◎ The white sailboat also has the heart of retreat (group poems)
◎ Go to Wangjiaping Town
Abandon the three thousand qi peaks, out of Yongding, and go east
Cars are insects on vegetable leaves
I am the eye of a worm
White mist is a freshness spray
Stretches for 70 km of freshness
Wooden houses stand out in front of you
Here, history is not time
It's pitch black eaves
Tujia people who dance the fork dance
It's my ancestors
◎ In the Maoyan River
Finally believe in the dignity of nature
The rocks at the bottom of the mountain determine the direction of the river
The mountain is too long, it has been walking for a long time, and it is still not finished
There are too many bays, turning one and one
Will the sunset fall into the river?
You won't be at the other end of the water
◎ Tianzi Mountain
A group of trapped soldiers?
Was it here hundreds of millions of years ago?
The sea abandoned them?
Fish fossils?
Straight, strong, vows unbroken
When the pine wind gusts, wildflowers flock
When the eyes of the world touch them
When the stars disperse in the early morning
Stones can also shed tears
◎ Golden Whip Creek
Without cows, the morning mist can produce milk.
Rapunzel who eloped, and knights who went out on the battlefield
It's time to say goodbye here. Alone girl
Cultivate a vegetable field and live with milk
Horseshoe of the expedition
Follow the Milk Stream and drive back a remnant of a body
Play golden songs in the long forest
◎Glass bridge
The Creator has good intentions
For people like birds and clouds
From the void, the Range Rover was loaded with feet
Transparent wings.
And the screams rose from the darkness at the bottom of the valley
Straight to the abyss of the heart
People do it again and again
Wandering in the abyss, or falling.
◎Bitter bamboo village
Pass through the Ink And Black Arch
Little boy playing with slingshot and little cabbage in the field
It's brand new.
The river breeze blows the old breath, empty theater stage
The tide of joy flows in
Dark canopy boats and inky black colonnade benches
An old man with empty eyes
◎ Maoyan River Chronicle
After walking for a long time, the mountains of stones on both sides of the river were built
It has always been a mountain made of stones
Quiet flowing water has always been quiet flowing water
The people on the wooden boat have always looked at the mountain or the mountain
People who look at water are just water
Occasionally looking up, the sky was faintly cloudy
Except for dusk, there are sunsets that fall into the river
Nothing else is going to happen here.
◎ Baofeng Lake
Would like to go again.
But I didn't think about what kind of net I wanted
in order to salvage it
Verdant and misty mountains
Clear wild notes
My bright smiling eyes.
The white sailboat also has the heart of retreat
There is not a net that can be fished out
The bright moon that is willing to fall.
Wang Xinzi, Tujia family, Zhangjiajie people live in Changsha. Live simply, work hard, write poetry quietly. His works can be found in Poetry Journal, Stars, October, Furong, Hunan Literature, Xiangjiang Literature and Art, Caotang, Grassland, Sunshine, and Poetry Tide, and has been selected into the Selected Works of Contemporary Chinese Literature.