◎Pentagon Field (group poem)
◎Pentagon
At that time, she always put her hand in my palm
Pentagonchang is a very good witness, with stalls
Branch, with fragrant snacks, Blue Sky Air Force Hospital
Neon, like she looked
We are only in Wujiaochang, in a corner of Shanghai
The huge city still belongs to the Qinghong gang
The reeds of Pudong hold the sea, and the waves are white
The night is still on Handan Road
We cut off a point on Songhuajiang Road, tennis is a kind
Fluttering the ball, she went to the grass to find the ball
At that moment, a hole was drilled in the nest of my heart
The people in Pentagonfield are all scattered
- Above the starry sky, or the starry sky
◎ In autumn, our enthusiasm needs to be calm
We really got warm
Cheers to the wilderness, only calmly
With a sound, things that are afraid of beauty disappear in an instant
Yes, we have orange-yellow corn
Yin red sorghum, put washed to the Adam's apple
The words are held down, afraid that once released, it will scare away
colored
Face the snow-like birch forest
Warmth will dissolve simple, white and easy to fade
We are afraid of love poems on tree trunks, less white space
Talk to the autumn insects to make the sunset a little slower
Push its cry to the fawn in the mountains
Drink the dew on the flowers and leaves
Dissolve the moonshine into our enthusiasm
With a glass of light wine, write about our feelings
Chanting autumn, the eulogy is like fire, slowly cold
◎ Spring love poem
One line shouts pain, one line hurts
And a line, in the dirt of the peach forest
perfumed
A thousand lines of rain were written, someone was listening
He tells the love of the sea and the sky
Sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy
I remembered this spring
Turn the page of love poems of the old days
A rose with a scent residue
◎Tanabata
Wait for this day, love is in the magpie's
On the wings, the bridge they built won't last long
But let the love continue
The cowherd and the weaver girl are like references
The earth can't hold the love of a man and a woman
People want to put it in the sky and try it
The river with the brightest night sky
And the heart-wrenching days of lovesickness across the river
It's a real pain to tear open
Too long, in the form of a rain
Drain the tears of a year
The blood in my heart also dripped to the last drop
◎Beijing winter rain
The lower is in Xizhimen, the lower is in
Dongzhimen, go down East Chang'an Avenue
Yanjiao
I am in Yanjiao, hunting in the former emperor
Place, I looked towards the capital, good news
Constantly, live in peace
Beijing winter rain is so warm
I brewed a cup of roses, can think
The gentle person in the heart
◎ I believe in the end of the world
Those who went did not come back
I believe in the distant and I believe in the desolation
I believe in Fangcao, and I believe in Forgetting Chuan
She and I were discussing this issue under the stars
We hugged each other for a while, looked at each other for a while, one by one
Meteor hesitated, then hurried
I believed in Tianya, and she said that she came from Tianya
But I can't remember anything in the world, and I choose to believe her
Also believe in that hesitant meteor
◎ That begonia tree
The flowers have blossomed, and they have borne fruit
Or that begonia tree, and there is her under the tree
In the dirt where we stood, the weeds flourished
Between a small patch of greenery in front of the window
That begonia tree has experienced the rainy season and has also been beaten
A night of thunderstorms mixed with hail, she stood over
The soil has received wind erosion, rain soaking, and moths
Begonia trees once stood with her
The earth is still fragrant, and the begonia is fragrant
Similar to her incense,—— hovering at the end of July
Between branches and leaves
◎Apricot blossom rain
When the apricot blossoms are in bloom
The apricot blossoms came, and it was raining lightly that day
The buds of apricot blossoms are purplish-red
The petals are white and the raised stamens are yellow
Like an apricot smile, in her red and tender lips
A few small white porcelain-like teeth will be exposed
The apricot blossom standing in the rain was wet, and her face was pale
Pale, small floral cloth top clinging to the chest
Many of the things she told me, like rain
Splashed into the mouth, bitter and astringent
When the apricot blossoms are thankful
The apricot blossoms are gone, and a rain of apricot blossoms is falling one after another
◎ Lover
On the streets of Gambelvos, roses
Open on the palm of a man, I from Krasno
Yarsk sets off to meet his lover Swartz
She is the most beautiful woman in the small town of Gontzk
It was so cold that winter, in the birch forest
Her arms are so warm
Heavy snow in Russia, so lonely
A shawl draped over her snow-white shoulders
Stirring her songs, reminding me of my distant hometown
Finally it's time to break up
She cried out of mixed blood, and the train left
She was alone and left by me in the Far East, the coldest part of Russia
Liu Fulin, pen name, wind through the garden. He worked in the Ministry of Forestry of the People's Republic of China and graduated from the Chinese Writers Class of Fudan University in Shanghai. His works have appeared in "Budding", "Spring Breeze", "Northern Literature", "Poetry Journal", "Shilin", "Chinese Poets", "Northern Lights", "Years" and so on. Published a collection of poems "Poems of the Maroon Old Horse".