Text/Pingzi
01
Stream years
Starlight last night
Fall into the tangled curve
A stamp of the Ugly Year meets you
Cold and rickety old ship
The wheels spin far away
Autumn water breaks the folds of the lotus face
How much is going against the current
Thrown on the stone platform of the ten-mile long pavilion
Who accompanies you? Accompany me cowardly
Look at the dusty spring colors in front of the window
Across the wind, across the rain
Look at those tearful eyes of mourning
02
Love from the past
Once upon a time, there were eyes passing through the walls
Messy in the wind
Ancient light and shadow mottled
Blurred a person's face
A strand of love rippled, and a strand of green silk sank to the bottom of the lake
Don't tell, the ship of memories can't find the other shore
Chatter whispers. The cold light was like a dagger
The moonlight refused to stop
Until the lichen seals the hot lips
Loss of free breathing
Sleepy dry lotus, tears cut through the center of the lake
One lap, one lap
03
The past
Once upon a time, roses lost their fragrance
Withered and stiff thorns
Quietly plunged into my chest
It rested coldly and silently
Aging petals tangled in the past
The night birds hid in the lotus room and chattered
Waiting for the lichen of the dry lotus to seal the red lips
I cried
Tears fell on the top of the mountain
Chattering with the wind is fate
The aperture of love cannot cover the fragrant air
No moaning, no sobbing and laughing
Scattered dandelions,
Take away countless fluffy sorrows
04
Lend you a hand
In the midst of grief, only a bouquet of residual flowers remains
Cry in the palm of your hand
Is this a gift of love?
I was so depressed and lonely when I wrote an unfinished poem
The dead branches outside the window whimpered
The westerly wind looms in time
Only the flute is gentle
Let the poetry ripple
A dream through time
Cut off senseless love
I can only say that I have failed
You roll up in grievances
Gently release again
That breath that can't be held
05
about
Stars, left behind
The love woven by the night is a woman
Hiding the sad time, I tied a knot in my chest
Where the river runs
Dreams are still flowing slowly
Hand over my password for this life
In the darkness, I saw past lives
The four seasons are shrouded in wind and rain
Strings of thin footprints
Grow strings of petals that are fragrant at night
Fell on the west windowsill
Who is it? Tap on the window ledge to send the autumn waves of reincarnation
About the Author
Pingzi, real name Zhang Huiping, Han ethnicity, born in April 1956, a member of the Communist Party of China, since 1980, has published many newsletters and essays in Shaanxi Workers Daily, Shaanxi Construction Daily, and Huashang Daily.
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