play
Want to watch the sunset with you in the Aegean Sea
Yes, that's it
Put your left hand around my waist
You know I'm willing to give you the best
Fingers squeezing bones, and the lapping of waves
How consistent. In the Aegean Sea
You are reality. It is also virtual
The rolling clouds above the sea, the passions that have been suppressed in life
Like the alcohol content accumulated by Turkish grapes
It needs to explode at some point
Love each other, hate each other
Then it will go up in smoke. Forgive me for loving you on the one hand
One side gives up on you
Whales leap up in rose gold at sunset
A black hole that sinks into the whirlpool of the deep sea
The joy of weightlessness is innate to me
lonely
Orchid Creek Mustard Garden
Winter skies
The mood of arias pervades
Like gray silk, sliding through
Mustard garden with red paint mottled porch roof
The black oak tree maintains the appearance of youth
It reminds people of Li Yucai's appearance
He also walked through the arched moon gate
Willow shadows reflect in the lake
The family drama class beauty water sleeve like a nickname
It seems that fate cannot be captured
But in this world, what is there?
Is it constantly graspable?
What we have, however
Isolated moments. Take off, jump
Even the most perfect arc will eventually need to land
You see, the old books that are hidden in the library
Will thrill everything
Fold them one by one. Time was quiet
At the small bridge, I sat down against the stone table
Hold tightly with a cup of hot tea
Come and drive away the wind chill that has been contracted in Gangnam
Fogang Night Drink
The winter in the south is warm and suitable for handing over
The driest part of life
Suitable for floating palm and plantain atmosphere
In the darkness of the night, sit back
Across two long tables, reunited people
Catch each other with your eyes
There's a sharp edge hidden in the joke
Wooden table top, knife fish
Tell the same waters to the flower carvings
The fallen peanuts show the richness of the red earth
Officials, journalists, businessmen, painters
At this time, all of them were stripped of their identities by the night
The kebabs are made into a bending water stream
What could be more real than this moment?
Guanyin Mountain, Yanling Mountain, Duhuang Mountain, Shijiao
Breathing silence beyond sight
And under the huge longan tree, crickets chirped
Water flowed like water over the poets' heads
Lower
The rain follows the slope of the wind
Smoothed out the potholes on the way down the hill
those
Low on weekdays, at this time
Reflects a brighter light
The higher protrusion is a new grave
Offerings in front of the tombstone
Not yet taken away by wild dogs
The burned paper ash was in the mud
Like black butterflies, their wings wet
But this sight is not frightening
There is a little peace in the silence. I
Hurried past the footsteps with the dead
constitutes something
The most original truth
On this nameless hill
The Luan tree spread out its curly foliage
Acacia dripping water. And death
It exudes the smell of grass
Calmed a man
In this earthly world
All the humiliation and sorrow
Apricot blossoms bloom at Fort Shoukou
Spring is late, but it is also coming
The thatch under the beacon was sucked up
Rain in April. No longer so desolate
The soldiers guarding the city unloaded their armor
Go till the fields and plant trees in the old days of the lunar calendar
Marry the village mouth with diligence
The emaciated little daughter of the tailor shop
He pointed to the rise on the loess mound
Pink purple smoke: apricot blossoms bloom
The apricot blossoms bloom. Apricot blossoms are falling.
Like a beautiful life in a chaotic world.
commandment
The woman wears a colorful coat, jeans, and even flesh and bone
She was fed up with the joys and sorrows of the world, and gradually she gathered up
Peacocks in the body
Monks go barefoot, hold pu fans, and wear orange and red robes
Walk side by side and whisper in Sinhala
At the Dambulla Cave Monastery, they met
Under the same wall, gaze
Spy on each other
The tiger waited for an opportunity
Walking along their respective precepts, the tiger roared back into the realm
The teenager turned his head frequently, and he did not know the pain of lust.
Walk outside Of Moscow
Stroll around the outskirts of Moscow
Straight birch groves will be one
Cut through a slender road with large green fields
Send to the far side. Occasionally there are a few Volgas
Roaring through the solemnity of this evening
The wind stopped. The wildflowers stopped rocking
The sunset shines through the shade of the trees
A small piece of clear water that seeps out of the swamp
A layer of rouge was laid out like her mood at this moment
She walked, holding a copy of Akhmatova's anthology
My mind was racing with the poems I had written over the years
And loved people
She walked in the smoke of the past
There was no more pain on the face. those
There are some memories that have not yet been lost
It was like a stone in her body that made peace with her
She has reached her twilight years
Now, she walked, pushing upwards
Wrapped in a royal blue fringed shawl
The path behind me had just fallen through the rain
The earth was soft and the blades of grass gathered to the last rays of the sunset
Destiny
I need to come back, so
I kept running away
I need consummation, so I am
Keep breaking yourself
I need to build on that
I destroy, destroy!
I ran away and came back. I break me
Glued together again. I am a craftsman
We are all craftsmen. Measuring, cutting, reforging
Love, hate, grow new life
We stand in our ruins
We are our own creation
New Year greetings
Indoors, I raise orchids
The blades are shaking again
I read Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva Pumen Pinnacle
To the elves who inhabit there
Someone was setting off firecrackers outside the window
Sulfur mixed with the smell of snow
Exploded in the air
It's like the first bells of the New Year
Such anxious pleasure
Much like you and me in 1976
You grabbed me and pulled open the door and rushed into the snow
I laughed, I squatted
You dragged little me
Glide through a large white expanse
We separated the snow until
A straight line appeared on the white paper of the earth
You taught me how to do it on thin ice
Stabilize the gyroscope
Homemade whip whips in
Rotate between the top and the ice surface
Sometimes it rings. Sometimes it doesn't ring
You taught me to write, but I did
I've never written a letter to you yet
I haven't seen you dad in forty years
You're in the cemetery
You stay in the time of forty years ago
Now I love my children
As you loved me
The firecrackers outside the window were still ringing like bells
We came to 2020 dad
Snow fell to cover the red scraps of paper that fell
Snow falls on the snow
One piece, two pieces
Countless pieces
It's your greeting. It's mine too.
Shi Shiran, real name Yuan Shiping, poet, painter, editor-in-chief of "Selected Poems of Chinese Female Poets", is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a contracted writer of Hebei Literature College, a member of the Hebei Provincial Artists Association, has published "Stealth Flight", "Only Darkness Makes the Soul Overflow", "Walking on the Streets of the Republic of China", "The Tree of Tuzi", "Qingyi Ji" and other poetry collections, the editor-in-chief of "Selected Poems of Chinese Female Poets", has won the Hebei Provincial Literary and Art Revitalization Award, the China Top Ten Female Poets Award, the "March Three" Poets Award and other honors, and the poems have been translated into English, French, Arabic, and Swedish , Romanian, Kazakh and other languages.