Editor's Note On January 31, 2021, the Fourth National Member Congress of the Chinese Poetry Society was successfully held, and 170 people were elected as members of the Fourth Council of the Chinese Poetry Society. This WeChat public account will select the selected poems of directors and members on the basis of merit for the benefit of readers.
Zhang Jinjin, born in 1982 in Jinxiang, Shandong, now lives in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. Advocate pure poetry writing. His poems have been published in "Poetry Journal", "Poetry Exploration", "Stars", "Caotang", "Youth Literature", "Northern Literature", "Green Wind", "Red Bean", "Shandong Literature", "Shilin", "Poetry Tide", "Selected Poems" and other publications. He has been selected into dozens of poetry anthologies, yearbooks, bests, selections, and rankings. He has published a collection of poems, "That Night, the Moon Was Like a Hard Candy" and "Sitting at the Bottom of an Infinite Galaxy." Three novels have also been published.
Winter morning overlook
Zhang Progress
Winter morning overlook
The winter day and night are long: seven o'clock has passed, and the sky is not yet light
The distant sky was a bright red flame
I sat on the living room balcony and looked at the skyline red
Layer by layer, it fades upwards
At the same time, the blue-black weapon under the sky
It has also begun to spit out a white edge:
It was a blue-black human world
The human world is quenching cold water.
The Song of the Green Lotus
When I was a vine plant
Spit out a strip of green tongue
Licking the silence of this afternoon
I tasted it
A complex taste
I have this litter of green puppies
Always loved being in the air
Sniff around. Now they
Finally smelled the enigma of life
That chaotic and incomprehensible breath
More headache than formaldehyde
Photo in this issue: DaHeng
Wake up
After a day of high fever
December 15, 2021 at 1:30 p.m
I opened my eyes in the darkness: the restart was complete.
The lights that leak out of those buildings, the alternating traffic lights on the streets
The red light of the wings in the air flickered, and the endless unknown light
It gives me peace of mind: everything is still running in order.
Earth: One black box, countless black boxes
A tiny black box. This tiny black box
I just explored a very small part.
Blind box
On the day of the Great Cold Festival, my body
Make a big fuss about the topic of "cold"
I have always been plagued by "internal heat"
A new challenge: persistent low back pain.
This confuses me. Compared to this confusion
Even fear is simplified:
It comes in the form of individual thoughts
Lightning-like ripples streaked through.
From this confused mountain, another thirty-nine days have passed
I will arrive without confusion. Sure enough, the doctor's diagnosis
Contributed a new entry: fasciitis.
Confusion is reduced as a result, but a New Year's gift
It's like a blind box that has been mistakenly removed
Even if you don't want it, you have to pay for it
And you also have to put it
Throw it into the middle of the already messy things
Every now and then it will jump out
Command you to clean up the dust
Command you to wipe away your remorse.
Night of July 4
Dark blue night sky
Suddenly open to me
It was a world completely beyond my comprehension:
A mirror that does not reflect the shadow.
Stars: A vague metaphor in the mirror in front of you
Plane: A masterless shadow is smuggling
- Cross the mirror to become a solid.
Dark clouds in the moment
Moving clouds: pieces of black earth filled with seeds
I knew that soon the roots of the rain would come down
Although I have never seen the branches and leaves of those plants
But I've seen the bones of stars blooming in the sky
stone
I wanted to go downstairs to look for the stone
The one that was across the doorbell from me
Of course, it is not without other stones
Right now beside me, silent
The veins of heating flowed and made them
Become the skeleton of the building, become a living part
I wanted to go downstairs and look for the stone
We exist in the same era
Living in the same area
When the cold wind covers it with frost and snow
It's silent, like it was when it was high above
It was part of the mountain, now
Still maintain the shape of the mountain:
A very small and tiny mountain.
summer
I climbed up to the ground from the underground garage
I saw an old man with a small child
Catch cicadas in the garden of the community
I was shocked and immediately realized
I just put that metal shell
Take it off.
Grazing spring and autumn
Far away
I saw a guy
Knock the side of the street
A cherry blossom tree
I saw that it was a sanitation worker
Holding a long pole
Knock on the canopy of the flower tree
The petals screamed
Running around
He picked up the broom again
Put the petals that fall to the ground
All drove together
Late last fall
I've seen cleaners in the neighborhood
Take a long pole and beat the remaining leaves of the tree
I was still curious at the time
What are they doing
Now I know
Cattle and sheep are not allowed in the city
Humanity has already begun
Graze trees