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Sunrise in March
Flower fields under the moon with Li Zhuang
(Group poems)
Green mountains
One
I poured the liquor down my throat
Chew the moonlight
She cried quietly
Melted in my chest
The night devoured the black eyes
A cloud of gentle tears flowed to the heart
The blue fireworks burned in silence
Cannibalize thought
I lay in the flower field breathing
Tender green with goose yellow
Helicopters look for stars with searchlights
The crescent spun up and opened its wings
Two
In a deserted flower field
My soul slept all night
There's insect groaning, there's the sound of the wind, and there's moonlight
Drunken thoughts are cloudy
Washed by the waters of the Yangtze River to the rocks along the banks of the river
Be reflected in the glory of history
Infected by the spirit of the ancestors
Attracted by Liang Sicheng's shutter sound, he looked far away
Lin Huiyin coughed softly
She said:
"I slept
My poems write down your tenderness."
Three
An exhibition held by the Institute of History and Language of the Academia Sinica in Lizhuang
I had fantasies about me
He would sit in a long shirt and talk
Just like them
Talk unbridled
Own thoughts
Refusing to scratch my skin with broken glass
Refusing the haze of air to penetrate my wounds
Rise up and do it like them
Pick up a fountain pen that has been with you for years
Write down the words of struggle
Look for submerged in the sea of people
Lost souls
So I broke free from the shackles of reality
Dreamed of the alley of Li Zhuang
Four
I know I'm young
But I know me too
Ever lived
Although all memories of past lives have been forgotten
But I was in that endless book
Recall
Lost about
In this small town next to the Yangtze River
Experience the ruins of timeless history
Even if the pavilions disappear in the wind and rain of the future
There will still be countless words
Endless stories
And generation after generation
The spirit inherited by young people
It lives on in the minds of the nation
This is not a hymn
This is faith
Mr. and Mrs. Liang Sicheng and Mr. and Mrs. Fairbank were in Lizhuang
Five
Let me tell you my name
Depart in the dark of night
The moment when the sun is born on the other side of the mountain
I stand on the top of this highest mountain
Look at the blooming flowers
Along the Yangtze River disappeared far away at the end of the field of vision
Tell you my name
Tell you all about me
If you've heard my story
Please don't cry
Despite the teardrops running down your pillow
Six
Why would it keep me in the early sun in March
Dreaming of September's crying
The cooking smoke of the town rises in the dream
I saw the old man leading the dog
I saw flowers hanging from dew
I saw rice basking on the roof
It was the cleanest peace after the turmoil
Live in the arms of the Yangtze River
At this time
Tourists are still on the road
Or haven't gotten up yet
END
Source: Sichuan Provincial Local History Work Office
Author: Jing Yu (pen name Qingshan, Class 2 of Chinese Language and Literature class 2020 of Yibin University, member of Jiang Dejun Shujian Creative Writing Workshop)
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