Poetry Scene 丨 Yanan: Birds scattered high above

Birds scattered high up

◎ Yanan

invent

Then he slipped out of sleep

Cultivate with a normal mind

In a stone niche. The meditator remains the same

Like before

Get rid of distractions and let the heart return

Into the crystal. Back to the bright and ethereal

The azure of the teachings

There's a bright moon there

rose...... The sound of chanting came fruit

Real murmurs

It's like an angel calling

There, the grass and trees are in the leaves... Mountains and rivers with

Clarity casts hearts

Twenty-four bridges

I vaguely saw that the Twenty-Four Bridges were there

Du Mu poem

Pondered. Silk bamboo and smoke rain

It's all mood

The sound of whistles scattered high up

Flow quietly. Sleepless again

The night lifts up nostalgia

The wind is still there, the moon is shadowy

Hidden in the lake's broken silver

But I could only stop slowly

Looking out from the smoke waves, it is like a psychedelic

Tides. And Jiang Yue

It's still the same as it used to be

West of Dunhuang

Look west from Dunhuang

The desert is silent

Only the dry grass can be put away

The secret of life is told to me

Once upon a time, time was slow

The ancient road is like a kind of acacia

It grows darkly in time

But those who are far away are too late

Take a handful of water

Wash away the wind and dust, tiredness, and longevity

memory

There are only those at the end of the desert

Buddha's light can

Let the soul bear good fruit

Return to the garden

The North Mountain apricot blossoms have bloomed

Near and far... This lush ballad

In a slow flow

I went back to the mountains. those

Wormwood of childhood

Bitter beans, dandelions with their own umbrellas

Fly into the distance

Together with the divine tranquility

Reading and writing

I also plant melons and beans, and serve flowers and plants

Let the days be in silence

Grow it. Let the body and mind stretch freely

Stay away from worries

Just listen to the flowers blossom and fall

Sound

In the twilight. I'm going to reap more

Time to put love

Piled up at the bend of the season

It's like a Wrangler

Or sit still in the twilight

Watch the northern geese fly south. Watch wild strawberries blush

Look at the distant poetry also with you

My trepidation and guilt

Only pray for a clean soul in time

reconstitution

There is the solemnity of the mountains

Bright, even as it gets old

The heart is also clean

Fluttering ripples

Shadows wander in the loose

dawn. Schools of fish from

The stagnant water swelled rapidly, grinning

Shout out loud

No wind. Saw

The yellow duck danced, and the dawn was drunk

Stretch my thoughts

Wranglers walk through pine forests

On high, a timid pika

Trembled

But the lake woke up

The brightest part of my memory

Through the waves

You can still hear that sound

A cry like a cry

A cloud of smoke and rain

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That wisp of it, too

In time

piled up. And sink again,

Like a distant mountain.

Or just like my heart was being

Ink painting spreads.

Some pain, suddenly falling

Forge nostalgia.

But I have never forgotten,

The Small Bridge in Jiangnan in the Song Dynasty is covered by flowing water

Ten mile lotus

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There is an ancient direction of the silk

Sleepless nights,

...... That undulating heart will also be

Full of sorrow.

So I'm in memory

Pick up your hometown

The shattered shadow, only with that one falls

The leaves flew together.

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So I could only be far away

Silent gaze,

Listen in your dreams

Smoke and rain, and smoke waves

Ancient nostalgia——

Oh the sound of bamboo

Soft, but able to use his tenacity

Shatter memories.

(Excerpted from the second half of Yanhe Magazine, No. 2, 2022)

Yanan's real name is Wang Yanan, whose ancestral home is Zhejiang, and now lives in Ili, Xinjiang. Vice Chairman of Xinjiang Writers Association. He has published works in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Literature, Poetry Journal, Chinese Writers, October, Beijing Literature, etc., and has won many awards.