About March (group of poems)
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(1) Quiet
Winter is quiet
Spring is on the scene
The snow was quiet
The drizzle was cold and long
.
The season is quieter
Time is full of kindness
The days were quiet
Tomorrow
Where to place it
2022.3.1
(2) The rain is still falling
Scorched all day
February 2 at 6:00 p.m
It still rained
To escape the rain
I've been plotting for a long time
Even put the coat that had been shelved for many years
It was taken out to dry for three days
Just in case
But after the rain came
It still poured cold on me
All prepared
In the face of this targeted rain
It's all exhausting
I was exhausted
The parts on the body fell off
Lost all the way
Before the rainbow arrives
I can't hold on
Lang Lang is underneath
Finally appeared in its original form
2022.3.4
(iii) Don't come again
You don't want to come again
Start on the day the lavender withers
I just didn't hesitate
Take the path to the back window of my house
Refurbished
Loosen the soil, fertilize and level it
And sprinkled some Manila grass seeds
These grasses are resistant to high temperatures and cold
Green all year round
There are no those purple reds that I hate
In the winter, I will
Throw yourself into these greens
With them
Grow into the color of life
(4) In the spring, go out and walk in the green
The news of spring has long arrived
This time
It's time to go out and tread on the green
Go and see the green trees, the green grass
and buds that sprout in early spring
I know
In the roster of spring
Without me
But let's go for a walk
A lump that grows darkly on the body
Under the filter of the spring breeze
Maybe it will be restored to its original state
With your back to this huge green
I vaguely felt it
Every cluster of peach blossoms in the landscape
Immerse yourself in it, pink and tender
These red flowers are green jasmine
It makes me trance
Looking back on the moment
A beam of light was wounded
I've always been proud of my eyes
2022.3.7
(5) Untitled
Spring let the wind blow
The wind warmed up
Summer indulges the rain
It was raining
Autumn accepted the frost
The frost froze
Winter understands snow
The snow melted
Time has forsaken me
I live alone
Slash and axe farming
Life forgot about me
I chop wood to feed the horses
Drill wood for fire
2022.3.10
(6) Itinerary
Looking forward to the trip in spring
It's a smooth road
No rugged mountain streams
There are no quemo paths
At most, when crossing a small stream
Occasionally, a few waves appear
Spring flowers are everywhere
I ignored these reds, reds, greens, and greens
A demon from a few years ago
Burn my eyes
My vision is still blurry
During the trip
Let's look more green
Green energy brings life to life
Can bring hope
In the face of some cold arrows
When shooting at your body
Because of the blessing of green
Maybe it can be given to you
Unexpected new students
2022.3.13
(vii) Nest
Travel thousands of miles alone
I've seen all kinds of passers-by
They live on the couch
There are different forms
I'm in a hurry
Never stop
Always used
Harvested four-season vines
Weaving the nest day and night
Sharp blade in the hand
Don't break through the growing calluses
Buds in the heart
Slowly it opened
The color of the blood
2022.3.15
(viii) The Lost Moon
Exactly two spring and autumn seasons
I haven't seen the moon anymore
I analyzed it
There are two possibilities
One is that my eye disease has not healed
It's hard to see
The second is the moon invisibility
Shielded my daily life
I thought about it for a long time
And on the night of February 15th
Verified the matter
At the same time, it overthrew the entrenchment of the heart
Both possibilities
In fact, the moon has always been there
It just changed
Your own way of getting around
Now it is
Hidden from time to time, confusing
Every time it appears in the night sky
Maybe I'm overtired
I'm sleeping
2022.3.21
(ix) Birds
Out of the window, in my field of vision
Two bird nests
Sit on a poplar tree
The sun was warm
Sunburn people think of it
I looked at the birds
It shows some disdain
A look of condescension
Overflowing with words
I didn't share a piece of sunshine
Eye
The rain was coming
I quickly ducked under the eaves
The birds panicked
Follow suit
In the same territory
I revisited it
It shakes its feathers slightly
Curled in the corner
The moment I made eye contact
It was a pitiful look
I didn't think twice
Pick up the broom next to you
Scooped it up
2022.3.25
(10) Dreams
When you wake up
I'm still wandering in my dreams
So my dreams are not full
Fragmented
We have different channels
The content of the dream is also very different
Your dreams are magnificent
My dreams are virtual
Every time I wake up from a dream
As a memorandum
I recorded every scene
Compare daily life
Eliminate some people or things
Put some wonderful visions
Put it in reality to refine
Or reset it again in the dream
To dream, to taste...
2022.3.29
(xi) About March
About March
It is necessary to pay attention to it
The bird's nest under the eaves of the old house is gone
At this time in previous years
They've started to take care of me
It's spring when the flowers are blooming
It's still deserted
Perhaps, the wings of the sun
The injuries are not healed
Or the cold spring is steep
Spring warms up a little late
But that's not enough to be
It's hard to find a reason to find them
I stubbornly believed
They are butterflies when the ancient fans are closed
Years have passed
It has only to do with Providence
They have not returned
Definitely drying
Wings wet by spring dew
2022.3.31
【About the author】Bai Ding, whose real name is Wang Yi, joined the Shandong Writers Association in 2002. He has published more than 700 poems and prose essays in newspapers and periodicals such as Shandong Literature, Times Literature, Literature and Art Hundred Families, Stars, Shilin, Poetry Tide, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Qilu Evening News, New Morning News and other newspapers and periodicals. He is the author of the poetry collection "Dance on the Water" and "Bai Ding's Self-Selected Poems", a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the vice chairman of the Jinan Zhangqiu District Writers Association, and the chairman of the Jinan Zhangqiu District Qingzhao Culture and Art Association.