Photo by Chen Haowen
◎ After the rain
Wrapping buds
Seemingly flat ground, actually
There are imperceptible depressions. Just like this moment,
Appeared on the ground after the rain
A small piece
Blue sky
and rainbows,
It seemed to open suddenly
A window to the heart of the vast earth.
there
There is a world that is easy to disappear: quiet, clear,
There was a slight shaking again.
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◎Spring flowers
millet
Go to the north hill behind the county seat
I saw a few spring flowers
The branches were eaten bare by cattle and sheep
The root was also broken when I pulled it out
It wasn't long before I went home and planted it
On the stump of each pot of spring flowers
New branches and leaves grew
The sticking branches are next to the soil
New roots have quietly grown
It's like a daughter who marries out
Turned the in-laws into a mother-in-law's family
I turned myself into a mother
One day in winter
I suddenly found the old branches of the spring flowers
A few small flower buds grew
After about a week
Spring flowers bloom
Only one bloomed on the first day
Three more blooms were opened the next day
On the third day, more than a dozen flowers had been opened
I took a closer look
There are also some small buds that are still in the womb
End on the branches
More small flower buds are secretly trying to grow bigger
The daughter of these small families
Winter is not over and you are scrambling to get yourself out of the way
Married
Spring in the heart
None of them could hold back
◎There are flowers in full bloom
Liu Yanlin
Walking past the balcony, the moment of looking back
Inside the window, potted flowers have bloomed
A small fan of a brush
Like the orange morning sun, the jade that has yet to be carved
Milky white, warm, quietly swinging halo
A cloud soaked in perfume, hidden sweetness
Spring is near, and the flowers are secret
Put the secret part, expose it
Occasionally, looking back, surprise suddenly came
Like a ship that sails home, see
The warmth of the lighthouse
◎Paper back
Ye Deqing
As a child, the eraser was gone
Dip a little saliva and erase the typos
In one swipe, the homework book broke a small hole
Tear off a corner of the workbook
Stick a grain of rice and patch it on the hole
Many such patches
Gradually grew up, never to break the back of the paper again
Nor did he write the text that penetrated the back of the paper
Until one day
Write a copy of your father's life
I couldn't write for a long time
Tears
Drip on paper
Through the back of the paper
2019.12.2
◎ Hanhai
Lu Minhang
The vast desert is combed into sand, and the sand flows through the wilderness
The bones of the water fall with the wind blowing
The stubbornness of the quicksand is the silent poplar in the wind
There is light traveling through, and there is also Sanskrit transmission
Dark condensation of the boundary
It is a natural barrier to the white world, and the wind and sand are like knives
It can be whitewashed or in the sonorous body
Draw a point of viciousness, dune and rage
Push forward in the warmth or change the sky
Some creatures were annihilated, some were broken
Become the soul of the desert, the wind blows sand and dust
The displaced looked up
A piece of wind and sand, a sharp knife
Falling down, the stream is like a weave
Countless landscapes stand in front of you
◎ Poetry and spirits
Zhang Qiaohong
The mallet of time
Chasing fish bones
Corn with wheat grains
It's a hidden disease in my body
A glass of wine in the deepest part of the Yangtze River Lounge
Drunk over how many people trekked on the Shu Road
Wild ride for me from the sky falling
O who is a drunken singer
Green mud and plate plate
Sorrow and bright moon
It is the Shu Dao of your life
The bones of the poet
There is no coffin to match
Rise in the moonlight and the fireworks of spirits
This over the years
We make our own blades and climb cliffs to collect medicine
Happy times, poetry and wine for a lifetime
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◎ Old house
Zhao Junping
Green tiles, earthen walls
Creaky wooden doors
No matter how smoky it burns
Shabby and crude, never abandoned
The old house was too old to retreat into the depths of time
It's so old that a gust of wind can blow it down
All these years
The old house, living in this world for my father
◎ Go to the temple
Zhang Yuzhong
Those parasitisms are in
Birds under the eaves of the temple
And maggots crawling on top of idols
and the people who clean the temple for the idols
I'm used to it
Worship of all sentient beings
They were at peace
Watch people bow three times and nine times
Enjoy a steady stream of incense offerings
Seems to be on their own
He also became a god
You can call the wind and rain
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◎ Like a funeral
Ma Yuejun
The father's culture is low
He said he was a kid for a living
He was not allowed to read any further
He herded the sheep
Will try to avoid the school door
He was afraid that the sound of reading would shake his determination to herd sheep
He said that Grandpa was fierce
When I shredded those old textbooks
He just knew
His only brother starved to death
My brother was three years old
He was in the third grade that year
The snow that covered the sky that year
Like a funeral
◎ Thirteen years of the longest concern of the separation
Chen Zhenghong
The summer vacation I was looking forward to coincided with
The whole family gets up and down early to pick peppercorns and dry them
My father also raised the top of the cage to harvest the fruits of five years
Sick, my ancient father
Leave the old nest for the city for treatment
Leave the three alone, as well as the chicken cat
Guard the house of the hometown, the mulberry tree of the hometown, the wild horse river of the hometown
For the first time in thirteen years, it was long
And worry, and leave lovers and children in the hometown
Sour, helpless, mixed taste
My wife and children are the dearest and most loved in my life
The lover is strong and optimistic, and cares for the child
Bravely face the sudden emptiness, three rooms only one room is illuminated
Feed the chickens and raise the cats, clean the yard
Pick beans and melons and look up at the stars in the courtyard
At night, I miss my wives and children
Or as you have read me, or even more
In the moment of rushing to part, desolation burned in the heart
In life, we gather more and leave less, and reunion is a common thing
The heat of the summer, scorching the soul
Love each other and forge ahead
It's not that life is windy and rainy
It is the beautiful time when the summer flowers are splendid and you and I meet
◎ Boy and horse
Cai Zansheng
When a horse runs out of the heart
I tried to describe a line of hoofs, and the vocabulary brought me into the rhetorical trap
Teenagers don't need too many words
Gaze through the golden
The sea floods over the summit
Machete, cross-cutting knife. The feathers on the jingjing are naturally sung by the wind
The waves of every day of the teenager are rushing. Gestures
It's like a winter scene. I paused
There is a momentary trance
Then the corners of the mouth rise slightly
I'm not in a hurry to live with each other
Look for a response
◎ My father shaved the children's heads
Jiang Bohan
Father said, go to your grandfather's house to ask for it
Shave the head fader
My father always liked to be under the big tree
Haircuts for three children
My brother went to shave his head and push it
I took the opportunity to run out
I think of that pusher hair
Fear in my heart
My brother is on the road
Play with shaved head faders
He shaved his hair
One less bump
My father took one look and dripped sewing machine oil
It can't be repaired
Just shave my brother's hair
Became bald
A group of children stood at the mouth of the alley and laughed
Little monk, little monk
I don't want to shave
Cooked wheat day basking on the scalp.
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Source: Member works of the Chinese Poetry Society