the muddy rain alley, I strive for you.
Perhaps, life will have misfortunes or accidents. And the obsessive I will always hold up the giant umbrella to resist bad luck, stand behind you, and strive to shield you from the ups and downs of life...
Kasuga Whispers
Did you know that my chu chu state of mind can only brew strange poetry?
Although, you love the male sun of life, I am in love with the pure laurel fairy. However, in this life and in this life, the right of you and me to love and not to love is only once.
Although, over millions of years, countless comedies and farces have been performed in the human world. Including the consummation and the imperfection, including the gloom and the sunny, including the wind, frost, rain and snow, but always repeating the theme of rather than the tiles than the jade...
Ah, I wish I could immediately blow up a storm and overturn this constant drama in the world. Let you and I go on stage again, even if it's a tragedy.
Can you please?
The sound of life
In the time and space of life, the sunset has been colorful. Suddenly, in the depths of the lonely soul, a beautiful and moving voice sounded.
Melodious and pleasant is the sound of the piano, and you are a gentle and delicate piano in my heart.
In the Hall of the Divine Mind, you are by no means a virtual landscape.
When I was depressed, you played like a song, playing like the spring of the four seasons.
My young life, therefore green, every joy, is the good fortune you bring.
If I belong to a song without rhyme, then you are the song of eternal joy that envelops my life.
Top
I put you on top because I was worried that you would be overwhelmed by the sea and overwhelmed by the waves.
Red dust rolls, the sea of people is vast, ordinary people, all kinds of fame and fortune temptations. I'm just worried that you're going to get lost one day.
You, a little dismissive. I said, I am unfounded.
Amorous should laugh at me. In fact, the top is just my wishful thinking. If you really want to get lost, I am afraid that you will not be able to find you with radar scanning.
To the top, just I want to keep your heart.
The top is just a testimony to my obsession.