In 2012, Xuanyuan Shike spoke on behalf of the winners at the People's Literature and Literature Award
Xuanyuan Shike: Born in January 1971, a native of Linyi, Shandong, a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a signed contract with the Shandong Writers Association
Writer, Distinguished Professor of the College of Liberal Arts, Linyi University. Author of the poetry collection "Watching the Rain in the Human World", "Guangling San", "
Hide a Sea", "Pick a Scooter", "Russia Run Wild", some of the works have been translated into English, German and Russian
, Japanese, Korean, Danish, and Spanish published overseas.
Poems for Spring
Passing by spring
I pretend to be benevolent
I was covered in grass
He wears a canopy on his head
I carried a towel of white clouds in my hand
A cigarette with flowers in his mouth
My kettle was freshly thawed river
I had a stack in my backpack
Mountains of thousands of purples and reds
I imitated spring to dress myself up
Attempt at the city gate
Muddle
A group of animals that have just come out of the hole
Act as a goalkeeper
Portrait of the bounty
Look at me
Finally no flaw was found
Mixed into the spring
I was secretly smiling
Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is not spared
Striding over from behind
One tore off my disguise
The one that was revealed
Snow covered face
To know the taste of pears
Plant a pear tree first
It is necessary to find the spring that is suitable for growing pears first
It will be born before spring
Thrive after birth eat well
Parents travel not far away and do not do business
Don't do work, don't work, don't work, don't do official
Don't go abroad, don't go into the palace, don't go into the monasteries
Don't go into the detention center, don't get close to women, don't get close to people
Don't hang out with fruit vendors
Don't get along with the world of scratching your head
Nothing is useful Sit still
Embrace a god-given pear pit
Sit in the spring, sit in the spring
Like roots trapped in dirt
Even if it doesn't grow any grass
Even if it bears fruit
Always think only about the taste of pears
Let the tongue moss guard the body like jade
Bite
need
You need to have an axe
It's not splitting us
An iceberg in your heart
It's about splitting this to split the iceberg
Thoughts
By this thought
frozen
We do our own thing in the bitter cold
How many springs were wasted
Named
Facing the wilderness
I yelled
spring
Countless little grasses
Drill out of the soil
Shout in unison
arrive
Tell them not to come
Tell them
Not yet
Just don't come
Apples here
It's done
The branches and shade of apple trees
It's also finished
The roots of the tree were also excavated
Divided
Soil and moisture for planting trees
The sunlight and air were also divided
The birds that perched on the branches were also divided
After this piece of sky is divided
You are invited to come
I
It was also torn apart
It's all divided
A pinch of snow
Out of all the snow
Use my hands as an altar
See my gaze as tyranny
See my body temperature as a torment
After scraping off my palm prints
Not seen at the finger slit
Since then I have held out ten fingers
I can't tell the difference between fate and fate
All the snow became my altar
I used my burning feet
Step by step, the palm prints of the earth are cut
Always thought
Spring can leak through the fingers
Sting day, mainly guarded
The sting is suitable for going out of the nest, suitable for flying into the sky and whispering
Suitable for holding the spring mud stop and shaping a statue for the spring
Hang it under the eaves and stand on the treetops
The sting is suitable for going out of the cave, and it is suitable for following the king to patrol the mountains
It is suitable for wearing two pairs of woolen socks at the foot of the mountain and tying a clear spring to the mountainside
Suitable for pushing Twin Peaks into UNIQLO, crackling
Wildflowers bloom from cliff to cliff, and the sting is suitable for travel
Stuff the wind and snow into the sac, and stuff the wind and moon into the chest cavity
Ride the sun to wherever you go, jump off your bike as soon as it gets dark
Use the starry sky as a hotbed for hatching meteorites
The sting is suitable for going out of the mountain, regardless of whether there is a knock on the door by Xuande or not
Wake up from the grass hall where you are sleeping enough, and push away the eyes covered by eyelashes
Pushing aside the hut covered by the book boy, in the middle of the long
As in the world, the world is so big, you want to see
There's nothing scary about losing the street kiosk, sitting on the high-speed train
The White Emperor City will float like a red ribbon, and the sting is suitable for publication
Use the breeze to quickly print the riverside and pull the weeping willows into straight plates
Blow the water out of the folds and put the roast duck off the porcelain plate
Blow into the ripples and let them sing to the heavens
Don't take the snow-white throat, the sting is suitable for the out of the mind
The snowmen were stunned and turned into puddles or small rivers
It all depends on the traffic arrangement, and some take into account the personal image
I had to jump on the cold air and retreat toward Harbin, encountering along the way
Send warm volunteers, they dare not make a sound
Sting is suitable for going out of the water, whether it is Sister Furong or Brother Sharp
Spring is the same and will bring sparkling waves
Like a tight curse on your head, you just have to accompany it on the westward journey
It will unravel the sea for you, with waves hanging from your face
Stings are suitable for marriage, and in the spring you come in a flower palanquin, you just need to have strength
You can topple the car, upside down in the red sorghum, upside down in the green yarn tent
A groom who does not turn the car is not a good donkey friend, and spring is suitable for travel
The sword is not necessary, the fruit knife is not necessary, the battle is not necessary
This barren face pinched out by the cold winter, you are qualified
See the bamboo roaring, see the wind rushing, see the mountain is not a mountain, see the rain is not tears
Seeing that the heavenly geese had raised the election of Yingchun, I remembered it
He had also been a strong man, and was pulled into a frozen dream by hibernation
Spring
I put spring on the table
It crushed the desktop
The new forest was just too heavy
I put spring in the palm of my hand
It flowed out of the finger slit
The newly thawed river is too watery
I put spring in my eyes
It jumped out of its orbit
The squirrel that just came out of the hole is really too good to sneak
I put spring on the road
It pounced on the car window
The girl who just brushed the screen is really good at shooting
I put spring in heaven
It fell to the world
The just round spring thunder is really too good to roll
I put spring on the tip of my heart
It pervaded the blood vessels
The lilies that have just opened are so smoky
I put spring above my head
It overwhelms people and can't lift their heads
The grasslands that have just returned to green are really green
I put spring on my face
It slid out of the chin
The snow in the spring is too fluttering
I put Spring downstairs
It leads straight to the top of the building
The climbing tiger that has just come out of the cage is really good at climbing
I put spring in the water
It shredded the reflection
The red ling that has just come out of the water is really sunny
I put spring in Gangnam
It ran to Mongolia
The spring breeze that has just opened is really too high-speed rail
I put spring at the airport
It was searched out of the spring heart
The flower branches that have just been recruited are really too many stewardesses
I put spring on the hillside
It was covered as a spring boudoir
The newly knotted bamboo forest is really too luban
I put spring in a casserole dish
It was boiled into an aphrodisiac
The freshly deboned landscape is too flat
I set spring in the city
The city is limiting its number
Only half the spring color can be driven per day
I set spring in the countryside
The countryside is getting around
The part-time workers' bags packed half of the spring rolls
I put spring at the station
The station is in the spring
Pieces are transported to all corners of the world in the spring
I set spring in Africa
There is spring in Africa
It pushed it into the hot summer with a black face
I stand spring at the South Pole
Antarctica spikes spring
It pulled its face and almost shut it into the iceberg
I simply don't stand up for spring
Put it down and stuff it into the dream
In a dream
It stood up
