This year, some people have made me recognize it again
Chen Guangde
01·
This year
Innocent is the arrangement of dry branches. Cold
Blow noodles, some people, in my
Glittering in the chest,
Some people, let me recognize again
Once.
A volume of Ripples, for summer
The temperature frees up the favor
Opportunity. I picked up the moonlight with the eaves,
To the piano
River water, leaving a white.
Leave a piece of the tower in the lead
Stumbling, behind a door,
Laying experience.
And the nightingale flew into the garden,
It is the warmest one before the snow falls
Afternoon. I'm in the mountains
On this side, let the wind blow on the forehead
Smooth and steady...
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02·
cover
Snowflakes bloom. The wind after the little cold
Turned a corner,
Or swaying, or stroking the sun
Where the light has been,
Sprinkle some bold ones
Light, all overlaid.
I saw the snowflakes blooming again, and the village stopped
Before the flower peduncle.
Near whoever looks up, there is cooking smoke
pistil. Calm as the surface of the water
Twilight, vast,
You can't see the trembling of the grass.
- Like someone who has already been happy
Mud, dead branches, water,
Inside on a snowy night,
There seems to be another dimension of obedience to fate:
Snowflakes bloom, one piece
white......
03·
Farmhouse
She embroidered the farmhouse with a quiet illumination
Some jubilation. The movement at this time,
Not the wind.
It is not the wind that is created with the power of the distant
Seasonal
Full, and calm.
What you see is what you have dreamed again and again
Met. You're out of the backpack
Turn out the breadcrumbs,
But she couldn't send it to her hand—
She gave the rest of her love
breeze......
04·
thoughts of love
The spring I planted was meant to be in the snow. Branches
At this time it is issued
Crisp, feathers hidden in the foot socket
black. The aroma of wine followed
And come, roses and fire, there is
Blooming hearts.
Flowers bloom on the lintel. Let it start in the middle of the night
The bells, passing by
Cold, loose, greeted will definitely come
Raging.
A cow. Pull the sun.'
Looking, on the shoulder blades, is a look
Endless majesty.
And you, with the one you brought back from the country
Warm, polish the spring light, let all the future,
All full of affection...
05·
Deep mountain old house
It is vigorous, hidden in every moss mark
Zhang Wangli. Every brick
Squint your eyes, look at the tree,
Breathing in the long years, yes
A kind of ascension.
On the steps, walk by the birdsong wrapped in
Floating clouds, let the silence
Sleepy, waiting, waiting
Leave no trace.
(Image from the Internet)
【Personal Profile】:
First-class writer. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. Member of the Micro Video (Micro Film) Committee of China Television Association. He has published more than 8 million words in more than 100 newspapers and periodicals, such as Contemporary, October, People's Literature, Poetry Journal, People's Daily, Literature and Art Daily, Chinese Writers, Chinese Poetry, selected poems, etc., and has published 13 monographs, winning more than 200 poetry competition awards, jiangsu province five one project awards, Asian micro-film golden begonia award best screenplay award, etc. He currently lives in Xinyi, Jiangsu Province.