Photo by Jiang Xiaojue
Snowman (Outer 2)
Ailian Lee
A hand, struggling to reach out, disappeared
The head was high and it didn't take long to disappear
The sun was rising, and I couldn't find the bones of my last name
Also keep the posture of anticipation
Identities like some dead fragments cannot be identified
The light that comes from afar
It's not like a river entering an estuary to usher in a new birth
It's like sand that sucks up water
Under Helan Mountain
Beneath the deep firmament
Blue has been mottled, white has been desolate
Step on the uneven grass and harvest yourself
The vast wind reduced the cemetery to a single grass seed
The land is depressed but has layers of death and rebirth
I longed for a different tone
The desert and the Yellow River, flying like a trumpet falling like a piano
Horses pass by, left pocket with salt right pocket with gun
Glittering, gushing towards the end of the pen with dagger-like language
The white clouds chased the white clouds, and the silence fell into silence
The grass continued to wither and the wind continued to blow
One afternoon, one good road
I arrived at me just in time
Fragile fragrance
I woke up this morning to find myself in an empty space
The mountains are covered in heavy snow at night
Rabbits wash their ears in their nests
Sparrows sort their feathers on wires
Many plants and trees are too much looking forward to spring
Depict your buds in advance
Fragile fragrance, holding up fragile flowers
Eager to catch the spring that has just passed
Li Ailian, a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the Chinese Poetry Society, has published works in poetry journals such as Poetry Journal, Selected Poetry Journal, ShuoFang, Feitian, and Writer, and her works have been selected for a number of poetry anthologies, and the poetry collection "Six Idle Collections" has been published.
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Imaginary Ephemeral Flowers (Outer Two Songs)
Chen Yangchuan
I love the darkness of the night, which hides many emotions
If the silence comes just right, take a sip of wine
You can write about the delicate face of a beauty under the drunken moon
The night suddenly jumped up the text, the dream was roundabout
I pretended not to know myself and acted arbitrarily
Peel off its purple long sleeves, white tunic, yellow heart
Until the ephemeral beauty mingles with poetic worship
I don't envy the joy of ephemerals
Don't dwell on fleeting things
I'd better imagine it drifting away
Humble look
totem
The cloud hugs the cloud, and the more it hugs, the more it embraces
Those who return, getting closer and closer
The wind paints a picture of every cloud
The totem of sentient beings is constantly changing
The rabbit in the sky instantly turned into a tiger
The sun is setting as promised
The glow of the lake quickly heals the traces of time
The water lilies of the winter moon are covered with a diffuse orange color
Everything goes unchecked
The cloud hugs the cloud, and the more it hugs, the less it gets
People who travel farther and farther away
The red halo dissipates the imprint of life
Forget what it looked like
Where did spring go
Each plant houses a heart that is boiling with blood
The leaves turned green, shuttling emotions
I can't always remember the time that has passed
The sound of spring breeze blowing on the face
The spring light leaked out, it was calm, carrying the words
The answer every year, repeated in March Idle Clouds
Like a hole, like a road, like a past
People around the corner
It's gone
This spring is seductive, the spring color of the shawl
Bring your asakusa and don't say a word
No more insects chirping birds
There are no horseshoes coming from afar
There is no colorful fall
Chen Yangchuan, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, published "Mountain Stream Playing water", "Don't confuse old trees, flowers bloom beautifully" and Liu Xian Collection (collection) and so on. There are texts on paper, and occasionally awards are awarded.
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The Spirit of the Sea (Chapter 3)
Xie Xiangdong
seawater
The sea is salty. The sea is bitter. But, the poet says, the sea is sweet again.
The sea is wide. The sea always brings people a beautiful vision and yearning.
The sea has always felt beautiful to me. Since I was a child, I have read a beautiful article "The Daughter of the Sea", perhaps because I grew up living by the sea, so I have loved the sea since I was a child.
The sea is always like this, a wave runs down, and immediately a wave will rush up, tirelessly moving forward, day after day, year after year.
Although, again and again, it has been ruthlessly rejected by the other shore, but the sea will always move forward, towards her goal, towards her ideals, without hesitation, bravely moving forward. All this is due to the strength and persistence of the sea, and to the vastness of the sea's mind.
As seawater, living in the embrace of the sea is happy, and seawater is also content. You see, today's sea is full of water, under the illumination of the sunset, the waves are like naughty children, jumping happily, and the sea surface is flooded with a golden light...
ocean wave
I have known the sea since I was a child. Because, I grew up around the sea since I was a child. The sea has cultivated my broad mind and indomitable character.
I have loved the sea since I was a child. I know the waves, the turbulence and heroism of the waves, which I have longed for since I was a child.
Finally, when I had the chance, I read the writer's words about the waves, "Monstrous waves, dragging a flat boat up and throwing it into the waves." This passage describes the ferocity of the waves to the fullest. Strangely, I did not dislike and dislike the waves, on the contrary, I felt that the waves were very close since I was a child.
Finally, I read different waves from the poet. "The waves push the waves, the waves lead the waves, jump, roll, set off a layer of shock." One pushes, one pulls, and one lifts, and the courage of the waves and the strength of personality are highlighted in front of people.
