Poetry Scene 丨 Xiong Man: Child and Dandelion

Kids and dandelions

◎ Xiong Man

The process of digging up the cabbage

It's the process of swapping high heels for flat shoes

Prepare shovels and baskets

Walk along the riverbank

The process of being blown by the spring breeze

Keep bending over

The process of distinguishing weeds from cabbage

Crouch low

The process of touching the dirt with your hands

Illuminated by the four o'clock sun in the afternoon

Be mesmerized by the smell of rape flowers

It was also chilled by the tombstone

The process of forcing vision

The process of returning to simplicity

A process of warmth and nothingness

A girl with long hair and big eyes

A girl with long hair and big eyes

Drop your eyes in the lens

Because of shyness and inferiority

The mouth is tightly closed without making a single sound

There are unworldly kisses waiting to be born

and to be dedicated to the anachronistic

When she walked alone through the city

It's like a rabbit walking through the jungle

All the traps look fragrant

And wait for her to fall into. Poor teenage girl

Except for a lot of time

Nothing more to squander

When she bleeds and gradually grows into a woman

Time would give her a pair of armor in return

Teach her not to panic anymore

No more panic, it's more important than anything

Nothing was worth her anymore

Hang down the curtain of noble eyes

In March

Purple flowered ditin always appears on a single plant

And rice maple vegetables like to appear in pieces

There is a tree that arrives in March

Still against the dead leaves of last year' age

The grass begins to green from February

Oilseed rape in the sunny land

Stronger than anywhere else

Plum flowers in the twilight

It was beautiful and desolate

The people who planted it in the first place

Just to get its fruit

People pass by

It's just a person who stays out of the way

Can't join the bee buzz

A piece of jade

It comes from that cool and vast land

Its hometown has a nice name

It was passed on by word of mouth

Even if you haven't been there

Must have heard of it too

It was found under a mountain range

In an ordinary deposit

Finely polished

A few more years have passed

By the hand of who was taken to Gangnam

Appeared in front of the man

Now it's been given back to me

There is light shining in it

Like good quality

Hidden in that person's body

I placed it at the head of the bed

Will be an oath from ancient times

Place at the head of the bed

So that every cold night

In its light

Trance, bright for a moment

Cactus or something

At least once will encounter it

In the woods that must be passed

Next to an old cactus

It just got out of there

Protected by a ray of light falling from the sky

At least once

Your hand reaching out to it becomes hesitant

Not because of the thorns at the top

It's that you discover your limitations

Potting soil is not as fertile as forest soil

Sunshine inside

It's also not as good as the outdoors

At least once or twice

Your hand reaching out to things retracts

They are cacti or something

You have a loving heart

End up just looking at it from a distance

Then walk away

Kids and dandelions

The child plucked the dandelion and offered it to his mother

Along with the piety in the eyes, and the heart of the hand

careful. He wanted her to be happy

The child could not afford the gift and had to take it off the road

The only one dandelion and take it as a gift

The child and the dandelion, both came into this world not long ago

Both have a bright, clean side

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

Xiong Man was born in 1986 and currently lives in Wuhan. He participated in the 34th Youth Poetry Club of poetry magazine and won the 5th Yangtze River Annual Young Poet Award. Published a collection of poems, The Girl and the Barber.