Preface
The "vernal equinox" day and night are divided equally for 12 hours each, and the vernal equinox is in the 3 months of spring, which is equally divided into spring. After the spring equinox, the climate is mild, rainy and sunny. During the spring equinox, you can fly kites, eat spring vegetables, stand eggs, etc. On the occasion of the arrival of the spring equinox, the editorial department of "Poetry, or Far Away" organized poets in the group to create works under the theme of "Spring Equinox".
The same topic aims to improve the enthusiasm of writing, find excellent poetry, thank you for the active participation of poets, the excellent works of the same topic are pushed to the official WeChat public account of Qilu Evening News, and good poems and positive contributors to the group will be selected in each issue of the same topic.
A total of 14 excellent works were received in this same topic, which were pushed on the day of the Spring Equinox, welcome to read and share.
equinox
Liu Wenlong (Inner Mongolia)
The spring breeze blows and the turbidity begins to clear
All the weirdness faded off the disguise
The reins need to be tightened, before the cliff
Look at the horse that broke the time
Bring right and wrong, good and evil into the atmosphere of grass and trees
Everything is always circulating, or dividing equally in opposition
Flowing water fills the desolation low
The flowers are enchanting to the heights
The buds stick out their heads and wash the wind dust with green
In the world where virtual and real are interspersed, the eyes of grass and trees are innocent and clear
It's the thought of waking up
Attached to the foliage
The most beautiful time gives birth to the most beautiful youth
Zhang Guangchao (Beijing)
After the spring equinox, there is more rain
Day and night, each with its own heart
Divide evenly the traces left by the spring wind
I may be the last wisp of spring wind to land
When it falls, it is only necessary to lightly touch it
The heart of the ripples, like wings
Today, there is a spring breeze around every corner
I was deep at the bottom of the wind
Hurrying the pace of the season
Wave after wave of the breath of spring
The wind warmed and blossomed, and I shrank into a part of the spring wind
Borrow my presence and future in tandem
Time passed and I couldn't hold myself
Pengju (Hubei)
On this day,
Light and darkness each have half a pool to compromise
The fold that fuels the withering glory.
On this day, the grass is green and the flowers are bright, and the moon is light and the wind is light,
Enough earth to wash away the fatigue of a winter.
On this day, there are people in peace, there are people
In fear —
The human world is big enough to walk out of sight
Habitat. You can't
It is impossible to wash away all the struggles with samsara
In the midst of uncompromising war,
Balance light and darkness.
Even if it's only short enough
Those who escaped under the guns, stepped on the green again.
Sun Shuangli (Shandong)
Spread out a touch of spring in the direction of the wind
At this point, I tried to read it
For whom the colors come and for whom
Traveling near dawn
Turn around, hidden in the soaked loneliness
So the dividing line of non-non-convergence
In a shallow understanding, the intention to dissolve is understood
The rain hollowed out and filled the eye sockets
When to let go, when to hug
It's all judged by the wind
Liu Li (Liaoning)
Spring in the north is always slower
Only three points so far
One into the water, one into the grass and trees
A point is always in the hearts of the people
Last year's tree began to stir
In the distance, you can see the faint green
When you get closer, you will find shy little flower buds
They desperately want to blossom this year's flowers
It seems that all it takes is last night's east wind
Throw a wink
The things that were full of enthusiasm came
Zhang Yunxiang (Shandong)
At this time, the green leaves of revival breed longing
Not a drop of rain is willing to live in the clouds
A lot of dead things, in a hurry
To return the soul, to rebirth
The rain gives birth to white valleys
The clouds in March are so thick that they resemble thick wheat fields
The species is still being planted, the one that should be opened is still open
A drizzle, a light wind. now
Hear the sound of falling flowers in the distance
A ubiquitous sound evokes the silence of the earth
March is full of people who want to get involved. Stoop
Pick up childhood ballads
In a place where there is cooking smoke, simple, put the stone to sit hot
Pull a handful of roadside cauliflower
Take the days home, count and count
Write the verse into this deep twilight
Field Cloth (Henan)
The sun was falling and some birds were singing
Break the silence of the world. All details
Can't stand the gentle kiss of the wind
A bug, hiding in a verdant crevice
Wait for strangers or familiar people, listen
A kind of déjà vu, or a kind of trance
There will be a pair of warm hands reaching over
