Fairy Tales of Spring (Group Poems)
Text/Sun Longxiang (Liaocheng, Shandong)
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◎ Wait
Please wait for me on the other side of a river
Let the spring breeze blow all over my skirt
Let me be a Limbo fairy once
Wading into the water, just to throw yourself into your arms
I've been waiting for a long time
Just for that one look back and stare
Just for the gaze of crossing a river at that time
I waited every day while wandering in the air
The spring flowers in the lower places bloom, and the orchid blooms in February
The apricot blossoms and peach blossoms bloom in the high places, and the weeping willows on the riverbank sway out emerald green branches
I'm sure you'll come just for that long gaze
Just for the gaze that crossed a river and still collided with the flames
Let me weave a leaf boat out of the emerald willow branches of March
A peach blossom is used as a pulp, and a spring breeze is used as a sail
◎ Two peach blossoms
One reported good weather, and one had a long talk with me
The wind blows, the clouds drift by
Birdsong and floral fragrance
The earthly world is one step away
And I already had 100,000 peach blossoms stored in my heart
◎ Magnolia blossoms
Huge flowers bloom on the branches
White, red, all like a burning flame
Just match the spring wind, just match the spring rain, just match the state of mind of you and me at this time
It's spring, covered by a mask
It's been a spring, and I haven't taken the steps of freedom
At this moment, a magnolia flower summons you and me
It also awakens the spring that fills the mountains
The earth wakes up, the grass spits green, and the birds and flowers are everywhere
You say, this is what a spring should look like
◎ Indulge in the spring breeze
The stars are on the left, you are on the right
In front of you are thousands of lights
The night sky of the city is high or low
High enough to enter the clouds into the starry sky
Down to a window, a cup of hot tea, a good night
The spring breeze is blowing in the face
Bring the smell of the countryside, the smell of the earth after the rain
It was a night in March
I'm on the twenty-seventh floor
Spring Breeze reads the love letters of the human world over and over again
◎ Quenching
Throw a stone into the stove
The temperature burns to a thousand degrees or even two thousand degrees
I met it on earth
Look at its rough and ugly appearance
Suspect it's a stubborn rock
Plunge into the roaring furnace
Do not hesitate to resort to the fire of the sun
Do not hesitate to spend seven seven forty-nine or nine hundred and eighty-one days
I was trying to temper a piece of gold or the moon through the night
【About the Author】Sun Longxiang, born in 1964, ancestral home of Yanggu, Shandong, university degree, executive director of the Second Liaocheng Poets Association, former chairman of the Dongchangfu District Literary Association, his works are scattered in major paper journals, anthologies and platforms, and some poems have been selected for the "Chinese Poetry Annual Selection 2019", and have won the Award in many essay solicitation activities.