Closed Eyes Are Ancient (Group Poems)
—A nice morning
On this sunny morning
The wilderness invited me to stroll, and the sun was like a golden thread
Grass with silver dew
Approach the shore of a large mirror-like lake
Through the wind without bumps, come to the wooden pavilion
At this time, I am not
The only one who suffers under the tree of joy
Look, a cloud
Moored in the heart of the flower
I used the green leaves to foil it, and I used it
In the good poems of dreams, forget
Sick sentences of birds
Suddenly, she called and ran over
Join me
Look at the scenery side by side and start writing it down with your soul
These wildflowers and aromas
Oblique
This afternoon
It doesn't matter if I'm enjoying a lotus or a tea drink
The wind blows
It's oblique, the trees are slanted
The pool was slanted
My guqin platform is tilted, and my imagination is also tilted
Ha, everything is all oblique
The only one that is not oblique
It's happiness
It's like a straight noon
Closed eyes are ancient
In the afternoon, look out over the pine forest
The waterfall is far away, and the sound of the waves gradually weakens
Wildflowers
Red insists on red, blue insists on blue
Sleepy between gray and black
I am a pool of turquoise water
In the deep birdsong
Slowly become shallower
Good times
In the grove, birds fly in pairs
Flowers bloom and splice
The wind blows out the aroma in the stone
A wisp was given to me
The mood is like silk
Lose the wild, whisper in silence
Bamboo building flash
When I approached her joy
just to know
The pain is out of reach
Moonlight
Wednesday night
I'm in the waterhouse on the right side of the lotus pond
Read The Left Biography
When the classical wind blows
I focus on the water
as well as the sleep of the night dragonfly
Frogs don't crow
What kind of moonlight pours under the wrist
A white aroma
Ripples
I love the night
It made me pitch black too
No one can
See me at a glance
It makes my joy and sorrow peaceful together
There is less noise in the world
It is as if the flight of a bird and a finch stops at its wings
It's at the end of the night
Push me away from the nightmare
Become Dawn
Listen to the birds
When the sound of a bird
After being remembered by the forest, a new generation of birds
Then the singing
The place where the wind stood was no longer empty
The aroma of pine resin is overflowing
I became
The branches echoed
August night
In Lijiang, on august nights
We slept by the waves, and the shore was full of peaks
She held me
Cherish the water in the eyes of the fish
Forget the waves
I turned sideways, and the full slope of birds turned over
Ten thousand clouds pressed down
In the dream, the osmanthus flowers whisper like golden tweeds
Where the moonlight shines
Not my sore spot, but the end of the dark wound
Although the spring tide has receded
But I' still passionate
A leopard
Lie on the cliff and breathe in the autumn wind like drinking spirits
In a trance, I was already tincture
At this moment, the stars shine on the river, and the sound of water is no longer rippling
She was asleep, like a peach
Wang Yueqiang, a native of Beijing, lives in Chongqing. He is the author of many poetry collections such as "Dawn of Words" and "The Wind Whispers", and his poetry works have won many awards and been selected into a variety of important poetry anthologies, and he is the chief editor of "Chinese Folk Poetry Reader 2018 Poetry Volume", and the president of China Poet Magazine.