Ginger's poems
Ginger, poet and writer. Graduated from the Department of Chinese of Central China Normal University, he now lives in Wuhan. Contracted writer of Wuhan Writers Association. He has published poems in journals such as Chinese Poetry, Yangtze River Series, and Stars. Published a collection of poems "The Fallen Flower Man Independence".
No joy
I shut the wind horse outside and fell asleep for a day
My color faded like the setting sun
I've spent countless summers and winters alone
I don't want to rain anymore
My flourishing shortcomings are like the twilight crows going to return to the forest of thoughts
Your body is like a seal, and I can't touch my belly anymore
Half a thousand years have passed, and the flowers have fallen deeper
I don't want to love anymore
star
You've been so nice to me that my side hooves aren't guarding you anymore
But your mouth still can't be next to mine, and don't take me to the flower pavilion
I am not a man of affection, nor am I scattered
Your mouth is like a hilarious flower, and my emotional ice armor is removed
My heart touched the Penang sunset and now I am determined to touch you
I'm going back. In the dream let my love go to your yang slope
You have bowed the ship of the sea
I went back, no matter how late I would. Rain grows with the seasons
Your hand wind holds the flesh of my hand. It's not overheated
You are my helper, and your love is like a clear spring of light
My lip window didn't want to open, and the tongue girl wanted to stay inside
Your laughter made me feel young, and I had the idea of doing Zen
I don't want to go deep into your past, you and my past don't see each other
Attachment is born of a gap. The suffering of non-existence is obtained in another form
Deer Dreams
The rain is gone, and the love of the past is forever lost
You put your arms around my flanks, the white clouds of the sky, the grass swaying the tube
Across the river, in the city's building, countless people sat in silence
Want to sleep, lie on your lap, the soul power is lightened
Each tree is a green peacock blown by the summer fan of the wind, and you are the blue star
Cloud Mountain
The Waters of Phnom Penh Tiger Piran have too many relics
You hold my fingers like you close the petals
Wood stands on the cloudy mountain, leaving all bad things to end in the air
The green shrouded world enters the heart with the light
Luna's poems
Luna, a poetry practitioner, is reading classical studies at the National People's Congress.
To Marina Tsvetaeva
A hundred years, my life or a hundred years?
Meet with the shade and fall of the years,
Is there still the same fresh yan incorporated into the poem?
A hundred years ago, you lost every sunset before the book,
Along with the depths of the night, it is also diked with you.
The wind and snow that sealed your yard also sealed my lips,
Sometimes I exhale,
Only the cold air flow is poured into the internal organs.
I dare not taste my winter day, it is cold and hard,
It must be infused with infinitely warm words, or may be relieved.
When I was a child, I went into such a snow,
White and grand
The boundaries of all ideas, right and wrong, and words
All dissipated in such a vast and deserted world.
And now there is no snowflake, only a country road,
My deceased loved ones hide on the other side of the dream.
Marina, I have learned to walk through the snow,
The wet black eyes are still able to recognize life.
I sometimes learn from children,
Bring yourself into the larger reality,
Plant a elderberry branch in your heart,
Look forward to the summer when its prosperity will be better than mine.
Sometimes learning to become an adult,
Use words to anchor my place in its world.
Day after day,
Hide the fire in your soul.
Concentration and precision may infuriate me.
Marina, I can't learn exquisite rhetoric,
Like a clumsy child keeping the truth.
Is there a day when thoughts stop? ——Нет.
Calculations and inferences sometimes fail.
You see —I talk to the dead lips,
But he did not dare to recognize his own heart.
Guan Ju wrote new
Why do you lie at my feet all day long, Muse, Oh,
The string that fills my soul
Isn't that enough as a gift to you?
You stir up my light dreams,
The sound of the piano vibrates in the leisurely night.
The singer's voice is always loud,
If you wish, please syllable:
The spring breath is not thick, and the river water is full of light,
A small swallow rested on my window sill for a while, and then it flowed away
Do not return,
But Guan Guan's words are engraved in his heart.
Peach blossoms are shaking down in the season,
The light of the day woke me up, and the boat was light
So the water drifted away.
Lycaena, clustered in the center of the water;
I have a nostalgia, slightly far away from the white clouds.
She lives in a place where twilight is slow,
The sunset view is enough.
The flowers are clean and the water of the cluster;
I thought about it, a little earlier than the idiom babbling.
Towards her, it precedes the construction of memory;
It is the perfection of creation engraved in this body, adapted and sufficient.
We spend our whole lives wading through the water, and the water poverty is fragmented.
Only a small continent is available for suspension.
Desert and sprinkled with water;
I have something to think about, and it is time to meet.
At that time, the yellow leaves will fill the road,
The persimmon tree injects all the brilliance into the fruit.
Then, Oh Goddess, my song will also be beautiful,
You know, how I'm going to celebrate my reunion with her!
A priori impossible friends
At first it was the sound of wet rain
The last tears dripping from the tip of the grass
The water on the far shore is flowing and the reed grass is flowing
The mountains and rivers are silent
And I've listened to your tidal voice
We are destined to see the same grand sunset
Each sips an old dream from a cup and plate
Let the wind pass through the holes of our souls
But he didn't say a word
Which creature formed us
The two bodies have the fragrance of the same piece of earth
Sometimes the sun is so strong that we are equally depleted
Also cloaked in cracks
But I won't get to know you
Won't stand in your rain
Our fluttering thoughts, after all
Dwell in this limited form
The void destroys me and destroys you
Two identical gaps how to spell them out perfectly
But I believe:
Fate cannot detract from your brilliance
Nor can it detract from mine
Old dreams are solid attachments for both of us
A certain piece of light is waiting for you and me to grasp
In late autumn, you weave the bottom into the reeds
Give it to your beloved girl – the fantasy of your choice
Tough on where you are
I'm also hiding in a few places, hiding the bottom of the seed
Wait for the first drop of rain to soak
See you next time in the spring breeze,
Don't let hesitation block their expressions
The burial of flowers
The pot of flowers you gave me was placed on the balcony
Left unattended for a season
Traces of life withering are gradually revealed
Corruption stretches from the inside out to the whole body
Time is not at all intolerant
Leave no wheezing
Devoured, even a weak cry for help
Is winter late or early?
I remember
You say its name is beautiful
It arrives in the middle of summer
For insect repellent
And what kind of life am I living now?
And it's the same
Locked in a small piece of soil
Left unattended
There is no nutrient
Flowerless blooms
Old silence is not mentioned
That day in a dream
Flowers grew feet and fled
And I became it, standing in front of the window all day long
Life grows thirstier
Close your eyes for the moment
But see the light
Dagiana to Onegin
Your sincere soul will be here forever
Although not allowed to get a glimpse of the whole picture
Just by images, by memory
And all my understanding
Trace the contours of the whole
You are the one who led me to the boundless vastness
Hold up a white sail
There is an eternal sunrise on board
Scorching for example, the guidance of the North Star
The road ahead is elusive
With you the most difficult and the most flat
The farthest ones are also studded with fruit
Deep down
I distinctly hear your tidal tone
Emerges from obscure times
With a shell clean texture
You don't need to open your mouth
The most delicate underlying tremor
I have long since identified it
Which player it is
Hold us both together
The two strings make the same sound
Why don't you talk
Just silently copy the evening wind
I recognize you
The dark eyebrows were frozen in spring water under their eyes
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