Poets of this series:
Cao Anna Gao Jiangang Zhang Yi Gao Wei Liu Tao Xie Yicheng
Mao Xiupu Jiang Hongxia Xiaoxi Han Zongbao Li Linfang
Liu Chengai, Jin Xiaojie, Li Keli, Zhou Huiye, Chen Liang
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="640" > peach blossoms in the house</h1>
Anna Cao
Branches that have been cut off
No one appreciates
It is about to become dry firewood
The woman brought the peach branch home
Insert in the bottle
Last night's spring rain lapped at the windows
The call was urgent
Peach blossoms this morning
It's in gillian house
About author:Anna Cao, poet, professor of the College of Literature of Qingdao University, consultant of Qingdao Writers Association. In the 1980s, he began to write poetry, and his poetry works were included in the "Selected Obscure Poems" during the same period. His collection of poems, The Soaring of Fish, was published in March 2018. From 2018 to 2019, some poems were selected into the annual poetry selection of Lijiang Publishing House.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="666" > long talk on the train</h1>
Gao Jiangang
We sat opposite each other and were involved
Wind and view from the window
Inner movement and stillness
The surrounding noise and commotion
Even our sex
Our light-dark line is fading
It's like being in a Qingdao café
Two and a half hours in the afternoon
Together, we arrived in Jinan
Life is short
About author:Gao Jiangang, a native of Qingdao. Poet and novelist. Chairman of Qingdao Writers Association and editor-in-chief of Qingdao Literature.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="670" > machine age</h1>
Zhang Yi
Oil the machine and let time catch your breath
In a moment, I'm going to spin with the gears
The assembly line trembled. Under the lonely starlight of the north
The figure of the co-worker passed through the night, leaving no sound
They were quickly obscured by machines
Behind the machine is a bigger night
Snow fell outside the factory, and I had been there for a long time
Didn't go to see the sunset. Sparks from iron filings
Caught by my hand, burns can happen at any time
In the face of speed, I can't tell the difference
A heavy snow and the distance between lovers
It was the afternoon, a weekend of the twentieth century
I suddenly remembered to look for the old address
Those bare stumps, the messy leaves
It warms my heart. An order
Between me and the factory, like a fluttering clockwork
The machine made my eye sockets quickly dent
Those iron filings and heavy snow fell behind
They often spark sparks. wastewater
Withered roses, the back of big industry
Like the sound of a compass: slow, heavy
At this time, I wanted to calm down and step on the snow
Back to the old place
Look at that dilapidated house, shining in the fire
About the author: Zhang Yi, poet and novelist. Some poems and novels have been published in contemporary, poetry, poetry exploration, novel selection, novel monthly newspaper, red rock and other publications. His works have been selected in a variety of anthologies.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="686" > I want to know even less</h1>
Gao Wei
That's all that's left
I want to know less
I guess I don't know more
Put limited life
Implement into an infinite void
Plaything nourishment
Waste the days to the end
Forget about the reputation that you didn't have
Be a notorious person
I want to look up and down, look left and right
Neither try to forget nor remember
I want to get a book
Facing the sea rat eyes
About author:Gao Wei is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Qingdao Writers Association, and director of the Qingdao Poetry Committee. He has published more than 20 poetry collections and essay collections, and his representative works are "Her Legend", "His Legend", "Love Legend", "Rose. butterfly. Plum Blossoms".
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="688" > write poetry</h1>
Liu tao
I didn't write the poem on the petals
Written on big trees and grass
I didn't write the poem on the blue sky and white clouds
Written in the spring breeze, in the snow and drizzle
I also didn't put the poem
Written on the smooth forehead of love
At home, I want to write poetry as far as my eyes can see
It's the bedroom, it's the kitchen, it's the living room, it's the bathroom
and some tall and low furniture
I wrote down the poem line by line and let the pot stove
Be gentle and let the onion ginger garlic have spirituality
Let a small green soap dance
Why can't you put a few lines of poetry on the bed?
