Autumn River
The Autumn River is a river of late memory
Meandering in the past
Now, mournfully silent among the fallen leaves
It is brownish yellow and dull
The tiny waves resemble wrinkles in the forehead of the sky
Reflected on the water
Desolate, unreadable
And the bottom of the river accumulates green frost, fish bones
Disseminated
Melancholy chrysanthemum fragrance
I didn't dare to go far, and standing on the shore, I remembered a lot
Flowing past events
For example, the grandfather who fled from the province to here
Strive against the stream
Found a place to take root and blossom
For example, the widow Zhang who drowned by mistake in the wind and moon, and
Her niece who eloped with The Boater
For example, standing in the wind
Look at the sunset as the old deceased
Oh, and a snake of memory is that this autumn river is already twilight
On the occasion of the review
The scaly light of the river
It's all me
Tears clog the spotted scars of pain
Snow Eagle
Stand on a tall green pine
You are an eagle awakened by snow
Surrounded by cold winds
In the wonderful diffusion of fog
You are covered in snow feathers, with your shoulders high and your head high
Mountains
Hide under your giant wings
Sharp eyes, like lightning, cut through the ancient loneliness
Who will "pick up a handful of lightning" for you"
"Who's going to give you the last wound?" Who always makes you
A hiss
Swoop down from the top of the mountain
You hate hell and you don't like Eros in Black
You have a pure paradise
In a quiet heart, above a clean soul
You don't say a word though
You don't want to be king in a lonely country
You've been punched through extremely though
Dirty horizons
Ah, Snow Hawk! Snow Hawk! The wind roared, and the snow did not stop
Your heartbeat
Why are you still haunted by shadows?
Snowy mountain crows
That crow
The sideburns were already showing white hair
It stood in front of a snow-capped mountain, like an ancient piece
And the tombstone with wings
It doesn't cry, it doesn't laugh
His eyes were closed, and the storm was raging in his eyes
Vicissitudes on eyelashes
Just one drop
Falling is the first awakening of a big dream
Birds in the distance, calling in the near distance
Some shouted "Happiness is small!" Some shouted
"Pain is eternal!"
Only the crow was silent, resembling cast iron
The storm is back
Snowflakes are as big as buckets, and mountains tremble
The crow stands like a nail
No shaking
Sacrifice to the Eagle
The sky is full of mourning and sacrifices
An eagle
Die in suspense
Each feather hissed
Gaze at the admiration of the steep fall of prestige
A big dream caught in the claws
Lost the gush
The clouds are as heavy as history
Can't forget the rocks that took off
Can't forget the parental sky
Tears are raging
Washed away the pupils of the sun as it faded away
I imagine if the next century is moved
Eagle, re-circling
On my wings
What kind of rainbows will be resurrected?
Wang Yueqiang, a native of Beijing, lives in Chongqing. He is the author of poetry collections such as "Dawn of Words" and "The Wind Whispers", and his poetry works have won many awards and been selected into a variety of important poetry anthologies, and he is the chief editor of "Chinese Folk Poetry Reader 2018 Poetry Volume", and the president of China Poet Magazine.