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Selected Poets Geography | No. 112
Zong Liang | Zhang Guangjie | Hua Xun | du Xiaohao
Yehe | Chunben | Wang Changzheng | Malé
Ranked in no order | authorized
Autumn
Touching the heavy days, there are unspeakable feelings
Those that turn from green to yellow, lush and gradually ripe
The fiery red, golden, and pure white of the branches hanging high
And the decaying ones scattered in the dirt, and there
Let the wind and clouds rise, and leisurely stand still under the mountain
The sun shines all over the wilderness, and the South Ridge Depression is quiet and peaceful
Neither hurried nor slow, the flock turned over the slope in front of them
Just buried the name of the big brother for half a century
It is impossible to say who is more unfortunate than whom, and life is neatly organized
The south ridge is covered with depressions, and the sunflowers are high above
Whoever looks up, it is golden, like a flag
The sound of cicadas is everywhere, fading the last trace of time
There are drifting clouds in the sky, and there are thin stones in the shallow water
If the sunset is lowered, the warmth will be closer
Cooking smoke spreads through the mountain village, and the days repeat to tranquility
No matter how far away the wind sounds, they can't convey the long-lost rural sounds
Sitting on the abundance of autumn, the old dragon clock of Nanlingwa
Wait for the stars and push the heavy rings again
Zong Liang, whose real name is Ma Tigui, is a native of Yonghe County, Shanxi Province, and currently lives in Chengdu, Sichuan. Some works have won awards in the journal, and prose works have been selected as reading exercise questions for the exam paper. He is a member of the Nanchong Youth Poetry Society and a member of the Sichuan Provincial Prose Literature Society.
Father's face
A tree is looked at for a long time and I will cry
The trees would jump out, a face
Sometimes green, sometimes
Golden. If I continue to watch
The face that jumped out of the tree would tell fairy tales
He would sing and sometimes call me
When it disappears, it is the tree that has lost its leaves
But I knew that the face was still among the branches
Just like the love of the world, big and small, it has become
A kind of nothingness. I still know
That face will come back
Just like those leaves
They will grow out of the branches one by one
Zhang Guangjie is the vice president of Luoyang Prose and Poetry Society, a contracted writer of Luoyang Literature College, and the editor of Poetry Monthly. He has published poetry works in Poetry Journal, People's Daily, Star Poetry Journal, etc.; his works have been selected into the "2000 Chinese Poetry Selection", "2002 China's Best Prose Poems", "2018 Chinese Prose Poetry Selection" and other anthologies; he has been nominated for the 7th Chinese Poetry Breakthrough Award in 2020 and the top ten emerging poets of "Young Poets" in 2020; he has authored the poetry collection "Black Coffee and White Coffee" and co-authored "Starting Point".
waste time
Walk through the cracks of life
Water the orchids and garlic
Pick a time to dry your mood
Be more lenient about the days
Make yourself leaner
Generate wind under the feet to reduce wear
There is time to grow new branches and leaves
Embellished with sloppiness and compromise
And the faster it goes
I just threw myself farther away
Like a smooth grinding disc
Loose gears
Hold on to the groove of life
It's always hard
I hear
One direction is extending
another
In rapid collapse collapse
If you don't go from the ups and downs to yourself
All the far away
But it's hilarious
Slip through somebody's fingers
Hua Xun, female, Shandan ren, graduate student of Shaanxi Normal University, currently working for CITIC Publishing Group. He has won the first prize of the "Hello, Poet" Original Poetry Competition held by the Shaanxi Provincial Library, and the second prize of the "Top Ten Creation Awards" of the National "Urban Poetry" Collection Competition. The book review "The "Dust crowd in the cage"" was published in China Publishing Media Business Daily, and his calligraphy works have won the finalist award of the Academy of Fine Arts of Shaanxi Normal University and the CITIC Group Calligraphy Exhibition.
A woman walking by the river
She stopped and sat down on the stone pier
The canopy is covered with light red inflorescences
The river is calm, with occasional ripples
She picked up the feather-like filaments that had fallen at her feet
The fluff or short soft hair flower thread is light to dark red
That red was reflected in her white dress
Acacia flowers, the name is touching. Reminds her of a person
Think of those wet springs
It was as if there was endless dripping water
Du Xiaohao, female, poetry scattered in "Poetry Journal", "Dianchi", "Literary Port", "Contemporary People", "People's Literature", "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", "Guangming Daily", "Poetry Monthly", etc., member of the Guizhou Provincial Writers Association.
Wild loquat
Not so sweet, not so round
Feel free to turn the angle
It can expose all kinds of blemishes on the body
Sometimes dark spots of different sizes
Sometimes it is
Depressions or protrusions are hard joints in the flesh
This wild, compassionate fruit child
They are all captured by the moonlight and brought back by the daylight
It doesn't matter if you see it or not
I have a mountain wind that I can't wipe away ten thousand times
The kiss marks of the insect ants
This scrawled life is so humble
This natural life is so proud
Ye He, female, real name Yang Yuhua, Ju Zunyi, a medical worker who likes literature. There are essays and poems distributed in "Mountain Flower", "Guiyang Evening News", "Zunyi Evening News", "Zunyi Daily", "Guizhou Writers", "Guizhou Poetry" and various micro-periodicals.
My flock
Someday, I'm going to adopt a flock of sheep
Let them graze outside the world,
Feel free to be in a daze
Mating, rejoicing
Let them float and idle, busy with the earth and grass
Let them have no ideals and no fear
It's like a fool, grinding and rubbing
There is no sorrow or joy in the face
Junben, net name light as spring, female, Qianren. After the 70s, he lived in Kaili, Guizhou. Born as a scholar, I thought that poetry was life.
By the river, a few stones
A few stones by the river
Read it fresh once
It was as if the branches had just bloomed after the rain
Fly away from the pear blossoms in the palm of your hand
It's like a kaleidoscope again
A touch is another world
Time is a magical cloth
Morning is a color stream
Afternoon and night turned into rain
Dexterous hands adorn a small poem
Bronze buttons are a fairy tale
Tied to the long placket of this river
Wang Changzheng, born in 1993, is a native of Jieshou City, Anhui Province, and currently lives in Beijing. He has published literary works in many newspapers and periodicals such as "Chinese Writers", "Poetry Journal", "Stars", "Shilin", "Poetry Tide", "Yanhe", "Zhiyin", "Anhui Literature", "People's Daily", "China Culture Newspaper", "China Land and Resources Newspaper", etc., and won the China Long Poetry Award, Guo Xiaochuan Poetry Award, Yangguan Poetry Award, Heluo Poetry Award and other awards. Published 6 personal anthologies.
Breeze
A son with wet
Towels for reclining in front of the firewood door
The old mother on a bamboo chair
Wipe your face, wipe your arms. Gently
Rub varicose veins on the legs.
The Yellow River was at his doorstep
Not far away, it flows slowly.
How clean the evening breeze was.
Ma Lai, real name Zhang Dong, after the 70s. He has won the Poetry Award of "Poetry God", the Poetry Award of "People's Literature", the "Red Sorghum" Poetry Award, and the Shandong Literature Award. Participated in the 27th "Youth Poetry Society". Published poetry collections such as "Silence on Paper" and "Snow Inside". Poetry is believed to be first and foremost clean and quiet, and secondly to express inner love and guilt. He currently lives in Zibo, Shandong Province, and is a financial practitioner.