Li Shaojun: Night, a man's bay

◆ Lyrical

Li Shaojun

Under the tree, we talked about our respective ideals

You say you're going to write history for the mountains and for the water

I just want to shoot a set of cloud photo albums

Paint a landscape of a window

(Intermittently with one or two birdsong)

And a sketch of the little girl at home

Of course, she must stand under the papaya tree in the yard

◆ Jasper

Once a country is large, there is room for maneuver

As soon as you are small, you can hold it in your hand and play slowly

What is soft as jade

He's at ease between the country and you

For a while, it was a big family affair

For a moment it's a child's love affair

When you're in a mess, you're a coolant that he puts on his chest

When there is peace and tranquility, you are a soft intestine that haunts his heart

◆ Spring

Egrets stand on the back of cattle

Cows stand in paddy fields

Paddy fields lie horizontally in grassy slopes on all sides

Behind the grassy slope

It is a cluster of weeds, a low blue sky

And a large group of green mountains rising and falling in the distance

These constitute a spring in the whole of the earth

◆ Courtyard

A courtyard floating in the shadow of autumn flowers

At night, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers will fall into the sleep of the sleeping

All around, there are familiar relatives

- Father, mother, sister, sister

They are all sleeping quietly

That used to be me as a wanderer

The biggest dream when wandering in a foreign land

◆ Possibilities

On the benches of the Champs-Élysées I used to think about

I kept waiting

Will not wait for my lover

Today, under a tree in my hometown, I am still thinking

Maybe waiting under the tree to love someone

It's more likely

◆ Snowstorm night

That night, the snowstorm roamed the forest like wolves

The whistling was raging everywhere

Trees fell silently

Staged like a silent film

We spread out our white napkins and sat precariously

Eat dinner in the kitchen without rushing

And God peeks in the air

Only the children, run to the window to listen

◆ Nanshan Yin

I meditate under a Bodhi tree

See the mountains, see the sky, see the sea

See green, see white, see blue

It's all in one big realm

Sitting in the depths of the silence, I looked up at the other side

I saw a white cloud, slowly descending from the sky

Cloud shadows cast on the top of the mountain, and a gust of wind came

It drifted to the surface of the sea again

When I thought about it for a moment, I opened my eyes

Suddenly, I saw white clouds rising from the sea

It is drifting towards the top of the mountain

And so on and on

◆ Classmates

He was the weakest of his classmates, when he was reading

Always following me closely, I just had to turn around

He may be teased or bullied

Every time I left him alone

He was always watching me go away

Twenty years on, I heard that he was still a weak man in society

I stopped by to see him on a business trip

On three floors of a company

He buried himself deep in his desk

From time to time someone came over and gave him instructions

He nodded frequently

When I was leaving, he grabbed my hand deadly

Insisted on sending me downstairs

And found out some loose tickets to pay me the fare

I stopped him and stuffed some money into his hand

Say that you didn't buy gifts for your nephew as a red envelope

I got in the car and drove a long way

Looking back, he was still standing where he was

◆Travelers

Moss on the side of the mountain rock, loess of the plateau

And the mud and sand on the beach...

These are the contents of his travel shoes

But nothing could be seen from his face

When people reach middle age, he lowers his body and goes alone

Cars are often parked casually under a tree on the side of the road

Completely disregarding the eyes of others, spread out the tablecloth

Drink tea, porridge, or take a sip of wine and walk away

◆The shape of the fog

Fog has shapes

You can see and touch it

The fog floats on the tree and condenses into the shape of a tree

The fog drifted on the mountain trail and stretched into a band

The fog hovers on the water, which is the appearance of water vapor

If the fog envelops the top of the mountain, it takes on a tower-like structure

It can be seen and touched

Only the fog in the heart

It's vaguely hazy

No one knows what shape it is

It dwells in the heart and does not disperse all year round

It is cool and cool, wetting a person's body and heart

If we insist on saying what shape it looks like

We can only say that it is like the shape of a mystery

◆ Night, a one-man bay

When I came to this bay

I felt: I am king

I own this bay alone

It is invisible in a narrow concave corner

Mountains on three sides, and a flood of water on one side

- Vast expanse, leading to the sky

Birds soar over the sea

The trees danced at the top of the hill

The wind is like a bunting flag, and it flares up from time to time

The grass also has a sound, such as cheering and cheering

Waves came in waves, like a symphony

The stars were shining, and the whole sky was crowning me secretly

I felt that the whole sea would become my vast stage

The magnificent drama of life is about to be staged——

Slowly open a scene as beautiful as the sunrise for me

At this time, the surrounding area has been cleared

All lights have also been dimmed

Wait for the moment when the curtain is lifted

The world is behind us

The world was behind me, like a silent audience

◆ Confessions

I volunteered to be a colony resident

Settled in the grass colony

A colony of mountains and water

Colony of flowers and fragrances

Even, in the colony of moonlight

In the colony of flutes and winds...

However, I will cultivate myself day after day

Eventually be an inner king

An autonomist of the soul

◆ Quiet

A moment of silence near dusk

On the street, fallen leaves roll in the breeze

The autumn wind gently caressed every face

Oil stained motorcycle repair shop front

Under the tree, a young worker sat on a small stool and texted

A dog lay quietly at his feet

The whole world was quiet for him

(Image from the Internet)

【Personal Profile】:

Poet: Lee

Li Shaojun, born in 1967, a native of Xiangxiang, Hunan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Wuhan University in 1989 and is known as a "natural poet" by "Nature Collection", "Grassroots Collection", "Haitian Collection", "Should Express Spring", etc. He was the editor-in-chief of Tianya, the vice chairman of the Hainan Writers Association, the vice chairman of the Hainan Provincial Federation of Literature and Literature, and the editor-in-chief of the Poetry Journal of the China Writers Association, a first-class writer.