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Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen

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Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen
Some people say that poetry is too far away from us, but in fact, poetry has always been all around us. Everyone may be a poet, and everyone's life is also writing and completing their own life poems in their own words or actions, just like the light that shines in each of us.
When you regard poetry and reading as an indispensable part of life, poetry will not be written by you racking your brains, but will naturally flow out in life.

▍ I have a quiet place

I envy myself

There is a room that does not leak rain

You can also run for life

It can also be warm and bright

The Wind of July is coming

Where did June go

The calamus is still there, and the shade is shady

I can be a wall

It can block all flooding

Just my kids

There is a quiet place

By: Yan Seven

▍ Peppercorn tree

Fourteen years old, menarche one day

I passed under the tree with a shy heart

It blooms with white flowers.

Twenty-three years old, when in love

The fruit of the tree emits a strange fragrance.

Dozens of springs, from the same melting river

Toss and turn.

I was between two narrow leaves

Found lightning, a word that suddenly disappeared.

The wind shook its arm, and the raindrops arrived before the tears

My empty womb

By: Konishi

▍ Looking north

Why did I think of you at the beach?

Unfortunate and beautiful people of My Destiny

Thinking of you, I chiseled a window out of the rock

Look out at the seven stars of the light

Look out over the seven daughters of the North and the North

Flashing fires on the sea in July

Why do I drink water with an axe and drink blood like water?

But he looked at it with fiery lips

Look north with the bright red lips on your head

Maybe it's because of blindness

Then I am a blind poet

In the earliest days of July

Thinking of you, I ran through this empty street tonight

Tomorrow, tomorrow when I get up, I'm going to be a man again

I want to be a child of the universe and a child of the century

Squander my own youth

Then give up the throne of love

Be the captain of the stone heart

Walk through the noisy cities

It's hard for me to dream about anything

Except for that first July, forever July

July is the golden season

When poor people receive wages in fishing ports

My July haunts me like the lonely snake that loves me

She will spend her life in the bitter waters of pain

By: Haizi

Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen

▍ July

If I remember, I'll recall it to you —

That's not called pouring out, although there's a red light on the glass.

You occasionally carry people on your back and take the opportunity to touch me with your body.

I am often unexpectedly allowed by you to kiss only once.

Although at this time, you and I have a new love.

by: Yang Senjun

▍ Tomb bed

I know that eternal death is coming, and I am not sad

My wishes are placed in the pine forest

There is the sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance

A little bit of the afternoon sun followed me

The time is over, and the world is long

I should rest in the middle

People who walked by said the branches were low

People who walk by say that the branches are growing

by: Gu Cheng

▍ July

Since then the summer has been occupied by July

Since then, patience has become faith

From then on I lifted up a heavy sky

Turn your back towards the sun

You are a season that is not understood

Only I found the secret in the arms of death

I smile because there is still the last night

I laugh is my right to stay in the world

And now that hand is still hanging over my head

What an eye for me to see

All means no longer exist

July will be another death

Summer is the season that suits it best

I was born a bird and died only in the sky

You are the shadow that violates my shelter

By the only means of man you have silenced me

I was never born with such affection

So warm, I am a small teardrop

Swallow the sun and mature in order to end yourself

So my heart is invulnerable

Was I once the night that remained in my heart?

I felt it in the shadow of the setting sun

The flesh is hidden within you, from beginning to end

So you are the misfortune poured out on me

In July you sleep soundly wrapped in dew and dust

But who knows how heavy your bones are

Look forward to it at dusk

by: Zhai Yongming

Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen

▍ New words

This is the western part of the eagle in the wild

I counted the sunset countless times in my mind

Give back the moon by the snowy mountain

A new word was coined

Take the stove, for example. Plus a little love burning

The old Chinese medicine doctor was on a certain river

The middle finger of the trumpet vein

I did it again with time

Trade-in business

Then, once again, we entered the vast Gobi

The wind blows snow fog

God is grazing

by: Liang Jilin

▍ Hot summer rain

The forest is deep and there are good trees

Flowers bloom with youth

Don't touch the moon in the middle of the night

That is, waking up in a good dream, suspended as such

The Rain of July ——

Remembering the love I loved yesterday

Cramped nights. And the rivers are on the sun

Flowing water

Who says calm is not a life

By: Su Qian

▍ July

Fog likes berries and vague pleasures,

A song dies of the aroma of the soul herb.

Cold winds are often unexpected because

People in the wind are always panicked.

Abandoned temples like labyrinths,

Thunder dispensing medicine for the mentally ill,

The hills are quiet when they are like a string

Silent syllables, lower abdomen, smooth as glass.

Tasson favors isolated incidents,

Grasshoppers and spiders, one shouting, the other

In weaving and silently remembering.

Lightning gives the pattern to the aging dock,

Sloping rain filaments, shiny, slightly bitter.

By: Hu String

Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen

▍ July

Don't let beauty know the extravagant hopeS I wrote for beauty

Survival is lush

Nothing seems to be annihilated in the dark rivers of politics

The storm looked distant and distant

Disaster seems more unlikely to be far away

My rose road is full of flowerless thorns

Seven - months

Like a melody

Passing through that long warmth

Sometimes there is only my voice

Don't let people see my sadness as a human being

Humble hardship is hard to settle down

Great language can't speak

by: Yuzhen

Poetry Special Issue 193| Yanqi Xiaoxi Haizi Yang Senjun Gu Cheng Zhai Yongming Liang Jilin Su Qian Hu Xian Yuzhen

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