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Wang Yulong | fu ordered Zhang Weiqing | | Li Wei
01
I looked up at the night sky
Not to look for the stars
Text/Wang Yulong
late at night
Stand in the middle of a quiet city
I was looking up
But I'm not looking for the stars
I want to have a pair of fire eyes
Penetrate layers of smog
See the distant space
See if there is a night market in the sky
Look at that night market
Whether it is also a "fairy" head
Most importantly
I'm going to see if there's a mother there
Also there randomly picked
A wide variety of products
Also there with her heavenly neighbors
Laughing
(2022.4.23 night in Beijing Emerald Park)
About the author: Wang Yulong, pen name Sea Dragon. He was born in Jilin City, Baishan and Heishui. He currently resides in Beijing. He has worked in Shanghai for a long time. Walking all over the motherland, I love the splendid rivers and mountains of the motherland incomparably. Since childhood, he has loved literature and poetry, and occasionally publishes small poems in his spare time. He is currently working for a listed foreign company.
02
Shen Haojie is a good baby
Text/Payment Order
I am sure he is a Chengdu native of Bijie
Rough days on the Umun Plateau
The long poetry after pulling out the Yurun Jinguan City
It is said that it is not to deceive young people poor
Peer malice still brings difficulties
Together, we joined the Chengdu Writers Association
His sky
There are still white cloud dogs and Ashin rolling
His faraway
There are also southern gulls flying all the way
Jianhua Village, Que Mo Geng read
Cooking smoke wafted in the chickens and dogs smelled
A copy of the "Translation" poem is connected to Kyushu
The moment you go in and out of the walled house at night
The shoulders are filled with starlight
About author:Fu Ling, member of Chongqing Bishan District Writers Association, Guiyang Writers Association, Guizhou Prose Literature Society, Guizhou Provincial Poets Association, Guizhou Poetry Society, Chinese Boxing Association, etc. He has published several monographs.
03
Mother
Text/Zhang Weiqing
You took me in your arms and called out my name
Dreams, really happy
A pile of old-colored earthen graves, the home I miss day and night
The planted wild chrysanthemums, without speaking, sent away in autumn and winter
Invite the breeze and the bright moon, touch the wine bowl of drunken loess
The back button was on the edge, as if to let me see that it was my mother's small courtyard
Stone stele, a household registration booklet
It is like a mountain, carving the sadness, sorrow and sorrow of the mother's life
I read it as mother, an iron bone that stands tall in the sky
I went to the field to pick up my mother's bitterness, her rickety back
I went to the palm of my mother's hand to see the land that the lifeline and the love line fed
I talked to the calluses on my mother's footboard
Laugh without answering
Invite your mother home for a meal
Help her mother down the mountain, the field, the plough, the rice spike misses her
I was stingy, carrying tears, mourning and praying
Long kneeling in si, a desolate place
Looking back, she saw her mother smiling, waving her hand, and sending her out of the village
About author:Zhang Weiqing is a member of Hubei Writers Association. He has published more than 100 poems in journals such as Poetry Journal, Chinese Poetry, Yangtze River Series, Yangtze River Literature and Art, Yangtze River Daily, Hubei Daily, and Fangcao Chao. Published four personal poetry collections: "Countryside", "Fathers and Fellow Villagers", "Wind Language", and "Spring Warm Flowers". He has won the Wuhan 99 Poets Poetry Award and the Second Prize of the Financial Literature Poetry Award of the Ministry of Finance.
04
Seams
Text/Li Wei
You look at a sharp knife, so thin, like it doesn't look like it
A gap
Many years ago I was in Shapingba, Chongqing
I've seen a man with a bare upper body
He held two kitchen knives in both hands
Look ahead
A struggling expression
He struggled
Also walk down the street with two crevices
Soon someone will call the police
There are no gaps in people's gaze
The world works without gaps
But at that moment, the residue was like blood
He held two slits in his bare upper hand and looked ahead
Like one from between two gaps
People who have come out and struggled with this world
4/27/2022 at 8:52 AM
About author:Li Wei, a native of Chengdu, post-70s. Published the poetry collection "Let a Sheep Live". His poems have appeared in Poetry Weekly, Stars, Genres, Poetry Tides, Green Winds, Youth Digests, and other periodicals. He is one of the founders of the online poetry forum "Seventh Line".