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.
Recent photo by the author. Photograph: Wu Changqing
Zhang Zhaohui, pen name: Zhaohui, born in 1972, a native of Pinghe County, Fujian Province, currently lives in Zhangzhou. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Fujian Writers Association, a member of the Fujian Calligraphers Association, and the deputy secretary-general of the Zhangzhou Poetry Association. His works have been scattered in relevant newspapers and networks, and have been selected into various poetry anthologies such as "Yearbook of Young Chinese Writers (2017-2018 Volumes)", "Selected Works of Fujian Excellent Literature in 70 Years (Poetry Volume)", "Selected Works of Writers in Zhangzhou City (Poetry Volume)", "300 Contemporary Chinese Poems" and so on. Published his collection of poems "Exotic Land" and "Fragments of Language".
Cross the green light to eat a bowl of bean blossom vermicelli
Zhang Zhaohui
In June, heavy rain poured down
The heat forces out the sweat of the day
It's not easy for anyone
Spray plants with pesticides or water droplets
Live for each other
It was a day of heavy rain
How many people are inexplicably excited
What should come and go
Inner thunderbolt
Finally erupts after the limits of restlessness
Sing wildly when crying or crying with joy
Heavy rain in June
Grass and trees
Whose weakness turned to vastness
The one that envelops everything
Rush east
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Calligraphy: Zhang Zhaohui
The fruit of midsummer
Shooting stars polish the hearts of the summer
I doubt the sincerity of its communication with the sky
On a roof full of silence
A lamp gradually depletes the sun's energy
Seven-mile aroma mixed with hops
The bottom of the tea sinks the cup
He finally understood
A grape that doesn't want to make progress
It is past the ripe age
Homecoming Doll Book
Orchestral music penetrates deep into the heart of the mountains
Red-yellow persimmons hang from the branches
Wait for the birds to invade
Children of the new age have no desire for mountain fruit
What they love is the preset stimulation program in a small piece of the machine
The distant mountains are lonely
Like the story of youth locked in the afterglow of the setting sun
The noise of leaves in late autumn
Like a thousand keys dropped
The spring water ding-dong
It seems that the details of the memory are suddenly broken
A sedan in the latest series
Drive into the newly built tunnel named after this hill
There's sunshine over here
There was a marshmallow fog
I don't understand
I am as full of compassion as you
From north to south
Rush away
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Pilgrimage to Sampeiji Temple
The mountain road is full of turns
The shaky car pushed away the fog
Birdsong awakens empty mountains
Calm the bumpy heart
Ask the Zen master for the mystery of a small piece of paper
A school of fish swims to the sky under the water
Tigers and snakes guard justice
Each of the zodiac signs has an exact location
In fact
A life of trepidation is nothing more than the blossoming of camphor flowers
From reality to dream
A string of fierce firecrackers shattered misery and delusion
The burning mood finally turned into pure light ash
Silence falls
streetlight
All night
It stooped down and looked down
The endless stream of beetles panicked and hurried
It's about going on a mission to make a living
Or rush home to clean up the tiredness of the day?
Day after day
It stares at the strong, the fragile, the good, the evil in the hard shell
And their chases, their collisions
Sometimes even shattered to pieces
exist
What a helpless choice!
It scoured up countless pieces of evidence
But they can't stop clinging to life
Under the sky
look up
A deep well in the sky
The mountain peaks are like torches
Phantom soars
then
I was a teenager
What a trepidation about the future
Grass and trees perceive destiny
Those turbulent days
Stumbled into the distant mountains
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air conditioning
In the middle of summer
It's been like a day for more than a decade
Work hard
Brings me a touch of coolness
Inside the house
It has a yellowish complexion
gasp
Outside the house
It trembled
Shout at the top of one's lungs
Even the cat stared at it for a long time
Full of doubts
Just like my years when I was no longer arrogant
Awaiting overhaul
The weather station issued a frost warning
Wait patiently at the intersection for the red light countdown
Imagine a steaming bowl of bean blossom vermicelli and its ingredients
Braised eggs, large intestine, duck blood, celery jasmine, coriander, minced garlic, pepper, vinegar...
The first position on the right side of the window
Empty chairs await my arrival
2014 instantly became a dream memory
I feel incredibly happy at this moment
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Great poetry
I would love to write great poetry
For example, the day is over the mountains
This is a pervasive poem that is a household name for all ages
There was also a gentle I went as I came softly
This romantic classic
These scenarios
Seems to be rolling through my mind
Why didn't I write it?
One day
My friend suddenly read it out to me
"Weak fritters, and dead brine eggs"
I couldn't help but rejoice
My poems can be remembered
moment
I feel like this is something I've written so far
The greatest poems
gap
Fill the gaps in the days with a lifetime of effort
Sometimes it's a bit of a chicken feather
When I was a child, I lived with elephants in my heart
Dream full
When I was a teenager, I had a deer in my heart
uneasy
Thirty barely have a place to stand
The days are stuffed with the crumbs of existence
Forty unbridled ignorance
The thunder of the days shattered the innocence
Fifty and know the Destiny
Sponge of the day
It is still difficult to distinguish between water and salt
Walk in the gaps of the day
A lifetime is nothing more than a sigh