Two poems by Sun Fangjie
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First, I stared into the distance on the seashore
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I gazed off the seashore, a few fishing boats faintly visible
Like a hammock hanging from the sea
Turbulent, fluttering, like my heart at this moment
The sky was a little gloomy, and the ghost knew how I was feeling at the moment
It was being smashed into a wisp of green smoke by the huge waves that were being smashed
When you think of the past, there will be a sudden sadness
Slammed into the wrinkled intestines
Luck and doom are twin brothers
It has the same theme: labor and suffering
There are some dangers, ambushed in the years
There is some despair that looms from time to time in life
Every day is like a typhoon blowing from the sea
Huge waves are rising, surging and wet.
There are too many dilemmas
I can't get there even if I dig my mind out
I always smile at people and heal my wounds alone in the shadows
Sit on the big seashore and gaze off into the distance
The roaring waves came in rows and rows
Hit my throat with salt
It seems that my internal organs have been soaked into a brine platter
The fishing boats were gone, and the sea was empty
I saw that my tears were still on the cusp of the waves
On the distant sea, churning unceasingly
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Second, I walked on the beach
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I was walking on the beach, my footprints
Clear, steady, the waves come and go back
My footprints were gone, no traces of me on the beach
It's like my years are passing
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There is some glimmer on the beach and the lines on the sea are beautiful
Those curved lines, like flying angels
At this point, looking at the sea is enough
My body has long been soaked with seawater
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I was walking on the beach, and it was early autumn in Taiping Bay
I will be a song of my own soul
Put it into the seawater and it rolls up in the waves
Then there was my melody, in an instant
There was some joy in front of me, moving
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The seagulls that flew in, at first there were only nine
Repeat it several times, later in the sky
There were seagulls everywhere, and I couldn't count them
The arc of the seagulls flying is also beautiful
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They fly high and low crossed
It's like having a big ball
Then they disappeared, as if in an instant
It was as if I had lowered my head and not yet lifted up
The sky was clean again
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Some of my messy thoughts
It also disappeared, and it was a calm twilight
The mood was like the sea I was looking at at the moment
Only microwaves rippled, no torrential currents
【Author's Profile】Sun Fangjie (male), born in September 1968, Shouguangren, Shandong, whose works have appeared in many literary journals such as "People's Literature", "Poetry Journal", "Xinhua Digest", "Selected Poems", "Stars", "Poetry Tide", "Green Wind", "Qingdao Literature", "Feitian", etc., and has written poems such as "I Love My Poetry", "The Parting that Is Gradually Approaching", "How Steel is Made", "Half Life Sin and Half Life Love", "Passing Through this Decade", "Fate Syndrome", "Steel Mill" and many other literary journals, and his works have been selected into many annual anthologies. He was shortlisted for the 5th, 6th and 7th Chinese Young Poet Awards, won various awards such as the Taishan Literary and Art Award (Literary Creation Award) in Shandong Province, and participated in the 23rd Youth Poetry Festival of the Poetry Journal. He is a contracted writer of the third and fifth sessions of the Shandong Writers Association and a member of the China Writers Association.