Make a difference with spring
◎ Snow niobium
Clay pots
With a hundred thousand fiery
Forge a rough and empty heart
Calms the scorched blackness in the body
It stood up and paced through the mottled night
The cracks in the back are like knife carvings
It doesn't think so, as if holding the flower of time in its hand
Hospitable you, you who are sleeping in the pit
You who speak the birds of paradise
How could you not believe it, one
Crouch around the corner of history, staring at the speechless
Stealing falsehood
The body is a bright light box
Prefer the things of the night
Voice unloads desire
Tired to find a warm mattress
A lantern, a group of lanterns standing in the street
Like many eyes affectionately gaze
I am convinced that there is still warmth and openness in the hustle and bustle
A wreckage body that absorbs too much rain and snow
Waddling along, in the quiet darkness
Melting away the sadness, the body is a bright light box
No longer a bearer of darkness
sketch
Draw a few willows in the void
It will only be green and will only stick out soft branches
Follow the wind and ignore the whip of the wind
Apply a heavy pen and ink that seeps out of the bones
The strong green is enough to resist the mixture of the world
The branches are slender and tender from the heart
Filter out pain murmurs
This is the final seal
Weeping willows, and colorful willows
Only Willow deserves to cry late at night
Carry the lost to the end
A man Yu Yu walked alone, circling
Invisible hillside, carry the lost to the end
Carry the lone bird song, silent small flowers
Indescribable smoke and rain
Taste steep and carnival
More often, confront yourself
Fade a look of glitz
Give in to me squatting on an empty mountain
Hugging me tightly with the yellow leaves
end
Suddenly, we have come to an end
Nothing picturesque
There are no imaginary rocks piercing the air
The end is so empty
A few silent birds stopped branches
No longer predict where time will go
Maybe time will never come again
I will also forget
How grief strikes over and over again
For the empty realm, draw a few white clouds
Light and clear as if it had never lived
Calm and calm, it seems that he will never die
half a lifetime
This life must be considered the next life
Endless sunset, hidden in a drawer
The sound of the wind that cannot be written is endless, dancing in the chest cavity
There is no end to the world
Half of the clouds cover the sun, and half of the moon is shallow
The cold trumpet bird that wandered halfway did not know the orangery atmosphere
I still don't know hunger and thirst, and I come out of nothing
Back to the vastness of nothingness
Occasionally paranoid, hit by countless meteorites
Cloaked in faint starlight
Willing to give the rest of my life
Unnamed things
slow
It's time to slow down
Slowly comb through the messy fire behind you
Calm down into a green bamboo, a puff of grass
Watch the blazing red sun dissipate the light and fall into it
In the eyes of the blind man, he slowly rose from the dark cave
At this point, I always open a book
Follow a secluded trail to the end of the day
Listen to the sound of Shino Qiong and wash away the muddy sand
Before dusk came, remove the blind and desperate me
Make a difference with spring
Sad people in the snow
Exhaust the songs of sorrow
Now, a drizzle burrows into old letters
Altered cold handwriting, delicate, warm lines
Like love, endurance, for spring
Paint a fiery posture
Attract the end, the world-weary
Say goodbye to the ashes of desire
Spring and I reached a heart
Only red flowers, no stumps
Member of the Xuehao Chinese Writers Association. Poetry and criticism have been published in poetry magazines such as Poetry Journal, Xingxing Poetry Journal, Chinese Poetry, and Yanhe. Published poetry collections such as "Man in the Mirror", etc., and his poems have been selected into many anthologies such as "2019 Chinese Poets Annual Selection" and "Selected Chinese Women's Poems".