Mao Yurui's poem "No. 469"
Mao Yurui, pen name North Side Steel Mills. Born in 2001 in Shaoyang, Hunan, he is currently studying at the College of Literature of Guangxi University for Nationalities. He began writing poetry in early 2021 and has won poetry awards such as the "Fifth China International Poetry and Wine Culture Conference" and "Poetry Beiliu Tongshi Autumn", and his poetry has been scattered in some literary journals.
train
When time and thoughts begin to interact,
Let the journey stop here,
I'm in the chirping of the train,
See the farmer who harvests autumn by the railway,
Sweat ran down his forehead and arms
And the spine bones flow down,
It was a drizzling day,
The clouds that swirl around the farmland,
Combing the sideburns of the farmer,
The train pulls into the tunnel,
At its end is the bustling city,
The contrast between the tall buildings and the fields,
On this trip,
I felt a contrast.
insomnia
Insomnia is like an invisible hand,
Locked my soul,
Confusion and troubles wash away the intellect,
Sobbing like a child who can't find a home,
The last line of defense of the brain is broken,
I was woken up by the early morning alarm,
The sun has lit up every corner of the room,
Even if the sun shines directly on the face,
It's hard to wake me up,
Twisting the body,
Bury your head in the quilt,
Hope to shade the sun,
At this moment, I don't want to wake up.
flee
Wandering in the black world,
I'm at odds with them.
The air smelled suffocating to me,
The smell of decay came over me,
I want to run away quickly,
This land is not suitable for my growth,
Sometimes there will be one
The pain of being torn struck the heart,
The orbit is no longer able to carry heartache,
Tears gushed down the wound,
Every cell in the body is sobbing,
They are already broken,
Unrecognizable, used to show the game between souls,
I smell a clear stream,
From some unknown corner to the chest,
The sound of the heartbeat seems so depressed at this moment,
I'm going to run away quickly,
Before the next nightmare woke me up,
Go to the beach on the east side in search of a place to stay.
lonely
When I get used to the darkness,
Then I will no longer feel lonely,
In the cycle of day and night,
I'm going alone,
Who wanders in the night,
Tell countless stories,
May a lamp of heart be lit,
Go to illuminate the pedestrians of the night road,
At the fork in the road of life,
Sweep away the loneliness of your heart,
Will have a power that no one else can match,
Run, run
Pursue the light that belongs only to you.
tear
Dusk and dawn, shatter it
Go and summon someone to play the music,
Time and space sink into dreams with wrinkles,
Who will light a lamp for you,
Calling out to the lost souls,
Before sunset,
It may show you the way,
I'm going to peel back the rings of time,
In the crematorium to refine the years,
With a thin wisp of smoke,
Who will dissipate in the night,
O pathfinder,
There is no way forward,
Where will you find hope!
aloof
Speed up your pace,
This night is long and illusory,
There is only endless sorrow and bitterness,
The oppressive air makes me shudder,
The hazy clouds make the sky and the hurricane roar,
When all the evil thoughts in the heart are awakened,
The black devil will show its fangs,
Devouring the whole land,
Your shadow is all gone,
As the last rays of sunlight dissipate,
Empty wilderness,
I can't hear you again,
With a bolt of lightning across the sky,
I saw the air explode in front of my eyes.
North of the north
North, further north.
It is the end of heaven and the end of the sea,
The vast grasslands are the initial starting point,
The yellow earth gives birth to a splendid civilization,
Soft snowflakes fall into the mountains,
The ice melts and flows down the canyon,
The yellow river nourishes the ancestors,
The cold winds of Siberia have come,
Every stone and grain of sand,
All left his shadow.
The other shore
On the other side of the years,
Flowers never seem to wither,
The river flows to the sky,
Ancient trees hang their branches,
used to block time,
I heard the sound of my eyes beating,
Mixed with solos from water waves,
Our Two-Party Party,
Tears gushed out in a crying voice,
The noisy shouts in the downtown area,
It never seems to stop.
The local surface cracks, the grass sprouts,
New life penetrates the soil to swallow nature,
Looking up is the endless starry sky,
Down is pitch black,
It overwhelmed me.
Full of unknowns and fears,
In this dream,
Longing for someone to wake me up,
One morning, when the snow melts,
The bird flaps its wings,
And I turned into a wisp of green smoke,
In the past, only the story kept flickering,
I leave with you,
When the earth is full of holes,
The land no longer nourishes my skin,
Fate also turns into a clear spring,
Follow the river to the ocean,
Since then, no one has been able to know,
At the end of the sky,
How the years swing,
Touch the ancient sculptures,
to awaken time and space,
Let people awaken from their depravity,
Pierce the firmament with a sword,
Wake people up with blood,
Wait for another north wind,
Blow away all traces.
The chimney leading to spring
Wait for the snow to melt,
Wait for spring to come,
So I went to clean up the chimney,
It has been burning all winter,
A thin layer of snow in the ground,
Just like my grandmother's white hair,
Melting snow moisturizes the soil,
I smelled spring in the mud.
I started cleaning the chimney,
Sweep away its mottled body,
The pitch-black soot has long obscured its appearance,
In this small space, there is still the residual temperature of winter,
Sweep away its thick dust with a broom,
Wipe the gaps in the bricks,
Basin after basin of water was dyed black.
Suddenly there were drops of water dripping overhead,
It turned out to be an early spring rain,
It moisturizes all things,
Awaken the life that has been sleeping for a season,
Wait for the rain to stop, wait for the sun to come out,
I'm going to climb to the top of the chimney.
In the crevices of the white clouds,
I saw the jungle open its eyes,
Tender green shoots dot every branch of it,
The grass in the field also stuck out of the head,
Spring arrives after a rain,
I wait quietly in such a season,
Waiting for the arrival of the sister in the mother's belly.
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The Great Fury River wandered away in the moonlight of the Empire
Cloaked in leopard skins, the Dark Step avoided the road
It is after looking over the plateau
Chose the frontier, the small country of the outcountry and the poisonous fly
It passed by the side of those great rivers
Across the mountain, it heard them there called fathers
It's far from those metaphors, away from their depth and vastness
This strange river is outside of our poetry
In the water, do the work of grinding stones into sand grains
In the distant western highlands
It enters the soil layer or the roots of trees
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