Out of love for the sea, I have loved waves since I was a child. I love the surging of the waves and the roar of the waves, so that my heart is always full of sunshine.
spray
In the vast sea, what will accompany the breath of the sea, forever and tirelessly singing? - Waves!
This white elf, she always brings joy to people.
The poet said that human life is like a rush of the sea, and it is difficult to stir up beautiful waves without encountering islands and reefs. The words of the poets are mostly passionate and romantic.
In the poet's pen, the waves are always beautiful.
I think that the reason why the waves are beautiful is because in the life of the waves, although they have experienced countless collisions, and each collision is painful, they have never seen the waves groan. On the contrary, the sound she makes is always so pleasant. Therefore, the psalmist says, it is a wave singing!
Yes, the waves are not just singing. The wave itself is like an artist who can sing and dance.
Don't? Under the illumination of the sun, the waves dance layer by layer of white elves, wonderful, even, like the clouds in the sky, layer upon layer, enviable, and exclamation. On the small waves, you can see the infinite power of the sea and nature.
People who have not seen the sea may have a slight regret in their lives.
People who have not seen the rushing waves will have less joyful singing in their hearts, perhaps.
Friends, if you have not yet seen the sea, I suggest that you may wish to come to the North Bay for a walk and take a look. Maybe you will have an unexpected gain, maybe you will have an unexpected surprise. Perhaps, there will be a small wave that sings for you!
Xie Xiangdong, a native of Fangchenggang City, Guangxi. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Prose Literature Society, and the Guangxi Writers Association. He has published many books such as "Southern Rain Rhyme", "Love Stone Edge", "Clouds in the Blue Sky" and so on.
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Soldier Carriage Line (Outer Second Song)
Cui Wansheng
After monty horses
How many soldiers still walked on the Qin Straight Road
I stepped on those deeply hidden ruts
Wave your big hand and wave again
The wind does not move, and the grass and trees are silent
Hundreds of years of grass and trees have not been able to command
Two thousand years of soldiers will be able to obey orders
The dust after the military vehicle, the dust pushed by the wind and rain
It's a meter thick. Higher than the wheels of the military vehicle
I stand on wheels
Those that have really existed, above space
Looking ahead, the trees are luxuriant
Looking back, it is densely planted like cloth
At this moment, the carriage and horse were crushing my silence at my feet
Figures and right and wrong buried in dust
The jungle at the mouth of my heart is getting denser
There are flowers, there are grasses, there are trees
It is also possible to see and not see the fruit
The head hangs low behind the carriage and horse
Twilight is gathering on the Qinzhi Ancient Road
Even though I laughed, my voice was no higher than the treetops
Even though I cried, the tears couldn't splash on the rudders
So, let's look back
Deposit the people and things that pass by
It's called pre-dust
The train goes east
The mother holding the baby dozed off, and the light outside the car window came in and dozed off
People around are dozing off, and the slow trains are dozing off
The setting sun in the west lapping at the roadbed, the train vibrating softly
The baby's lips twitched, whose dreams were rising and falling
The train sped east, suddenly accelerating, and twilight crashed into her mother's arms
The baby woke up and chased away the wind of the sun in the carriage looking for me
A traveler who knows the end point and does not know where he is
The mother called, and there was no signal in the cave, and not a word was heard clearly
The train was heading east, and my mother had already arranged it all
My mileage in her heart is only the beginning, and I can only travel in the space of her heart
This old and stupid old lady's eyes were in the East
I'm coming home, my mother is at home, and the train is all going home
I was coming home, my mother was at home, and the train was passing through the wilderness of the night
The mother with the baby in her arms was feeding her baby and I felt hungry
I looked at my nursing mother and she smiled at me and lowered her head
She looked out the window, and the mother should also be looking out the window
They couldn't see anything, they were all women
I was standing in the aisle and saw a man on the window glass who was lonely
He was facing me, and we smiled at each other and pretended not to know
The last grapefruit
Stand in the sunlight of the leaf wings
Blown by the wind over and over again
The paint of the days
It is colored and faded every year
Decorate your thoughts before spring arrives
When broad leaves are drilled at dusk
I face north
See your own white hair
Hold up the comb of the bright moon
See the last grapefruit
Look up at the ripe winter
I waited for the mist to come in the spring
A grapefruit that envelops heaven and earth
Concentrated into a lifetime of sweet and sour
Next year, or this year
I was alone in the branches
Go and count the density of the stars
Cough when sad, cry when happy
The last grapefruit
I struggled to hold my neck
Always green and never mature
Cui Wansheng is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, the Chinese Poetry Society, the vice chairman of the China Chemical Writers Association, and a student of the 31st Young and Middle-Aged Writers Advanced Research Class (Poetry Class) of Lu Xun Literature Institute. His works have been published in literary journals such as Poetry Journal, Chinese Writers, Stars, Yanhe, Selected Poems, Poetry Monthly, Earth Fire, Petroleum Literature, Yan'an Literature and other literary journals and selected for some annual selections. He has published poems such as "Beloved", "The Earth of Heavenly Travel", "All Possibilities Are Called Transport", "Former Dust", documentary literature, and many edited works.
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