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.
Yu Feng, a native of Quzhou, Zhejiang, is the chairman of quzhou writers association, the editor-in-chief of marginal literary magazine, and currently works for Qu Pao Media Group. Poetry creation began in the 1990s, and his works have been scattered in literary journals such as "Chinese Writers", "Beijing Literature", "Xingxing Poetry Journal", "Selected Poems", "Writers", "Tibetan Literature" and other literary supplements of mainstream media such as "People's Daily", "Guangming Daily", "Zhejiang Daily", etc., and have published more than 500,000 words of various literary works so far.
The seriousness of time is disturbed by a flower
Afterglow
This year's snow arrived early
Nothing to do with the cold
The osmanthus has not yet left, and the sleeves of Jiangnan are thin
The roar of the sharpened knife sounded from the bones
Pierced the door of the seasons
Everything was too late to prepare
Everything was already ready
Including snow, in the moment of indistinguishable autumn and winter
It came in a hurry, falling into the nearest and most tender wound
And we shudder. The earth is spinning indifferently
A flower when it is levered by mountains
Take the floral aroma as the wine, do not use the fulcrum
The most serious masters will be confused
This year's snow arrives ahead of schedule, during the winter
The woman's thighs hanging on the river beach forgot to retract
The rice is still in the field waiting to be harvested
We hear the cries of spring
Photo by Yang Chao
I have no reason to panic about frost
It's already September
Deceived by the seasons for a long time, many leaves withered ahead of schedule
Death in the trees is not blind
When the cold dew comes, the crabs climb up from the autumn pond
The color of the grass in the south is still green enough for women to prolong the spring period
The Northland's love letter has not yet arrived
Bees are unemployed at home
Say good Eight laurel tweed, say good ten miles of fragrance
At this time of year, there is a long queue of incense stealers
As planned, it was the turn of the frost to descend in the next scene. Can be raining for days
Washed out the props that released cold messages. Autumn is a good day
The living room is still haunted by the chaotic atmosphere of summer
Autumn Frost if not change its blade-like coldness
More and more fruits will not be low as expected
Heavy head
We are used to being ruled by bugs at night
The sound of insects arrives at dawn
The political death is silent
Birds occupy all branches
Birdsong became Chinese
And all the sounds become bird language
Smoke filled the night
The moon is as pale as after drinking
Starlight lingered and his face was haggard
Like a cup that is satisfied and then empty
People are always used to closing their eyes at night
Sleep or dream
Ignore what happens at night, even
When it doesn't exist
But bugs tell you
Night is its world
More bustling than your daytime
As time, the night is always as long as the day
Summers are short, winters are long
The north is short, and the south is long
Yin and yang are always balanced
It's as precise as cause and effect
It's like drinking at night and sobering up during the day
Dream at night, dream during the day
In fact, we are used to the night being ruled by bugs
We close our eyes and talk about dreams
Keep your eyes open and talk nonsense
Wake up at dawn and open the skylight
As if nothing had been said
Mid-Autumn Moon
Moonlight soaks the valley
For countless days, homes are adrift
Life is banished
The despair that comes with each full moon transcends life and death
But more people choose to live
Look at the moon a little bit mutilated
Look at the waiting that comes with the lack of moon
Just for the consummation of that monthly moment
Where is the shore of life
The moonlight wringed the years
We will only use countless names and languages
Pile up ancient shipwrecks
But after the vicissitudes of the moon, it still exists
Tender as a virgin. I don't know who it is
Hang this heavy wheel high through the ages
Place on a bed sheet for the night
Let the dawn be born
And the life of a person
But it was missing by that simple full moon
Cut it to pieces
The moon on the east mountain
The moon is bathing and fasting tonight
By the Lhasa River, the willow head is empty
Every leaf is as lonely as a scripture
Recite the length of the night
Miss has long been waiting at the intersection of Dongshan
In a classical pose
Raise the bottle to invite the moon, and every tribe along the way will be sprinkled with it
The most haggard blessing
I've long been blind to the moon's profit and loss
It is the shadow of the moon when it is missing
Not actually a shadow
It's a conspiracy that has been staged over and over again
From the beginning of the river to the moon of the mountain
Met from the beginning
I fell into the lie woven by the full moon
Wait on top of the East Mountain
The moon is as clear as snow. Sweetheart
Even if it is a good appointment at dusk, even if the heart is hot again
After a crossing of 380,000 kilometers
It can also accumulate frost
Early blooming flowers
Spring is cold and steep
Occasionally, there are days of sudden warming
But I saw flowers blooming on the branches of the magnolia
This spring of thin affection
Sprinkle a few drops of sunlight over it
He deceived the simplicity of the flower
Overnight
Temperatures plummeted
The land fell like a woman's weeping when she was haggard
There are always some things that are not deeply involved in the world
Can't resist the temptation
Wither life prematurely
Clear
Push the tears into your thoughts, like
Push the blood into the blood vessels
Like the clear rain, small and silent
But Runtian Wetland
There is no solar term
Carrying too much pain like Qingming
Backlog for thousands of years, deep into the bone marrow
The current situation is far from its original intention
It needs to be sorted out
Turn the page back to zero
Suffering is enough to precociously ripen an ignorant child
Spring is also precocious, experiencing too much spring cold
Life and death, the virus also loves to multiply in this season
But people are still willing to praise spring
And the rare sunshine
In the history of smoke and smoke
Qingming was bleeding black
Yin Jian is not far away
The beauty of spring is not natural
The scenery is good on this side, and perhaps it is even more dangerous
Warn us
The clenched fist could no longer be released
Qingming has never been like this today
Like its original meaning, the homeland is green and grassy
The flowers bloom in the first place and everything is fresh and bright
This is for ancestors who only woke up on Qingming Festival
The best sacrifice
Dragon Boat Festival Caprice
Peeling off the rice dumplings is like peeling away the viscous history
That period of history was bloody and tearful and covered with dirt
Thicker than stone
Jump and sink to the bottom of the river
One person occupies a festival
And for more than two thousand years, it has become an exclamation point embedded in the chest of history!
