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Wang Yulong | Zhang Weiqing
Back to eternity
I stepped on the remains of grasshoppers
Walk back in time
seaside
I saw Nuwa
She was busy creating people
A pile of loess piled up on the beach
She was mechanically busy
Seems to ignore me
It was as if I didn't exist
So I walked away consciously
But I saw it clearly
Her eyes were filled with loneliness and helplessness
I walked aimlessly into a wood
A mammoth is leisurely grazing
A group of pterosaurs hovered over its head
The mammoth did not panic
It knows it well
The giant teeth on his head
It is by no means an optional ornament
The pterosaurs flew away knowingly
And I walked away bored again
I leaned under a huge fern tree
Unknown wildflowers sway in the wind
There were no birdsong
There are also no bees and butterflies to collect the nectar
Look up
Only a huge firmament covered the earth
Everything continues in silence
Everything waits in silence
Think of the hustle and bustle of the real world
I suddenly felt that the ancient world was very good
thereupon
I hurried to the beach in search of Nuwa
I want to pray that she won't make human beings again
On the beach, however, Nuwa had gone far
Only a jumble of human footprints is left
and the endless waters
Growling quietly
Or ridicule
Wait until the outbreak is over
Wait until the outbreak is over
I must go for a long walk
Give the mind a complete holiday
Give the body complete freedom
Look at the mountains and look at the water to see the flowers and trees
Taste the food and wine from different places
And then
Just sleeping on a strange street
Raise your head and look at the stars in the sky
Wait until the outbreak is over
I must visit my family and friends
Take a family portrait,
Drink a few glasses of old wine from your hometown,
Look at you and me who took off the mask and him and her
Whether the sincere and pure smile is still the same
Wait until the outbreak is over
I must love life more
Love life, movement and freedom even more
I'm going to use all the light and heat of the rest of my life
Warm self-infected earth
Wait until the outbreak is over
I'm going to write a long lyric poem
Use the most sincere and simple words
Document the outbreak
Every ordinary person is extraordinary
Perseverance, resistance and struggle
They are the mission and responsibility of the angels in white
It is the silent dedication and perseverance of volunteers
It is the cooperation and bearing of every ordinary person
It is the mother of the great motherland
Strong leadership and endless tenderness
About the Author
Wang Yulong, pen name Jiaolong of the Sea. 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.
spring
Red peach, put a lantern and hang it on the branches
A hard core, hiding a soft heart
Pear blossoms, learning snowflakes to fly, withering away whose tears
Silkworms devour mulberry leaves, never chewing so specifically
It's like cutting a piece of spring into half a moon
Mangosteen took off pieces of armor like fishing poles
Section by section
The purple geese that cross thousands of mountains and rivers will put the hometown of the clanging, the pain of nostalgia
Nests resting on eaves or beams
The cuckoo's wheat cuttings made Chun Ni panic
Plant Qingming and valley rain
Dead weeds are resurrected in Tang poems and Song poems
Green barren slopes, grasslands...
Wild wood that no one cares about
Buds, pecking out the spring color
The soil on the rice paddy field is marked by the arch of earthworms
Never swam far away
Think back to the path I've traveled in life
Wang
Sunset river walk, boat swim in the middle of the river
Flowing water, the blood of my veins, surging and flying
Looking up at the heavenly dome, the smoke wafted with homesickness
Smell the smell of loess, sweat, golden, autumn boiling incense
Hear the folk sounds calling the wanderer home
Orchid flowers, called up the hillside by spring
Wrapped in corn in the valley, covered with beards, showing gold teeth, smiling at the red dust
The mud huts sprinkled on the side of the mountain are fed by ancient songs in the ravine
A dirt road stuck to the sun was paved with the mother's gaze, and the village entrance was full of entanglements
The bird's nest, once thought to be the back basket for picking tea
Thought I had a birthmark on my ass
Bitter well water, the rudder shook the moon
The stone mill of the small courtyard spits out the white pulp of autumn
Put on the bucket hat and put on the coat, and the old farmer is busy with spring ploughing
Take a sickle and walk into the fields and write golden lines of poetry
The snow is vast and the imagination of the village is endowed with vastness and warmth
Grains of light were shouted out by the night
Like a firefly, carrying a small lantern, like me
Back home
About the 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.