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The watch of the village
The village is thin, and the spring rain is clean
Gentle warm breeze blows on the face
Stretching mountains and rivers, the greenery is beautiful
Birdsong sounded the rallying cry of spring plowing
In the field, a sweet spring busy scene
The farmer roared, before the darkness came
Harvest the final passion of a day of grazing
Race against the clock to drive the cattle and sheep home
At the head of the village, a kind old man
Listening watchmen smoking dry smoke
Suddenly, the cows and sheep cried
The old man's face changed from dark to rosy
He hurriedly got up and opened the gate of the courtyard dam
Waiting for the herding partner and the cattle and sheep to return
The watch of the village is the guardian of peace
Fold up early and come out late to live
The watch of the village is full of expectation and hope
Record daily reunions and separations
Joy or sorrow
Shi Yong (pen name: Shi Tell the Truth), male, Han ethnicity, university culture, Guizhou Hezhangren, Hezhang County Writers Association member, some poems and essays can be found in Guizhou Daily, Guizhou Education, Guizhou Party Style, Qilu Literature, Poetry Journal, Mountain Flower, Star and other newspapers and periodicals micro-publications.
The wind of late return
The wind of late return
Lifted up the girl's shoulders
Long flowing hair
Fragrant sleeves
throb
The heart of a teenager
Stroking
Tired cheeks of pedestrians
Knocked
The poet's jumping atrium
Dialed
Slender guitar strings of a roadside singer
Blown off
Warm peach petals
Swaying
Clouds in the sky
witness
A farewell to the sun and the sky
Open your arms
With the wind of late return
Hugged
Look at the ripples
Accompany the water grass dance
Listen to the birds
Call the fallen leaves home
I'm going to take all the heaviness
Put it in the wind
Take a brisk step
Go home
Hu Quan, a native of Bijie, Guizhou, is a teacher, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Society, a member of the Guizhou Provincial Prose Literature Society, a member of the Guizhou Youth Literature Research Association, and a member of the Qixingguan District Writers Association.
That's exactly why I love you
This night world that cannot be seen from the edge
So black, so deep
So besieged
We can only perceive each other
breathe
That's exactly why I love you
Moments like this
I am reminded of Anniansky's verse:
It's not that she can bring light
It's that she and I can spend the dark together
Li Wei, a native of Chengdu, after 70. Published the poetry collection "Let a Sheep Live". His poems have appeared in Poetry Weekly, Stars, Genres, Poetry Tides, Green Winds, Youth Digests, and other periodicals. He is one of the founders of the online poetry forum "Seventh Line".
As a teenager, the sparrow can be woven
The river in the soda can is simply shaken out
A temporary cyclone
In the middle of summer, there is a drizzle of rain leaning over the window
The teenager holds an umbrella to greet the moon and holds a bunch of dim secrets
The wind is coming
The wind goes
The finches of the branches fall like raindrops
And without a trace, he was stepped on by the feet of the white socks
Water stains jump high
Spots Extremely low pore crossing
Wait until dawn, the teenager and his freckles
Gently became the secret of the mouth
Murong Baiyi, now living in Hebei, wrote stories with infinite echoes and was good at poetry, prose and novels.
Drunk
Tiantong Art Park
An ordinary park in the north of Beijing
I'm obsessed with it
I was obsessed with the little ducks in the pool
Pair pairs to free play
I was obsessed with the herds of goldfish in that little river
Don't rush to swim around
I was obsessed with the little pigeons that flew into my hands and pecked
They looked at my palms so carefully
It was as if there were hidden delicacies they most wanted
I was obsessed with the cherry blossoms that were competing for them
Obsessed with that willow tree quietly sprouting
Obsessed with a hint of a gentle spring breeze
Statues stand silently in the obsessive park
Obsessed with the innocent laughter of children
Obsessed with the figure of the silver-haired old man playing tai chi
yes
On this spring-blown drunken evening
With the tenderness of the sunset
I was obsessed with the sights I saw
Wang Yulong, pen name Jiaolong of the Sea. He was born in Jilin City, Baishan and Heishui. He currently resides in Beijing. He has worked in Shanghai for a long time. Walking all over the motherland, I love the splendid rivers and mountains of the motherland incomparably. Since childhood, he has loved literature and poetry, and occasionally publishes small poems in his spare time. He is currently working for a listed foreign company.
aloof
Souls that have not yet been exhausted
A desire to stay away from curses in a mysterious world
The town, the seaside, and the streets are full of lively dances
The melodious singing has not yet awakened
The sore throat stopped at the Falklands, and the sails were not visible
I saw the pirate captain speeding up
Could it be that I have a crush on the happy black cat
No, they looked at the pearls I had hidden in the caves of the island
I was afraid to keep asking for help repeatedly
Call for help from the sky, call for help from the sea
Ask the seabirds for help Ask the small town girl for help
Away from the town away from the streets away from dear you
"If that were the case, I would disdain to die"
Sun Xunhuan, male, post-90s, pen name Dust Ju, Guizhou Bijieren, member of Guizhou Poetry Society, founded "Unexpected Literature", editor-in-chief of "Youth Poetry Museum", "Poet Geography Weekly" column responsible editor.
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