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Return to Zhangjiajie (group poem)
Re-ascend to the Yellow Lion Village
Yellow Lion Village, here I am again
Like a huge memory
Stand in front of you
You ready
Majestic ascent
Dream back to the rain of a thousand mountains, carrying a thousand winds
The mood is sunny
When you rise step by step, when you look up
I asked myself: Is it?
Just looking at a cloud? And I replied to myself —
not! How can I forget the blue sky
Ignore the majestic wind
At this time, there is no fog, only the transparency of wild thoughts
It amazes me
The beginning of enlightenment and suffering, the end of happiness
I have a lot to say
Say it is a mountain full of roses, and butterflies fly from eternity
Floral fragrance does not leave ashes
Yellow Lion Village, I don't want to reach the top as soon as possible
I only wish to lean against the stone wall
Sit on this joyful mountainside
Leave the wild vines growing, wait, one, more
Spectacular climb
Ecstasy Terrace at dusk
At this time, it is dusk
My biggest mistake wasn't deviating from bright birdsong
Instead, it is biased
It's not the hour
Ascend to the Stage of Ecstasy
Originally sober, I became confused
— Momentary dizziness
Like a line of poetry, standing without hiding
The words shattered, and I had tears
Sprinkled
Mo didn't kiss her on the red lips
Stained with love ducks, mountains full of acacia flowers
Withered in a hurry
I have six gods and no master, like one
The exclamation point of lost love
Towards the deep stream, the flowers fluttered and fell
A large number of twilight rose
I encountered a fog in my life
This is not hazy love
It was her, when she got out
One of the most beautiful mysteries given to me
Ecstasy Stage, Ecstasy Stage
As soon as the cold wind blew, I was shocked by myself——
At this time, the Buddha's light appears
The sunset is like a flower
I've been quiet in one
In the consummation of enlightenment
To Golden Whip Creek
I came to you as if I were looking in the mirror
Look left and right
All in the best mood and good scenery
In one shot, she accompanied the fish in the stream
Roaming is like love
Two dreams blossom, a different kind of algae man dance
Unwilling to distract the slightest glance
Three rays of sunlight
A dark green bird looked so golden
Four names give birth to spring
The flowers are very red, and the thoughts are no longer pale
Five followed the same stream as before
The drizzle is inviting
Six as usual and new love
Countless troubles were broken in lightning
Seven shots and eight shots
Looking at us in the mirror, memories blossoming
Happiness snakes in
Gone
Ah, when we were in the stream
Looking in the mirror is often the most beautiful time
A golden whip
Wang Yueqiang, a native of Beijing, lives in Chongqing. He is the author of poetry collections such as "Dawn of Words" and "The Wind Whispers", and his poetry works have won many awards and been selected into a variety of important poetry anthologies, and he is the chief editor of "Chinese Folk Poetry Reader 2018 Poetry Volume", and the president of China Poet Magazine.