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.
Xiao Yu, whose real name is Yang Jie, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a director of the Guizhou Writers Association. He has published 14 long poems, 5 lyric poems, and edited 60 poetry collections and anthologies. The "main theme of the long poem trilogy", "No Retreat is the Road", "Decisive Battle of Poverty", and "Avenue Out of Qian" won the Fifth Wujiang Literature Award of Guizhou Province.
Go to Xiaogaozhai to catch the market
Whispers
The sunshine of the same union
I ran in unison
Find a forest of your own
Green bar forest, pine forest, maple forest, rainy sycamore forest
I stood among the banana leaves behind the village committee
Hand over the lungs of lightning to the forest
Let it be cleaned, let it be washed with the stream of my little village
Also use the same soft sunlight to dry
Pick it up and return it to Tsuneko
Tonghe Village, Ziyun County. Photography in this issue: Whispers
New soil
Raindrops in the countryside get up early
Counting birdsong, also praised the arrival of this round of new soil
I put this new layer of soil at the small entrance of the village
There are earthworms squirming, and bud seeds germinating
It's Children's Day
My time in the village was like this new pile of soil
Yesterday was still a notebook in a rocky wilderness
Plant a hoe to loosen the soil
Face this new soil that spits out its fragrance
Face this excavator that buries its head in the dirt
The new soil in my heart is already full of flowers
Mango seeds
The night in the mountain village is too intense
Moths are also intense
A momentum rushed towards the light
Until the cocoon stands alone, or the body is crushed to pieces
Saw last night's moth
I know that the lonely village is full of bitterness
I knew there must be rain this morning
I know there is mango's wheat waiting to be harvested
I knew that the rice with the mango was about to be sown
Just use this chair and the same table I bought ten days ago
Freeze yourself here
Accompany the mango seeds and raindrops that arrive on time
Ah, the season in May
The rain fed last night's frogs
Rain filled the village's river
The rain swayed the wildflowers that bloomed on the side of the road
Rain is the ploughing cattle led by Bui Abba
Reflections, cooking smoke, straw grass, reverie
It's a lot of color
The wind creature will slowly stand up and report its name
From the mouth of Miao's sister and Bui's mother
Some of the flowers have names that are more or less awkward
Like a wind in the mountains
Given the poverty of my words and the shallowness of my insights
Urgently need to be groped, silky
With tao and reason and disposition and context and the season of blossoms
I believe in the precipitation of time
I hope that all the edges and corners will slowly circle themselves
The work of touching bypass will also be slowly cultivated
I'm still confident
The wind creature will stand up and give its own name
Wait until we're fully ripe
Night with snakes
Patrol the village fish pond back
I met snakes biting frogs with the moonlight
I enjoy such loneliness
Qu Yuan, Wu Zixu or other nostalgia
Excessive loneliness cooked rice dumpling leaves in the high temperature of June
I don't know when I am more and more encouraged to learn to be alone
Lonely, it's all right
I firmly believe that the empty stars and the night are also thinking
It's lonely now
But it's bound to light fireflies in the village basketball basket
I will also meet a glimmer of light in the smallest village
After all, walking is colorful
Includes a lot of black and white
And that includes the snake I least want to see
Lotus dream
If next year is today, here
It is three hundred acres of lotus flowers
The canyon is green fat red skinny
You can carry your pavilion
Oil-paper umbrella, singing with my cicadas and frogs
As for the creek
Because it's too clear
Whether there are fish or not, you ask the fish
I only dream of my heart burning under the hot sun
You can cultivate the dreams of lotus flowers and water lilies
Out of the mud without staining
Learn butterflies to be a little more relaxed
I've been hesitating, and so has the rain
Probably only summer rain
It is easy to be understood as the fast walking of the time tunnel
If it weren't for the fact that the rain was too intense and the valves were vented everywhere
I stopped at the window ledge of a small dormitory in the village
Will you learn butterflies to be a little more free
Leave only the address of the village for the gorgeous flowers
My umbrella didn't answer me
On Wednesday, I carried the morning light to the small high village
Buy vegetables, catch up with the market, and collect the people's customs and public opinions
I wandered in front of Uncle Buyi's little soup pot again and again
I'm going to try firewood
Try the green peppers that the soup pot owner's kitchen knife beat flat
The hustle and bustle of the countryside can hide from the rain
Fellows carry glutinous rice wine not to get wet
The rain was pouring down heavily this Wednesday
I prepared an umbrella for the convenience of the people at the entrance of the village committee
But no one came to pick it up
Kites in the mountains
The kite twists and blows with the wind
Blowing red roses in early summer in the village for a while
The next moment, the kite will cushion itself
Blown high
Yamaoka is a paradise for kites
As I was spurned by you
I'm stubborn
You are cold and cold
You and I insist on "no change" in the philosophy of "no concession"
Keep flying stoically for a while
Let's go hand in hand
Trace
Milk pulp bacteria
Shan Zhen climbed out of the book booth
The village chief said it was milk pulp bacteria
Wild, wild, grown out of the dirt
It was yesterday afternoon homecoming
Encounter through a wet green bar forest
There was a sexual encounter, said the village chief
Wonderful milk syrup
It is non-toxic when worn with fern stems and leaves
remark:
1. Tonghe refers to Tonghe Village, Pandang Town, Ziyun Miao Buyi Autonomous County, Guizhou Province.
2. Xiaogaozhai refers to a group in Tonghe Village, which rushes to the market every Wednesday.