Poetry: Tianshan Shepherd Zenzawa
Photography: Wu Lun (Zhangjiakou)
Self-carving
Shepherd of Tianshan (Henan)
Ponder the world
Sculpt yourself
The mind of the sea is broad
The bosom of the mountain is tall
The bosom of the river is a rushing current
My bosom is poetry
May I be in good health
May my footsteps be firm
The mountain is high and has a roof
The sea is wide and has shores
The road is narrow and there is a road
Loneliness has the sun
If you dare to go, you will be far away
Don't cry in the snow and wind
It's spring when you walk
Not angry when tired
To do it is to harvest it
The path of the poet is beautiful
One flower and one stone, one grass and one tree
A mountain and a river, a meeting and a see
……
There is a view with eyes
Where there is scenery, there is poetry
……
Flowers look at the stream, I look at the flowers
The flowers and streams are beautiful, I am beautiful
The trees climb the big mountain, and I look at the mountain
Tree green mountains good I good
The world is
The enjoyment of poetry
Enjoy the song that understands the song
Understand the enjoyment of love
……
I try to understand myself
Afraid of something
Only those who don't have skins have faces
Those who brag have cattle
I try to appreciate myself
Writer and poet
It doesn't matter if outsiders admit it or not
I have poetry and literature
I'm not vulgar
Because I'm not like others
All stupid
I'm skinny
I tried to tell myself
You can't live great
Also live out the style
Being a person does not sell foreign flavors
Lyrics do not need to be deep
Begging for food should also be courted for grace
May the mountains and rivers and oceans be given to me
morsel
May spring dwell forever
Shanze (Jilin City)
early morning
A ray of sunlight sprayed onto my face
Today
We could walk out of the small building
Go and bathe in the long-lost sun
Fifty-two days
We were grounded at home
Static management
People don't leave the house
Can only look forward to
The spring breeze blows away the haze as soon as possible
Steep from the spring cold
Snowflakes flutter in early spring
To this day, a hundred flowers are in full bloom
The good times were taken away
Static
We listen to snowflakes flying
Look at the clouds drifting away
Watch the geese fly by
Birds return home
Now a few butterflies in front of the window
Dance
Flew over my shop window
But we still can't be like birds
We saw pheasants foraging in the streets
Wild boars broke into our fence wall
They thought people had lost the city
Even the wild ducks in the Songhua River
Today we will also run out of food
The pockets were empty
Fridge space
The rice bag was empty
Our brains are also empty
Everything went to zero
My city
My countryside
My landscape
When will it be able to embrace in our arms
When will it be able to embrace in our arms
……
This belated spring
Just as full of spring breeze
Spring is full of colors
I wish
Spring stays forever
Spring is full of people
@ poem author Tianshan Shepherd (Zhu Xiuzhang), a native of Yucheng, Henan, joined the army in December 1974.
@ poetry author Shanze (Han Zhongfang), a native of Jilin City, Jilin Province, joined the army in December 1974.
@ Photographer Wu Lun (that year all the way north) Hebei Zhangjiakou people, joined the army in December 1976.
Editor: Li Xunxiu Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature