"If Only I Could Be As Bright as the Sound of Cicadas" (group poems)
◎ Scene in the rain
The wind brushed the mountains
Sneak through the cornfield
Piece by piece of green
stagger
The rain ran diagonally
Follow in the footsteps of your child
The stilt house in front of it stooped over
As if it could not bear the weight of time
The apricot trees along the eaves are bare-chested
Bees hurried to the cabin under the trees
The old man was playing with the bark of the fir tree on the wooden roof
The child has his hands above his head
Like two wet leaves
A yellow dog followed unhurriedly
It was as if the fish on the clay pot were still alive
◎If you can be as bright as the sound of cicadas
If only it could be as bright as the sound of cicadas
Ignore the blazing flames
To detach oneself from a betrayal with the body of Nirvana
If you can be as stoic as an ant
Transport the soil shallow buried ideally with a thin arm
Confess your humility to the world
That's great
The summer wind polishes the sun brightly
But I still can't tell my mind
I can't let go of my love
Use the knife of original sin to mark the depths of the soul
I will certainly acquiesce
Tears flooded my eyes
◎Not sure
I'm not sure
It was a dream
Until I passed another person's dream
just found out
A crescent moon is shaking non-stop
Time stands still in the clouds
I hold the dream
It's like holding time on the clouds
The wind carries the night
Moaning consciously or unconsciously
Soft night
My feet are always out of reach
I'm not sure
This is not a dream
When I pass by another person's dream
Only the wind swept through time
◎ Nostalgia for hometown
Lilies bloom all over mother's sideburns
The setting sun embeds the back deep into the land
Mother's sweat is seeping through the setting sun
The geese chirp
Dilute the piping hot sunlight
The mother's smile was stained with nostalgia
I always want to sink into the sunset
With the affection of a fallen leaf
Snuggled up next to her mother
Years cannot be avoided
Nostalgia for home
It is falling under the fence
A seed of tranquility
carelessly
It has climbed the wall of the lonely heart
◎ Wake up
I decided to pay attention to this pot of cuckoos on the windowsill
before
I never bothered with her
It doesn't matter if her flowers bloom or not
Leaves fall or not fall
tonight
Cold fills the space
The curtains were threatened by the cold wind
The will was somewhat shaken
This pot of cuckoos also trembled a little
Bring a glass of warm water
Wanted to warm her up
Give her a little courage
Such a mood has been lost for a long time
In fact
This pot of flowers has always been brave
In the winter, I did not forget to bloom
It's me
Forgot to appreciate
That's it
Thinking of my children
Also slept on the couch
Yes
How many days
I forgot to wake her up
Or carry her to bed
◎ Hauler
When the toes cut the rock out of the pits
Years have been sharpened into desolate fibers
Heavy filaments
A fuchsia trumpet was made
Tracker Soul
Then it was immersed in the flames of BaoGu burning
Shout the mountain to collapse
Shout out the river valley thin
◎ Autumn events
Autumn events
Nothing to do with the plow
Wild grass 莠莠
There is a lot of sadness swaying
That was an emotion of Autumn
Flow consciousness
Grafted maple trees
It was desolate near and far
Red beans are no longer mysterious
Autumn's chest cavity
It is a furnace for smelting red beans
past
It's a section of firewood
There are always some autumn events that have nothing to do with the plough
On a certain day in a certain season
Arch broken
Thick mind
Hu Liangxiu, female, a native of Lixian County, Hunan, currently works for the Literary Association of Yongding District, Zhangjiajie. His works have appeared in Guangming Daily, Prose poetry journal, creation and criticism, literary circles, writers' world, poetry world and other newspapers and periodicals. He is currently the vice chairman of Zhangjiajie Writers Association, the vice chairman of Zhangjiajie Yongding District Literary Association and the chairman of Zhangjiajie District Writers Association. Published the poetry collection "The Warmth That Penetrates the Earth" and "Before Dawn, I Must Wake Up".