Hold a touch of warmth, and raise it up section by section
Pleasant or painful, the leaves are shaded
Like increasingly thick bird song
The village is getting warmer and warmer, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers
Read the echo of the empty mountain bird language
Dandong Liwei (Liaoning)
Dragonfly flaps its wings
is transparent. Wheat seedlings rush across the earth
Green waves, like piping hot language
Spread the plot deeper
Nestled by the water, the village has a beard
So peaceful. A few white clouds in the sky moved
Skimming the ravines of the years
Leaves on the shore
In lyricism, the birds continue to hide their identities
Grasses grow in the winds of the Central Plains
It lives a lonely, humble life
Back to the dirt
Spring, paradise on earth
The river is roaring and the heart tends to be calm
Guo Shuping (Shaanxi)
The east wind prompts flowers to bloom, and stings break through the fortress
The stream hums a charming little tune
I embrace all your unruly and petty temper
Like the earth encompasses every texture
The cold behind the silence, stubborn and bookish
You see that distant mountain Dai, Yun Shan Heavy, Xiao Shan Qing
Look at the waves that help me, the wind that pushes me, the wind that lifts me
The shadow that never abandons, accompanied by the eternal empty name
Flowers full of wind and sleeves, what year is this evening
Good wine. It just so happens that you are here, and it just so happens that I am coming
It happens that the wind of March stirs the heartstrings
A crane chirped and fell into the lake, causing layers of waves
Watch the lonely hong disappear and the red dust
Three thousand bright, not enough for you to live a warm life
A sword seals the throat (Anhui)
The yin and yang fish turn, and the sky is getting late
On one side is the human world, on the other side is nature
I stand on the line and watch people coming and going
See leaves blooming
This is the vernal equinox, divided into three parts of spring water
I hope for a realm of well-being, empty skies
Empty streets, weeping begonias
You're pink, into tonight's rain
Enlighten a few people to dream lightly
Drizzle like melancholy, a few words of gossip
Don't hate spring, don't hate spring
Only oil salt chai rice
Just look forward to the night after
Tranquility and harmony sunshine
Tian Xuemin (Shandong)
Sent away, the cold of Spring
The stings rolled over, and the spiritual rain waddled
Halfway through, rest, wait and see, shy
The direct sunlight makes nature more powerful
Green looms, buds spread their wings, swallows fly, water is green
All the budding, the sprint. The scene was full of life
Willow rioted, and some news followed the wind and dripped
Enthusiasm, companionship. The next clarity is you
Fluffy, the foreshadowing of the phantom of wisdom
Slowly pulling open half of the curtain, Zi Yan hong
Imminent
Feng Qingyueming (Shandong)
Tomorrow the rain is beautiful. milky
The cloud sponge stretched for tens of millions of miles
I stopped and rejoiced. The lettuce plant as far as the eye can see
Spring glory of small yellow flowers
Remind me of that "chained woman case."
Like a color
"The Supreme People's Procuratorate is supervising the thorough investigation of the 'Chained Woman Case'
Where justice can't go, there's public opinion."
I thought about it. Look at the moldy moss on the grass
Greet the sun with bitter lettuce
Shi Qilin (Anhui)
The paddy field and the village girl have been returned to memory
You can still hear the laughter of the reflection
Without lightning, the seeds will wake up as scheduled
Swallows are ripe when they see people
There is not necessarily a past life
The water was warm, and the willow buds smiled like flowers
The virus locked in the population, and the quiet of the streets fell into loneliness
The wind and rain outside the window are handed over
This season of paper kites is destined to miss this season of spring light
I heard that the pandemic can stop in the mountains
By the Sea (Anhui)
It's like not writing poetry for a long time
Not a single poem was published in the journal
But the gaze never stopped, still
Obey my heart and grow tall
Every inch of time
It's a hot or cold day
An old cotton jacket was taken off and worn
Compared to the camphor tree in front of you
New shoots sprouted, and a bunch of old faces fell
Flat and straight. On the side of the season
I often think about it again, breaking a touch of time
How much force is needed
Only in this way can we balance loneliness and loneliness
I kept walking along the edge of the day
The road surface is high and low, you come and go
Poetry and Faraway Editorial Office
Consultant Liu Xiangdong Kong Kunming
Honorary President by the Sea Guo Shuping (Jungle Deer)
Editor-in-Chief Liu Xiuhua (Feng Qing Yueming)
Associate Editor Mu Jian Youfeng
Executive Editor-in-Chief Liu Wenlong Pengju
Director of the Editorial Department Liu Li Xuanweizi Field Cloth Cloth
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