It was all kinds of dream beasts
Quiet haunting place
And my teapot, the sound of the gushing water
How much like reading aloud. A small light blue wine cup
Buckle upside down on the dinner table, like a line of aphorisms
As soon as the door closed, I began to write poetry
It doesn't matter if the sun is shining or the storm outside him
The wind of rhetoric swept past the window
Branches swayed, and a flock of sparrows flew away
I got up and closed the curtains
Sit down and write poetry seriously, and smoke rises in your heart
About the author: Liu Tao, pen name tall and thin man. Poet and novelist. In the early 1980s, he studied poetry and published poems in newspapers and periodicals such as "Stars" and "Poetry Journal", and published the poetry collection "Temporary Parking". After 2005, he turned to novel writing, and his works have been reprinted many times by News Digest, Novel Selection, and Beijing Literature Novella Monthly. Won the first "Taishan Literature Award" in Shandong Province. He currently lives in Qingdao.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="700" > loneliness</h1>
Xie Yicheng
My loneliness can infect the most distant constellations in the Milky Way
As the breath spreads in circles and circles, on the dark ocean
All the stars it touched became serene
Like a maiden in the darkness, marble is like a clean sitting posture
I felt that loneliness was giving birth to countless tentacles
I almost touched the white sand shore of the Milky Way
Just suck it in and then retreat
Surrounded me like freshly washed white underwear
About author:Xie Yicheng, poet, scholar. He currently lives in Qingdao.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="722" > address book</h1>
Mao Xiupu
The most precious
Often lost in the corners of the paper
For example, this "Address Book"
Ballpoint pen written name
Behind them are the units
and a five-digit phone number
What a kind name
But many
Has entered the black box
Put the living
One by one, please enter the phone
Departed
In this historical account
Mourning
The distant winter mother was gone
About author:Mao Xiupu is a national first-class writer and a professional writer of Qingdao Municipal Federation of Literature and Literature. He has published many poetry collections, some of which have been translated into Russian, English, Polish, German, and Korean, and edited Selected Contemporary Chinese Poems (Chinese-Russian Comparison). He won the 1981 Excellent Work Award of Beijing Literature. He was awarded the "Russian-Chinese Friendship Medal" and the "International Friendship Medal" by the Russian-Chinese Friendship Association and the Government of the Russian Federation. He currently lives in Qingdao.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="727" > they all slept</h1>
Jiang Hongxia
They all slept, her man
And kids. A pot of water was about to boil
On the stove, the preparation materials for breakfast are neatly lined up
Like yesterday, which was planned
She stood on the balcony, very lightly
Hold a beam of moonlight
Like holding the ideal of washing white
Several tiger pirans in front of the window are growing vigorously
Now, she was her own master
A man's person and not a woman's person
She grabbed the knife that moonlight had sent
I want to see every inch of my skin and heart
It's just a woman—
It was she who could be someone else
Drink the boiling water tonight and eat tomorrow's breakfast like she did
Surprised, she touched her hand and went back to the room
The clothes in the closet, the man on the bed
The child snores evenly
Everything is so familiar
Outside the window, there are night bugs calling
About author:Jiang Hongxia, born in 1975 in Qingdao, Shandong, her works have been scattered in journals such as Poetry Journal, Stars, Poetry Exploration, And Selected Poetry, and have been selected for various poetry anthologies such as Chinese Poetry of the Year. In 2017, he won the second "Chinese Poetry Discovery Award". He is the author of the poetry collection "The Sea of Lunch Break".
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="729" > snow</h1>
Konishi
Shovel away the noisy snow
Innocent snow shoveling away
With a bigger shovel, more people come
Shovel away the overwhelmed snow
Frustrated snow shovels away.
