Compassion in Landscapes (Group Poems)
Bridge of Flowers
Time is pillow water, I can't figure it out
Flower bridge, like clouds of smoke like ramie past
One end of the bridge is Dong'an, and the other end is the cold water beach
Dongan comes to the wind and cold water beach to go to the water
Separate here. Wind and water take turns
Flowers bloom in spring and summer, and the bridge is west and east
Intentionally or unintentionally, each has its own elegance and its own uniqueness
Huaqiao Old Street, the story of bluestone slab inlay
Covered with wrinkles. The classical charm here
Use time to express vicissitudes, and use space to express simplicity
Some thick native sounds
I can't understand it, but I warm the wanderer's face to the sky
The footprints of the return
Above the flower bridge
Countless people, animals, or everything pass by
Coming and going, back and forth
They all passed each other in the dark
Maybe they don't know each other, maybe they've always been friends
Maybe it's been a stranger since then
There is a fate between bridges and people
Some of the bridges you spent, all the way to the spring
There are some bridges that you can never get over, just waiting at the head of the bridge
Outside the flower bridge, I don't wait for the flowers, and I don't wait for the bridge
I wait for myself
Wait for a boat to cross the river
Across the river, for many years
Wenchang Pavilion is like a solemn courtyard
Every day, Master Ni dialed lamps, meditated, and knocked on wooden fish
Chant the sutra every day, burn incense, and worship the Buddha
Besides
There is no hair on the head, and the head is not messed up
There is no obstacle in the heart, and the heart is not disturbed
Sometimes, it is silent and invisible
Sometimes, the surplus is the lack, and the lack is the fullness
All empty. sometimes
Pick up or put down, get or give up
After experiencing endless entanglements and grinding, it is finally complete
The sound of prayers coming from the cabinet was like a breeze
I was looking for a ferry port on the banks of the Xiang River
Wait for a boat and cross me across the river
The bells of Takayama Temple
The snow is slowly melting, and some creatures are frozen to death and hidden
Quietly arching, slowly recovering
The thick and long bells of Dun came out of Dongshan
Hurry up and order. I listened in the West Hills
Ring the bell 108 times, 108 kinds of troubles
All are peacefully laid down with the sound of the bell
It is a privilege to listen to such bells, such as reading the Heart Sutra
Hate, love and part, can't ask
Fate arranges the upper or lower signature
It is all the Tao, and the Tao is natural. Cannot be rejected
The morning bell of Takayama Temple is a twilight drum, one after another
If you come, you go
My heart is at peace and simple
Reluctance to blossom in the dust
At Xiaoxiang Zen Temple
Up the slope, the next slope
At the lowest latitude of Xiaoxiang Park, sanskrit sounds like water
Cigarettes are like clouds. The door of Xiaoxiang Zen Temple is open
The master inside: the mind is calm and natural, and the peace is like a vegetarian
People outside enter: a blazing incense, a bowing prayer, a prayer
Those who wear robes to chant the scriptures can really do it
Forget the red dust of the world, and give up the belongings of your family?
If you can, even if you look at everything, your body and mind will stop
Those who pray for incense can really borrow a prayer
Eliminate all evil obstacles and scourge the dirt of the heart?
If you can, even if you kneel on the futon, don't get up
And I, a passer-by of faith
I like to stand in front of a bodhisattva and bathe in the ethereal sound of chanting
I like to watch the incense candle slowly burn embers
Then walk around the door
Even if you leave
The lights of Xiang Zero Mountain
Xiang Zero Mountain, non-mountain. Ishiiso is a natural island
It stands in the middle of the Xiaoshui River
Incense zero smoke and rain, the water waves are vast, going north
There is a Kannon Pavilion on the island, and there are lights in the pavilion
The bamboo rows, wooden rows, and boats of Du Pang Ling descend with the water
Pass through the Xiang River, enter the Dongting, and go to the Yangtze River
On the way, rapids, whirlpools, dangerous shoals, the fate of the unknown
The lamp is a beacon and the river is bright
The road ahead is smooth
A person's life is like a long river
As long as there is a lamp in the heart, there is a mighty breath
Wherever you go, the roads are wide
Not far away
The apple island is fluttering in the midst of thousands of loneliness
"Spring rises in Apple Island" or smoke and rain
All originate from water. Here, the waters are vast
Xiangshui is from the west, Xiaoshui is from the south. Nine curves and eighteen bends
Meet at Apple Island and hold hands to the Yangtze River
To the distant, to eternity
Here, water conservancy is born
Xiangshui and Xiaoshui conserve white apples
Basho leaf ferns all sentient beings, and there are countless bamboo spots
The south wind on the island is smoked and the grass is flowing
The osmanthus of the academy, waiting for August
The flowers bloomed to despair, but Yu Shun still did not come
Emperor E and Lady Ying have been ups and downs with Bai Apple throughout their lives
All things are like water
Hidden in the water is the dojo of the Seven Virtues and Seven Virtues
Both Apple and Apple Island resemble a small boat
Thousands of loneliness and sorrow, fluttering on the waterways
A lifetime, how much like me
Waisu tower
Like a sturdy haystack
In the fields, the local desert
The sparrow desperately searched for the last grain
The straw is chaotic, especially like Huai Su's drunken cursive writing
Or a mountain
It shines with the artistic glow of "going crazy and upside down"
Those bald pens, clay plates and banana leaves
As well as wine bottles, robes, clothing belts, and utensils
All the relics are hidden here
Creatures revere
Some people seem to be born scribbled
Zen meditation, enlightenment, drunken books, tea tasting
Less than fame and fortune, gain and loss
But it was built to futu tower. Crossing oneself, but also crossing others
Willow Temple is all articles
Snow arrived in Yongzhou as scheduled. Everything is shrouded and covered
Cold rivers, lonely boats, solo fishing, looming
Standing on the west mountain, the trail of willow elephants is invisible
The bluestone slabs of Liuzi Street are full of more than 1,300 years of history
Go up Yu Creek. It hurts a little to step on the pebbles under your feet
The willow temple has a high eyebrow, a unicorn guarding the door, and a roof ridge coiled dragon
The majesty is admirable
Stepping into the stone gate, the three-entry and three-open courtyard is spacious and bright
Yellow banana danli, green landscape, there is a way of virtue
There are no Buddha statues and no prayers here. I don't bow down
Bodhisattva. I bowed in front of a sculpture
Looking at the wilderness of Yongzhou, the Eight Memories, the Eight Views, and the Eight Fools of the Ages
"It's all articles"
Mizu, real name Huang Chunwang, post-70s, member of the Hunan Provincial Writers Association, student of the 17th Young Writers Class of Mao Zedong Literature College. Since 2017, he has successively published works in literary journals and newspapers such as Selected Poetry, Hunan Literature, Stars, Xiangjiang Literature and Art, Poetry Journal, and Poetry Monthly. The poem "In Fairy Lake, Waiting for a Encounter with a Lifetime" won the First "Fairy Lake Cup" National Love Poetry Competition Excellence Award, "In Yaodu Water Street, Love Will Never Let Go" won the second prize of the "Yaodu Water Street Cup : China's Most Beautiful Love Poem, The Most Beautiful Love Story", and "The Great Wall: A Chinese Painting with Its Own Light" won the Excellence Award of the "Great Wall Group Song" National Essay Contest. The third prize of the first "Xia Qinghua" Cup National Pearl Theme Poetry Competition, and "Slow Time with You" won the "Most Potential Poet Award" of the first Golden Seed Poetry Award. Editor-in-chief of "Xiaoxiang Poetry Journal" and "Lan Yong Poetry" self-media platform.