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.
Cai Zansheng, born in July 1976, a native of Lufeng, Guangdong, is a senior chinese teacher in high school. He is a member of the Guangdong Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and the vice president of the Shanwei Poetry Society. In the early 1990s, he began to create and publish works, and successively published poems, essays, and reviews in dozens of newspapers and periodicals such as "Star Poetry Journal", "Poetry Monthly", "Selected Poems", "Green Wind", "Works", "Source Stream", "South", "Golden Age", "Chinese Culture Newspaper", "Yangcheng Evening News", etc., participated in the compilation of "Moral Lecture Hall", "Cultural Language - Lu Feng Humanistic Reader", "Lu Feng Humanistic Style Series", "Living Memory", "Spiritual Symbols", etc., and has published personal poetry collections "God of Life", "Poems on fingertips", "Poetry on the Fingertips", "Poetry on the Fingertips", etc. The reason the eagle flew over".
Star train in opposite directions
Cai Zansheng
Teenager with horse
When a horse runs out of the heart
I tried to describe a line of hoofs, and the vocabulary brought me into the rhetorical trap
Teenagers don't need too many words
Gaze through the golden
The sea floods over the summit
Machete, cross-cutting knife. The feathers on the jingjing are naturally sung by the wind
The waves of every day of the teenager are rushing. Gestures
It's like a winter scene. I paused
There is a momentary trance
Then the corners of the mouth rise slightly
I'm not in a hurry to live with each other
Look for a response
Photo by Jiang Bohan
run
Unconsciously, he lived in the opposite direction of himself
Often forgot to bring the footprints back.
None of them spoke, we could hear
Only the wash of the sea.
Hitting himself, even the stones cried
Rain is hidden in the bottom of the heart, lightning and thunder can be
Used to polish eyes. Look up again and the stars and moons are embedded
All the sounds come to you
The heart is honest, and where the calling is unknown
Dragging a weightless body
I'm also destined for a run
Say
Say. When we say it, we are experiencing loss
Say that tomorrow's feet will become strong
Say the multicolored light you wear when you run
Everything, in such a vast vessel
The universe let go of its own reflection
When we say it, it's not because of sadness.
Or another summon
It's like throwing yourself into another place where you need to go
Please
Ignored, even when approaching the answer
Stop and go, staring at one of the flowers in the sky
After all, it is humble and distorted
It is not enough to wash the pot. It's just that
Such a rush is not enough
The thunder outside the window pierced through the mute and fell in
Dim well edge.
How many stumbling steps
Can please the empty echo
Repentance
Even in winter, you can breathe savagely
Sit like a frosted dwarf fir
The heavens and the earth are very small, and every stubble is a black and white pawn
The point is in the corner of the chessboard, and there is no winner or loser
A cool shiver under the blade
The ice on my forehead woke me up
That excitement lasts longer than the thunder of summer
More power
In the early morning of middle age, it is like when I was young again
Full of barbaric plunder, disdainfully accepted quietly
The giving of life
It always seems, like to be unreasonable
Including remorse. Frostbite is woken up
Get rid of the dead and come back to life
Leave suspense behind. Re-disk it for you
The odds of victory
Stupid bird sky
It's not the sky that's where you see
Thanks for life, fairly for every one
Clumsy birds
Sufficiently low branches were prepared.
Life sometimes can't afford it
The dreamer's throne. Includes a campfire for moths
It was like the moment I remembered the distance, subconsciously
Tight sleeves
Lift the weight-bearing wings and draw an arc
Then freeze in mid-air. wind
Also stopped clapping
on the way
There are villages along the way that there are illusions
It's not just me alone
Time that cannot be recovered
A carriage carrying empty bags of rice
Go farther and farther
The night brought me into every possibility
My face grew wider
One side is in daylight and the other side is by your river.
Connecting words with the sky,
Tear the sides of the face farther away
Also find that under your frame
It's all my garden.
I don't believe in the blue sky from afar,
Nor are the stars pillows or dreams.
I only believe in the lenses, believe in you
Only a little meaning of existence is soaked in water.
I'm on this side. Life at this moment
It was a reclining in the daylight to climb the mirror of the night sky
The ladder.
It's better to have no place to live. Feet, have a section
A summer day that has never been set foot in the distance
The body, into someone else's verse
Spring that has never been described.
Star train in opposite directions
Look out from the carriage
The steep stars are in full view
Which constellation is the next stop. The interstellar train that is in flight,
There is a curfew of hundreds of millions of light-years in between.
Had to wait until arrival
Only to know that the right to return has been lost, as is the case
Tonight's gray hair, sore feet
Decipher all sparks, if not with woodcut eyes
One extra minute
More delay than lost youth.
This minute, by the faint light
Salvation from the fall of a certain dimension in the mortal world
The light falls
The light fell deeply
The light falls because, not only on the branches.
Scratched, or torn a corner
Many are focused and bowed
In the sound of the wind, on the banks of the river
Mixed with shouting, your face is getting thinner
In concentration or dizziness
The train can be a warm noun
The contact between the ticket stub and the two ends dissolved
A glass of wine
Shake the drip without spilling.
How weak the vessel is to time, and so is the vocabulary.
The light falls for another mood. Years later
You still feel cold, it's okay
We also have excuses for being busy.
A pinch of nuts
With a shell, or wilting. A pinch of nuts
Timidly close
Crack after maturity
Carelessly completely naked in your horizon
Great compassion, shining
Don't think I need you to be so cold and
hard
At the shoulders of the dark green cape, the ochre-colored hembos
The eyes are clearly marked with traces of past lives
A pinch of time. Enough to go back in time
Ingested smells, open dreams
Unwilling to smooth out again. Scattered nuts
Humble close to dust. Freshly baked tea
Still like your summer heart
sound
Usual. Or dripping
Thinking of you so calmly. Not offensive
The wood hibiscus in the bushes and the bauhinia flowers next to the road dripped
Smokeless rain, drifting to the ground
The sound of herons and the light touch of the lake
An unprecedented experience that can be heard when looking up.
I turned away, your shadow cast in the petals
Blunt saw
Origins, a few lines of Iron Age messages
Each line corresponds to the impossibility.
Hammered or hammered, I was in a numbness that could not shout,
Falling in love is impossible
Poor or deserted, get used to it and accept it
The teeth of the years are white
Your hair is mixed with ash
Progressive form. unconsciously
All afternoon, listen to a blunt saw
Pulling back and forth
Pull through the void, the same dance in the same winter
Incinerate a different paperweight
On the paper are half-familiar Scriptures.
Your fear or helplessness stops at the corner of life
Sawing out a different pain