What a big pile of snow
Sweat and tears fell in and disappeared
A sparrow died inside, revealing only the top of its head in despair
Sometimes, we need a formal tragedy
All the black shovels stood solemnly on the side
The big truck roared to carry it away
About author:Xiao Xi, a native of Qingdao, Shandong. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He was selected for the New Wave PEN Club of People's Literature. He has won the Poetry Exploration Red Sorghum Poetry Award, the Chinese Poetry Discovery Award, etc. Passionate about plants and birds, he is the author of the poetry collection "Blue Salt" and "The Wind Doesn't Stop".
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="746" > twilight</h1>
Han Zongbao
In the late afternoon we finished our work and came home from the fields
The body was like a loose frame, sitting on the carriage and moving
I didn't want to move, just rocking the corn on both sides of the road
Also high and low swaying, without a trace of wind but fog
Already up the scene of the fields is starting to change
Blurred, I subconsciously clung to the rim
Horseshoe new nails of the iron palm on the hard dirt road
It's a different voice than it used to be, and I see it
The sky that year was like a giant crow
It slowly leaned down and spread its thick black wings
Take me and my father and the wagon livestock
A village with cooking smoke wafting in the distance Is a silent haystack
All of them are in the arms, leaving only a few stars
Like a few freckles grow on a small warm and beautiful face
About author:Han Zongbao, born in 1973 in Zhucheng, Shandong. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a contracted writer of the Shandong Writers Association. He has participated in the 25th Youth Poetry Society, the National Youth Innovation Association, and the People's Literature New Wave PEN Association, and has written seven poems, including "Weihe Beach", "One Man's Vastness", "Han Zongbao's Poems", and "Notes on Time", and now lives in Qingdao.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="750" > snake</h1>
Li Linfang
To be still is to listen. Wrap yourself around and coil up the running water
Coil into a treble clef
Entrenched in a valley
Alpine refuge, a small soothing transition on the spectrum line
The snake's head is high
The wind direction and insect noise are gradually becoming absent
If it is, it is incorporated into its genealogy
Never dare to look at it
Once alarmed, it is the fastest flash of time
Even escape, stealth from reality
Throw everything away in an instant—
A valley was confused
Frightened, clanging on the line of the mountain, it could not be entangled
Bone-chilling —
It's against me in Aijian
There is no trace of it
About author:Li Linfang, a native of Wulian, Shandong. His works have been scattered in domestic literary journals such as "People's Literature" and "Poetry Journal", and have been selected into dozens of annual poetry anthologies and poetry anthologies, and he has written many poetry collections. He has won the Outstanding Poetry Collection Award of the Poetry Journal, the Poetry Exploration • China Red Sorghum Poetry Award, the National Top Ten Teachers and Writers, and the China Sun City Poetry Award. He currently lives in Qingdao.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="752" > fireflies</h1>
Liu Cheng'ai
A lantern chased as a child
Again and again
Twinkle and sparkle
Accompany me on a long journey
Today, I'm old
In this late autumn without partners
I found it
The small hills of the year
Softly barked his own nipple name
It felt strange
Clap your hands
A small lantern from decades ago
It was shaking again
Back to my tears
About author:Liu Chengai, born in 1965, pingdu people in Qingdao. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He was the third president of the Chunni Poetry Society. Published several poetry collections.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="756" > dog baby flower</h1>
Jin Xiaojie
Nine-year-olds often lose everything
I can't bring an eraser or ruler for math class
I can't bring colored pencils for art class
Once, I couldn't bring forty dollars for lunch
Ten miles round trip
Measured the mountain road with my feet
Once again, the book bill was dropped
Xinhua Bookstore employees can't ask for money
Took away her half-used textbook
Thought it was a single parent
Thought to be a home visit during the stay-behind period
Her father was lying in bed
Smoking, drinking, doing nothing
Occasionally, she got up and calculated her stepmother's salary
A village surrounded by a north wind
The stone is cold and hard
Large swaths of dog flower grow here
Summer arrives
They pluck flowers out of barrenness
Like a bunch of children who don't know the world
