Two lonely ears of wheat
Mother, we are two lonely ears of wheat
Sometimes we fall in love
Greetings to each other, with kindness
More often, we are silent
Washed despair, transparent, pure
Mother, I copy your eyebrows and stubbornness
Replicate the hidden disease you hide under your body
The scythe of destiny is waved
I became a bird of fright, with nowhere to hide
Mother, everything seems to belong to us
I long for the warmth of your arms
However, love is dead
Sharp thorns pierced our bodies to the skin
If I could, I wanted to saw off my body,
Remove the thorns that are nourished by blood and tears
Embrace you with a flower gesture
Aloe
The cold dew has passed
Full of rice paddies, losing their own children
The remaining rough, wilted rhizomes remain
The autumn wind sucked away some, half-yellow leaves
By the way, cut the date short
Reeds are on top, and their hair is whitened by autumn frost
Listen to the birdsong wet by the dew
They meditate in the morning dew and in the setting sun
Quiet running water, taking away the memory of cyan
Those living, running teenagers
On the banks of the creek, sing loudly
Mother's white hair, stubborn and piercing
They insist on growing, like the tidbits of reeds
The old mother, except for her full head of white hair
Also, the memory is getting thinner and thinner
Sometimes, she goes out for a walk
Just forget, the way home
Every period of stillness
On the shore, watch a man fish
Watch him wait patiently and watch the rod pull up
Look at a fish off the water and draw an arc
Look at the reflection of a mountain.
Watch the water birds flap their wings to take off and fall.
Watch an old man lean down
Smile and talk to the baby in the cradle
Look at the intimacy between them, like some kind of code word
Wander under the trees and watch the fallen leaves flutter
They are thin and tired, as if exhausted
"I was destined to keep loving
Can't stop for a moment."
This stands still time
It's more like a, permanent parting
On earth, the spring breeze is mighty
On earth, the spring breeze is mighty
There is no rain in the sky, and the cemetery is unmanned
Here, there was the quiet I wanted
And the birds and flowers that can't be suppressed
Each tombstone is solemn
Crowds of sacrifices flocked to the table
Swarming away
Compared to them bring a hilarity
I prefer to think of you alone
Build a grave for you in your heart
Nourish you with my flesh and blood
My child, you
Disappeared into a fourteen-year-old smile
Brighter than the flowers that bloom this spring
11 springs have passed
You're three feet underground, not asking about the world
I'm still running around the world
With the shame of being alive, and the unconcealable
Lots of sadness
earring
They stay on my ears
Like a nail, it stays on a stake
These cold metals
It doesn't fit in with the soft earlobes
Today, they pass through narrow crevices
Peace with flesh and blood
Even if you refuse, even if you are unwilling
I also closed my eyes and swallowed the lie
Habituate to being hard and accepting the intrusion of heterogeneity
Many people have "evaporated the bloodiness of the body"
Practice a person
Practice eating alone and sleeping alone
Practice walking alone and thinking about you alone
Practice traveling alone, seeing the scenery and taking pictures
Practice reading, drinking tea, and wearing a trench coat by yourself
Practice one person crying, one person laughing, one person
Keep the wind and rain out of the window, feel safe, and do whatever you want
Practice a person arriving, leaving, and saying love to yourself
Please talk to me about happiness
After the rain hesitated, it chose to fall
The trees in spring are dazzlingly green
Intermittent sorrow piled up at the tip of the grass
It was as if it was about to fall
I sat next to an ivy tree
I sat next to me
Now we can talk about happiness
Talk about the untaken smiles of the babies
Talk about the eyes of lovers, they used to hang there
Dead branches
I was as small as grass, fragile, low
But I'm going to talk out loud about happiness
Those pains hidden in the heart
Will be one by one
Spit it out
This spring, I have nowhere to hide
This spring, there is a lot of laughter around you
Spring breeze, kissing something bright
For example, willow trees, flowers, the throats of birds
"Jump out, out of the cage," they said
I couldn't jump out, and there was an abyss at my feet
Like some seductive eyes
There were so many cries, and they were in dreams
More real than reality. The river turns back upwards
The sunset is blood red, more like a person, a group of people
Blood flowing out
This is the nature of the world, like death
It is the essence of being alive
A lifetime of flowers and plants
The life of flowers and plants is similar to my life
They drove from the edge of the mountain to the edge of the sky, stubborn and silent
So enthusiastic, with a hint of sadness
It was so unscrupulous that it seemed to disappear at any moment
Some flowers are plucked or swept away by wind and rain
Some of the grass was trampled into the mud, with pain that could not be shouted
Just like me, with a trembling heart
Walking under, white sun
It was dark
The clouds were dark, and the sky was dark
There was thunder. Thunder brought bits and pieces of raindrops
It's like life that brings what you don't want to receive
accessory
Just like this moment, I'm sitting in the dark
Think of a long-lost friend. Remembering his face
Glowing with porcelain
So much time, buried in the soil
Some burials, there will be echoes
Others don't, like souls cramming in
Empty cloth bags
Huang Yongying, pen name Yongying, graduated from Fujian Normal University majoring in Chinese language and literature, senior middle school Chinese teacher, and member of Fujian Provincial Writers Association. The poem "Iris" won the Excellence Award of the 2018 "Chinese Poetry Award". His poems have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as Fujian Literature, Shidu, Writers Daily, Young Writers, and Chinese Poets, and have been selected into many poetry anthologies.