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Secrets that cannot be told
Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei) Editor: Yimeng Fangfei
Walk alone in the wind and rain
Over the years
I'm to myself to you
I have always believed in it
Didn't say no
Tell the secret
Even if you meet the warm sun in winter
Spring meets cold snow
Disappointment and desolation
Encounter countless times of strangeness and
Familiar with believe
The gods are on the clouds on the roof
Sparkling
Even less willing to mention those who were plundered
Love hate Sleepless nights
Always want to guard a bunch of wildfires
Low chant shallow singing
That's enough today
What a worry about the growth of all things
What a sorrow for all things to grow old
In a place where cherry blossoms are in full bloom
Try to blend in with the loneliness of an era
Breathe well and scratch or burn
A memory of years
2022、3、22
That day you stood in front of the window
Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)
You were quiet that day
Standing in front of the window and telling me
You're not using this to remember
Just a shallow like
Old house with all the stuff
There is no need to say goodbye
They are not the same as us
Live forever in time
We still live occasionally in dreams
Including the vines under the porch
Last night, the spring breeze passed
Drizzle wet the windowsill
Three clear lights or out
Sorrow or out of love and pity
Waiting for you to reunite with them
The floating city behind me I was most afraid
Bitter reunion if only
Go for the way you carry
A heart
It won't be so bitter
Even if the ends of the world are separate
Not really
Lifelong bones
2022、4、19
It was late at night
Text/Chu Xiangping (Hebei)
It was late at night
I saw it again
Spring moon
The Moon of April is exotic
Same flash
Late at night, it went up and down
Waves, that's your long-lost thought
It is the echo of your nostalgia for the homeland
I want to say goodnight
But you are still on the water side
Raise your hand
Suspended in mid-air
How dare I say goodbye
For this is the abyss of fireworks on earth
You and I need the rest of our lives
Measure it well
2022、4、19
About the Author:
Xianda, formerly known as Chu Xiangping, is a native of Shijiazhuang. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the People's Artists Association. He has published a collection of poems "Still Water FlowIng Deep" prose collection "Still Water Breeze" and created a large number of poetry essays that have appeared in various newspapers and magazines, and have been reprinted by many online platforms. "Selected Poems", "Kanto Poets", "Yanhe", "Chang'an Literature and Art" and other magazines. Books such as "Chinese Contemporary Poetry Collection", "Poetry and Distant Places", "Poetry Classics 2017", "Chinese Fine Reading" and other books are included.