Confused, they inquired about the world
About author:Jin Xiaojie, female, born in 1992, from Pingdu, Qingdao. He is a member of the Shandong Provincial Writers Association. He has published poems in Poetry Journal, Stars, Poetry Exploration, Caotang Poetry Journal, etc., and has been selected into a variety of anthologies. He is now a teacher at a primary school in Pingdu.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="757" > slow down</h1>
Lee Klee
If not seriously ill, he
Must be pushing the cup with a friend to change the cup, not drunk and not returning
Time dies out in the anesthesia of alcohol
Must be in a hurry
Ignore the scenery along the way
So many beautiful scenery to be self-congratulatory
Be sure to be flipping through your phone and reading in fragments
It made him forget the feeling of holding a thick paper book
Now that I have slowed down, I can't think fast enough
Circle around the village, short roads
It was soft, and he struggled to keep his balance
It took three days of footsteps without finishing
The rocking chairs on the balcony were rocking empty, nostalgic for shaking
Comfortable posture and happy laughter
How nice it would be to be able to turn back the clock
Snow fell, accompanied by snowflakes
Intermittent cries, falling slowly
To resist darkness and fear
The lights in his house were lit all night
About author:Li Keli, a native of Laixi, Qingdao, is a member of the Shandong Writers Association. For poetry, see "Poetry Journal", "Xingxing", "Shandong Literature", "Xinghuo" and other journals. He won the 3rd Manmatsuura Literary Newcomer Award. He is the author of the poetry collection "The Wind Blows".
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="760" > in the spring breeze, thinking of you</h1>
Zhou Huiye
This early morning, a few kilometers of the river
It's all mine, including the quiet wild ducks in the river
The same spring breeze as last year
Blow the world green layer by layer
I followed it and kept going
You meditate in the dew of the clover
You are one of the anglers
It's you who looks up slightly between the grasses
It's you who smile in the floral fragrance
I firmly believe that we have always been together
Elm plums and purple leaves on the shore are open for the first time
For a long time, I wandered and wandered in it
Like a lost drunkard
Recognize many plants as you
You are treated like a lot of plants
After a long time, I finally greeted a spring breeze
Holding a big willow tree, crying loudly
About author:Zhou Huiye, female, member of the Chinese Writers Association, contracted writer of Qingdao Literary Association. He is the author of several poetry collections.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" data-track="763" > stealth</h1>
Chen Liang
I forgot which year and which summer and which evening
The sun was buried in the soil, and the puppy was fighting against the incense
The yard presents a grass gray color
I heard someone whispering to me
But looking around you can't find anything
At this time, the melon flowers on the pig's nest suddenly bloomed
The flowers were large, and a merry moth was deeply trapped in it
Unable to extricate himself, the wings were eager and clear
Lapping at the inner walls of the flowers
The aroma in the courtyard suddenly became stronger
Elm tables, locust wood stools, coarse porcelain sea bowls
Red lacquer chopsticks, themselves took the initiative to set up in the yard
My grandfather, who had been a cargo man in his early years, squinted his eyes at the radio
Littlefoot's grandmother brought out a basin of lumpy soup from the dark room
As usual, we started dinner
I buried my head and drank intently and sucked
When I looked up, I suddenly found that my grandfather and grandmother were gone
But their bowls were still dangling in mid-air
The chopsticks are also moving, and you can hear them
Purring and drinking soup, I was a little anxious
Sweating profusely, crying, a moment of sorrow
They appeared again, looking at me kindly
It made me instantly confused and shy
Years later, when my grandfather and grandmother actually died
I didn't feel much sadness
I always thought they would be the same as that evening
It's just stealth, and we'll see you soon
About author:Chen Liang, born in 1975, from Jiaozhou, Qingdao. He is a member of the Ninth Plenary Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. He has won the Chinese Young Poet Award, the Li Shutong Poetry Award, the title of "Top Ten Peasant Poets", and the Taishan Literature Award of the Shandong Provincial Government. He was selected for the 30th Youth Poetry Club of poetry magazines. He is the author of several poetry collections.
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