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Selected poems of Zhang Xuehui |
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Hair Swing Knot (Outer Three Songs)
For whom March came, peach blossoms on the mountain
It will bloom on which night
I carried the thought of being drenched in rain
Walk through the late dawn
Run from the city to the village, from the village
Run to the emerald green wilderness
People who are sleeping underground, please don't take me away
When lightning strikes, I'll plant a piece of wheat
Fly a kite
That's right, until all the petals are gone
Spring followed
However, I made a swing in front of the tomb
Will be willing, hanging in the wind
Even if it is already rusty
How long to wait
That's right, humanity holds the torch of civilization
Forcefully interpreting barbarism
When ignorance is no longer sin, take
It became a matter of course
When hard bullets burst out of the chamber, another one
Endangered species are on a dead end
Yes, glaciers are melting, from the South Pole to the North Pole
Sea levels are rising, inch by inch
Even the hands of the desert slowly grew into the grasslands
How long to wait
The world is willing to let go of selfishness and let go of greed
Let go of the identity of the master
Treat your injured home like you would yourself
Injured, lying across the hospital bed of the mother
Wheat and land
Quietly, the wheat pierced through the darkness
Crawled out of the depths of the soil
A long-lost spring breeze
Woke up the sun that rolled down yesterday
The wheat sucked on the milk of the melted snow
Stand in peace in the wind
No one has revealed the secrets of autumn
Finally, the humans loaded the fruit into the carriage
The wheel hub pressed against the wounded spine of the wheat
The evening bells rang and rang
Yes, the wheat is about to be lit by a match
The body is buried in the earth, and the soul floats to the sky
Clouds open the door to happiness
On earth
The snow stopped halfway up the mountainside
The boundaries are drawn from the villages below the mountain
I can't write touching verses
There is only one heart of sincerity
If the sky can always see the sun
If happiness is hidden in the clouds
So why do people live with tears in their eyes?
There is no need for light in the night
It's like a lonely child who can't be comforted
I have never betrayed the earth, and I have always loved the steppe
Forgive me for being a layman
Hurry to live in this world
About the Author
Zhang Xuehui, a native of Bijie, Guizhou, pen name Beichen Modian, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, a member of the Lingzhan Poetry Society, a contracted poet of the Pen Ruo Poetry Network, a contracted author of the Changhe Poetry Journal, and his works have been scattered in publications such as "Speed Reading" and "Benyue Poetry" and major online platforms.
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