The dim-witted Chu Guofu was thin
Great poets who cannot bear the sorrows of the people
The number of breath was so short that it was not as short as The Ying Ying of Chu's waist
The Miluo River is too shallow to hold the thoughts that pour in like water in the cave court
Fortunately, the dragon boat that rescued Qu Yuan was still there
The dragon boat looked as thin as Dr. Sanlu
One end is full of suffering
One end with dreams
People have been scratching for thousands of years
The Dragon Boat Festival is a mirror
Everyone who looks in the mirror is Qu Yuan
And the word patriotic was taken out of the riot
Wrapped in annual rice dumplings
Nourishes the backbone and blood of this nation
Let's burn aipu for incense, and let's make a bottle of yellow wine
To comfort the ancestors of today's good life
Fahai's tin rod has been put into a cage
The white lady's love is protected by law
No longer afraid to appear in its original form
Tanabata
Parting days
As empty as no man's land
Time fills the holy lake, the snowy mountains and the thoughts
Drift around with white clouds
When you are not there, the pause loses its meaning
All the parties are actually not ready
Just like this month's missing night
It covers the Tibetan Plateau and illuminates another time zone
A river was drawn with a hairpin
Just separate the two hearts
The stars are within reach at the top of the world
But there are no grapevines here, and it is impossible to capture the whispers of the middle of the night
If the yak is still there
Weaver girls will definitely switch to weaving tents
Cover the door on a cold snowy night
Waiting for the cowboy on the day of the full moon
Return
Listen to the rain outside the basket
When you come to the outside of the basket
A minimalist Song Dynasty robe obscured the sky
Dipped in the tone of blue-gray history
Overflowing from horse-head walls, deep courtyards and gaps in the rain
Sprinkle damp light on the ground
You will only notice when you walk outside the basket
The rain that pierced the light curtain hit the bamboo leaves
It is completely different from hitting on a plantain
Yes, that raindrop has traveled through millennia
Drip through the hardest stones
But outside the basket, the sound of rain put on a three-inch golden lotus
The footsteps are as delicate as the shallow chants in the song lyrics
Confine the sky to your home
Only one wellhead was left for rain dancing
At this time, it is advisable to use bamboo curtains to space
Listen with your eyes closed
From the raindrops that shy dance steps and slightly messy rhythm
You will hear
It is like the original innocence of a young girl who has not yet been involved in the world
The years of the jingo iron horse and the mountain roaring tsunami
After fermentation and filtration, the dust has settled
Nothing more than a glass of loneliness in your hand
History always stops on dark rainy days
Fill the void with wine
Let the world stay a little awake and a little drunk
In the middle of half drunkenness and half awakening, listen to the rain outside the basket
Echoing in my heart was the sound of the distant horses' hooves
The sound of the intestines breaking
Awe awe at a covered leaf
Spring is awakened by the sound of sweat dripping
In the form of leaves, the buds are ready to bloom
One by one, they opened like clouds reflecting the dance of the earth
Beauty becomes a line of poetry familiar to human childhood
These are the leaves, which originate from the roof, and are weak and slender
Just like the woman picking tea, carrying the green water and green mountains
Put the green that belongs to Gangnam
The deepest cloud in this area that melted above the Shu Dao
Each leaf, in the spring
They are selected from the tip of the ten fingers, then quenched and baked
Just like practicing, you need the blessing of a fire
After rubbing it in the palm of your hand, you will boil out the taste of life
The years are lost. Spring is restless
But this leaf, with the determination of Qu Zi to throw the river
Soak up the singing of life
Let you find yourself and taste quietly.