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.
Yang Chao, female, poet, travel expert, photographer, calligrapher, ancestral home of Qingxu, Shanxi, now settled in Beijing. In 1998, Lu Xun Literature Institute writers graduated, traveled to more than 50 countries, published poetry collections "The Road of Love", "Red Wine Drunk Goblet", some poems were translated into English, Japanese, French, Arabic and other languages, and published in domestic and foreign newspapers and periodicals. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the China Women Photographers Association.
Red wine drunk goblet
Yang Chao
late autumn
It's cold
Autumn eagerly grabbed
Tail of the setting sun
Pieces of fallen leaves stick to my head
afar
Darkness struck slowly
I ran wildly
Chase the faint light
Autumn stands on the twilight line
Speak out loud about the beauty of green leaves once upon a time
Can't run
Everything was quiet
I removed the fallen leaves above my head
Thrown into the air
Pieces of golden light
Brighter than the setting sun
Photo by Yang Chao
The goblet fell
Red blood filled the table
Awaken the acacia of the grapes
Grapes and glass are irrelevant things
Because the wine is related
Place with red wine
There are goblets
The goblet is as transparent as crystal
Haughty gesture
Always suppressing the fiery passion of red wine
Grapes are not willing to be lonely
It is better to go through many tribulations
Brew yourself into sake
Also challenge the pride of a tall wine glass
night
Look at the bright moon
Red wine always reminds of the vineyard
I miss the old farmer who grows grapes
He planted grapes all his life
But I've never drunk red wine
But in the pocket
But he kept carrying a goblet
Downflection
Original tone
It's no longer a tune
Upflection
There is no more space
Then downgrade it
Chant in a low pitch
Stones of the Old Summer Palace
That year
West of Beijing
Fire becomes a tool for washing
Three days and three nights
Splendid architecture
Turned into bare stone
Stones
Standing there
But the spine never falls
Look at the past
Reading the Rain
Speaks of pain
fire
Who put the fire
The stones will always be remembered
Because
Beautiful herbs
Can't cover it either
Full of scars
I firmly believe
There's a kind of power
It will spill out of the scars
Prague Square
Approaching you
Jolin Tsai's song "Prague Square" rings in my ears
Your ancient cuts shortened my long hair
The majesty of the building shook every nerve in me
Stand in the center of the square
I shook my body
Stuttering and dialogue with jan Huss's sculpture
Jan Huss
I'm coming
Where is the Trevi Fountain
The sculpture's eyes did not blink
Don't say a word
Quiet café know not to know
Lively bars know not to know
I'm going to make a wish
I am no longer sad
The Trevi Fountain is missing
My eyes widened
Let the exuberance of medieval Europe unfold before your eyes
Restore the pleasure I once had
Buildings of different styles
Like oil paintings
Obsessed with me
Reveled in me
I can't walk anymore
Lie in the square
Wait to be captured by Prague Square at dusk
The night is also intoxicating
Tonight
Walk in the night
Leave a string of strings
Crooked footprints
I didn't drink
It's true
It's just that
I haven't walked at night for a long time
Night
Got drunk on me