Huang Tingsong: Indescribable everyday | poets of their choice

Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.

Huang Tingsong, a native of Huaining, Anhui, lives in Kunshan, Jiangsu Province. Poet, translator. His poems can be found in "Poetry Journal", "October", "Stars", "Yangtze River Poetry Journal", "Selected Poems", "Poetry Tide", "Poetry Monthly", "Shilin", "Qingming", "West", "Mangzhong", "Fujian Literature" and many other publications. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the deputy editor of Haizi Poetry Journal and Chinese Youth Poetry Yearbook. He was selected into the 4th Jiangsu Provincial Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-Aged Writers. Published a collection of poems such as "Quiet Lights", which won several awards.

Indescribable everyday life

Huang Tingsong

water

Music is seen

The lights were heard

Water is required in your life

Only then did it appear, only slightly surprised

All you can control is the water itself

The soul of the water is savage

It must and will eventually arrive

omnipresence

He spent his whole life searching for water

The drop that was lost in the crowd

The water will take it away with its flow

Photo by Lei Li

Winter tour taiping mountain to remember the maple

You have to go through the mountain wind how much to roll the tongue

Only to return to such clarity

It is possible to dissolve my eyes

Instead of going to the spring and autumn rhymes and greedy flowers and plants

Please use the fluttering hair or streamers of the poets of this period

Dye this delay Lin Tao's pale yellow please

Let him take out the eyes and ears of the ancients

Please let the vicissitudes of the foundry go up to heaven's rhetoric

Please let him exile a hill of chudan sand hue

Stop the endless ambiguity

It's like clouds, rocks and waves

Also in the essence of purity. Who's at the moment

He was still preoccupied with the arrogance of taking only one scoop of three thousand weak waters

Who is still pinning the Wu Sect's great concealment in the chaotic world

Who refused to leave in a commentary bomb

Whoever deliberately lost sight of the talent

Desperate poems

Once at a time. Countless times

In the speed and lane are necessarily limited

G42 On the Hu Rong Expressway

I sat in the speeding body and ran over it

Cats, dogs, birds, or them

A brittle corpse that has not been recognized

"Floating students with passers-by, handing back and forth"

There is no way to avoid it, not only that

The wheels flashed with despair as they spun and pulled away

This scene is fleeting

despair. Day and night on this long road

Desperate, except for the disappearance of the small animals

There is also a torrent of people and cars that is moving forward

In a line of poetry wiped with phantoms, desperate

The defense of light

Those glowing fonts that flicker on the streets

Jagged. Not depending on the color

They are identified by the silence I have been accustomed to for a long time

is a boundary. You endured it too

Light, with its dark and dull body

Heaven forbid, it teased my senses

When I don't see much in the traffic, I

Chasing the front taillights frequently slammed on the brakes

In the distance, more light poured out

Tirelessly, still resorting to my escape

Throw stones

In confusion, throw a stone into the sky

You can't

Ask where it landed

It will fall

It is in its own power and will

And it will never fall into your imagination

A stone that falls into your imagination

You can't throw it out

A brief history of the face

You're still waking up physically again and again,

In the requirements of sound and light cultivation.

But your face sleeps in countless sunsets

In the frost of smelting; it is difficult to wake up

It sleeps for low-guaranteed temperature claimants.

The earliest and latest sporadic awakenings,

Your face hits your heart pounding

Youth is young. When the morning light is not noisy,

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and you can't open your face

Secretly ticking clockwise

That removes the flow of water from the eardrums and fingertips.

It improvises with a subtle sparkle

It is also absorbed by the lens that pierces your gait.

Mother's Day message

We are all invisible love,

Hugged too. Hugging.

Mom, please wipe. Today

A flash of light or a side of water, waking up in the mirror

Let us see your countless, quiet and washed faces.

Out of the supermarket, he crossed the street that ran through the tall buildings on both sides

(He doesn't belong to any one of the buildings). Until the opposite side

That circular multi-dimensional parking lot, just pass by

He couldn't help but say a few words of greeting to the old men who were guarding

This was bigger than the place of the castle, he seemed to feel

They will always be people clinging to that wall

At the end of the fence, the green iron door in the corner was rusty

Reaching only his chest, he bent down and stepped behind the iron door

The narrow staircase with a steep slope and hanging in the air

The sound of first-order kicks was accompanied by the cries of the iron sheet overwhelmed

It made him feel uneasy and subconsciously look forward to something

The straight aisle behind the stairs never ended

(His place of residence is at the beginning of this road.)

With the faint light of the phone, the key is inserted into the keyhole

(Electric light in the middle of the hallway, he didn't want to turn it on)

He was accustomed to giving his body completely to the darkness. Slowly

Turning the key, he was afraid to break the secret silence

and disturbed the inhabitants here, though he was for

Which rooms live with people, how many people live in them, and who are living there

Wait, never heard of it. Even how to pass through

Those familiar obstacles, one after another, returned

Everyday here, he was no longer in a trance with the impression of a thick membrane

Snow: Dear undead

Everyone can live themselves alone

It was like a platform crushed by the heavy snow of this raid

and the past life of the dead chosen for fate

But. Is there anyone who can die alone?

Except for the snow. Snow is always in the midst of strict warning

Unexpectedly, quietly, seriously or not seriously

Let every field or every piece of snow complete her

Words that can be seen through at a glance, coming and going

Let's hold our anxious eyes and breathe

Allow her to accept her talents and melt her affirmations

Those who will take away. And leave enough

We continue to dissolve it slowly with our lives

For example, live enough – enough

In the stillness of all things, the death of insincere words

Only the top of the snowy mountain. She has a high sky

According to the undead, alert to the winking eyes of the hanging earth

Grey Bird Chronicles

On the roof line of the tall building in the distance,

A gray bird, already

Stand for a long time. Have I seen it?

The bird that can flash the whole black curtain at night?

At the moment, it rests in the daylight.

In the white sky, the grayness of this bird,

Dignified, desolate, outstanding.

In particular, the entire sky brought about by its flight

Silently choke on it.

The whole sky, so steady, rests like everything,

Let it be a kind of center, the sky, its,

Even more so, I was blindly looking for it all day.

Night midges

On the screen, from time to time flying around,

A hairy midge, fanning

A slight sound wave on the wings,

It feels like cruising on a linear embankment.

Over time I joined it for covert visits,

Pebbles along the way, missing;

The bare beachhead, gone.

The river channel is becoming more and more neat. So is running water.

This little flying insect in the night

Wander east and west, towards the bright hinterland.

My lost arm

Only in the same posture -

"The only thing I know is my ignorance". ＊

*Note: Speaking out of Socrates

You have to approach the sea

He was approaching the sea. Get a little closer to him

I smell the layer of calm wrapped in each layer of waves

(The sinking currents below sea level deepen all this.)

The glow of the setting sun, the sea will not leave much also

It won't stay long. When the night comes to the sea, go home

Get up and leave. The faster or farther he goes

The roar of the sea began to grow louder and louder