Campus 丨 Northwest University Creative Writing Class Poetry Series (2)

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Northwest University Creative Writing Class Poetry Series (2)

Moon

◎ Talk about Rongna

At that time, the moon phase was complete

I looked up, and the red light was faint

You look out the window, and the clouds are heavy

We laughed at each other

One without a month, one alone

The moon is beautiful, and the pain is not deep

I dipped myself into the sauce jar early

Bubbles ferment

It was pierced by the moonlight and cracked one by one

The ground is two thousand miles

Gathered into a point by the moon

It is also pulled into an infinite length of time

We lost time with each other

Fill the wasted everyday life

It can't be reduced to camaraderie

Nor can I go to insight

In this brief moment

You hold the worldly moon

I have the moon in the sky

When love is born

◎ Hu Yuying

In the black night when all the light is extinguished

In the silence of the moonlight, where there are no street lights or candles

I draw a bow and shoot arrows

Aim at the living

There was a guy who was ahead of me

Wishing you failure, I said,

That's what happens to anyone who offends me—

"Sigh" and open your eyes

But there was no trace of the arrow feather on the target

Then there I was, standing still, pulling the bow

Then let it go

The arrow galloped forward

A small fragment of my soul

Bright red arrow feathers rubbed the fire

It's like a shooting star

Fall in the center of the circular target

It's like a steam hammer

Shot into her stomach wearing a dark sweater

The stomach screamed

Because of pain, joy, or shame

Heart in the rain

◎ Wang Yue

Inferiority and sensitivity breed from the shell of mediocrity

The head of the man bowed in response to the moldy rain

This rain should not have fallen on her beloved night

This is a slander of the night

She wanted to please the dream to excuse herself

But God's reward should not belong to the majority

He brings pain and sorrow to misguided children

Good collection of tears slipping from the heart

Then refine the tears into gifts for a few

It was named Talent

night

◎ Bai Xinyu

Travel between the boundaries of darkness and light

Tree shadows mottled and falling on your shoulders

I carefully held the fragments of the moonlight

Rush to you

Leave a gust of wind behind

Scattered with thousands of tiny stars

You ask me: Why cut off the moonlight?

I was just silent

There is no reason for this

It's just that the moon is very beautiful

It's just that you happen to be standing in the light

Bowing his head and chanting:

"Bright moon and bright night light..."

wise man

◎ Su Fengxian

There is a wise man in my heart

Let me be a boatman and go with the water

The wise old God is here

The course of life is made of water

The past is over, don't worry

We live in a kaleidoscope

The world is always moving

Arrogance becomes a cage

Ideals become overseers

We just have to keep running

Step by step, it is created

I, still have me

He warned me not to learn to wander

The green light was flickering non-stop

Beautiful songs came from the harbor

The concussion was in my chest

Be a blue whale in the next life

◎ Zhang Xiaoyue

Cruise on the black seabed

Swallow and spit tens of thousands of colorful small fish

Don't worry about eating and wearing

Aimless all day long

Cycles along the monsoon climate and ocean currents

Fused into the form of seawater

I'm not afraid of any species

Except for the fishermen off the coast of Japan

meet

◎ Chen Yubing

The salesman was busy taking off the promotional card for the package

The child hesitated at the window

What to fill in the rubble

The green is dull and khaki is gorgeous

With the touch of a finger, you can penetrate the hard transparent mirror

English comes from bumpy prosody

Life discards tradition according to the old shell of the cicada

Proton copy-pastes the shadow looking up

Kites and other winds stir ripples

Hello deconstructed

The current sucks through every inch of the rubber

Embarrassed to attack the city

Wave in vain

Skin puncture into the next second pause

Even if it's a tough fight with the extreme

No one cares

Summer is aimless

A familiar separation is playing out

Father

◎ Chang Yujuan

Father stood up straight

Stands in the middle of the children

Like a mountain, but also like a dumb

Above his head, the wind and rain were whimpering

Hit him in the eyes and shoulders

The father was silent

Not a word

The children were happily playing

His daughter later learned

Father became very stupid

For many years, he forgot how to say it

Look for Chang'e against the moon

◎ Horseman

Looking for Chang'e against the moon,

Chang'e can't find it,

And there is no jade rabbit,

They may all be on the side I can't see.

But I found something dark,

What is that?

Perhaps, it is laurel?

Or a palace?

Next to a wisp of tulle wafted in,

Stay by the moon for a long time.

I know!

It was Chang'e who was drying her fairy dress!

Great Wall

◎ Zhang Shimeng

The Rangers in the books are always teenagers,

Take the vastness of Kyushu into your heart,

Kneaded Kunpeng into the ambition of wanli.

Chang'an's station, Gusu's ship,

The afterglow under the Great River.

The west wind and the bag leave a sassy figure,

Skimming away the wine of a thousand days.

When the white hair is dyed with the desolation of the world,

When the withered hands no longer tremble,

the length of a lifetime,

It is the broken tiles of the Great Wall;

And the road of a lifetime,

Just walk on the Great Wall.

(Excerpted from the second half of Yanhe Magazine, Issue 1, 2022)