Text/Xiang Junying
Lion mountain pear flower
Further up is Lion Mountain,
The pace is not moving forward. Leave it to God to sit among the clouds.
Continue over the cliff, there is still a flowing spring. Collection
There are thousands of flowers lifted by trees called pear blossoms. Further on
A male lion while floating on the mountainside
Just creeping behind the rocks
Further on, that's my preference for Yunxia's lyricism. forward
No more talking about collecting the shadow of love,
Like a beauty ingesting the soul.
The Lion Mountain, which is no longer going forward, gives people a mouth,
Without leaving any conjectures, spring hides in the mountains.
She accumulated a waterfall, poured it out, and was shocked by you and me
Resurrect a fire. Shishan launches pear blossoms with pear blossoms
The light of thousands of trees, in exchange for spring breezes and drizzles
Change the greatest love of my life and hold it out
With your hot embrace of the landscape, become a pool.
A trip to the river
Drive to Kaijiang, and the March sun will follow all the way
Through the branches and leaves like the wind, relying on the clouds to be bare one after another
For example, flowers that precede expressions of love
She sings as she opens up before her eyes
When she lowered her head, she was jumping into the tip of my heart and fingers
A longing gaze in tenderness
The mountain peaks are shoulder to shoulder, and the fields crisscross each other
The daughter pulls the spring flower dress, shaped like a bee butterfly
My excited language has nowhere to be placed
Walking in a sea of flowers of a hundred acres of gold, no poetry is intended
however
Wine is also a greedy glass
Until Shucheng, take the wine of the old cellar, sweet and clean
I was also intoxicated
Here, the charm Kaijiang gives me the sincerity one by one
Bypass
Where I can be guided, I know the reliance of bridges.
I walk by the bridge, and the light, the water, is stronger than wine.
The hometown I rely on flows from the bridge deck, planting peach blossoms, finches,
Use sorghum pellets.
Countless villages for new looks, I rely on stone, but also on wood and iron,
Or ropes, which can guide the blooming of a field.
I don't have enough lungs to tow the bridge.
The warmth and cold of my body can't pull the bridge.
In a kneeling position, crawling walking, through the landscape
Communicate with life, sacrifice heaven and earth and God, with wine,
The bridge is attached to the footprints of walking.
Like now born, I compare the passage of the seasons with bridges,
I want to see the old people of the past, and I believe in the bridge.
In the month of continuous consummation, I shed tears of a thousand words.
Yamanaka
The castle is named after a mountain.
It is as if, facing the people in the city in the mountains, pondering for a city.
Facing the mountains, in the cloud barrier can resurrect a city and summon the city
Take the mountain, use the mountain name of the mountains.
Snuggled together on the mountain stands for a thousand years, and the city also lives here.
With the mountains, the clouds in the mountains bypass the White Tower, and let the water flow constantly change
People who walk out of the mountains dream of seeds sown in spring.
Backed by the mountains, planting green mountains and green water, in the mountains
Focus on urban revitalization, rural development, and spread the rebirth of the light of civilization.
Enter the mountains and enter the city, and use the cave to capture the sound of the wind and the rain of the city.
Watered with the sound of the countryside, the roads and dwellings of the mountains and cities, full of hope.
In the dialogue between the mountain and the city, analyze the time and use the book to interpret farming
Enlarge the shadow of truth by candlelight, construct
The peaks of the world, and the towering cities in the mountains.
cave
Walk through the cave openings that poke out of the mountains
Go underground and explore the shadow of suspense
The sound of water is like a god whispering
Stone stalactites and crystals are close, and then
The body of the beast is inlaid with blue and red, and the bird has fallen into the world
Unable to flutter his wings, trapped in the crypt
Climbing vines towards wild birds hanging from the cave
Distinguish the time and engrave ancient texts
Water blends back and forth between stone and dirt
Several marks are formed
It is easy to carve a space of the sun and the moon
Fictional flames. Raiden's waist and
Raindrops are in the pool, and thousands of animals can't fall
They all hugged the mountains and refused to let go
Shucheng Old Cellar
In the cellar mud, the fermented granules are carefully selected.
Precipitated by time, purple sand sends allegories in a century-old crockpot.
Sorghum, corn, safflower buckwheat, rice, glutinous rice, 72 flavors of Chinese herbal medicine,
According to the process of lying pulp, acid preparation, brewing, mixing rice, boxing, barreling, and wine taking,
The old cellar in Shucheng is buried underground.
Through the jade bamboo, he sensed whether the flame of the wine altar had broken or not.
In the Qing Dynasty, a spring was excavated, and the people of Echeng filled six single-ear jars with liquor
Hanging on both sides of the mule horse, imaginary
The traces of the sun and the moon, the traces of imaginary broken silver in exchange.
Drink the traces of the light, you use the cup, on the wine table
Cut through the shadow of the river, and at this moment there are more wine words.
The particles I didn't pick out fall on your fingertips, like lees
Refine and taste the original pulp hidden in the mud, and wait for heaven and earth
In the name of poetry immortals, drink and sing.
A sea of golden flowers
Drive 10,000 horses into the sea
Light needs to be stored between the eyes
Like a yellow shackle, layer after layer
Drape in the field that my mother looks at
Wait until you run to the armor of the side of the mountain
Wait until the sunset of the drinking horse after the sea of 10,000 acres of flowers
And then put the blood that is about to come out
Take it back one by one
Your breath gradually holds a glass of water and wine
Treasure the pearl dew one by one
Then unload the weakness of the journey
Need to party with bee butterflies
With the spring of March shouting out. need
The gentleness of the breeze, your graceful shadow
Flower seeds in the distance, flowing streams
Wait for the Wrangler to watch the open river
And thousands of petals stand tall in spring
Suitable for thorough rainwater collection
You carry the whole poetry of love
There is no need to twist the hair here
【About author】Quinoa, graduated from the Department of Chinese of Sichuan University. Member of Nanchong Writers Association. Chairman of Yingshan County Youth Internet Writers Association, deputy secretary-general of Xinwanyo Poetry Association, poetry editor of "Yingshan Literature and Art", and one of the representative poets of Sun Poetry Journal. His works have appeared in newspapers and magazines such as "Selected Poems", "Yellow River Literature", "Literary Times" and so on. He is the author of the novels "Cold Rain Window" and "The Withering City", and the electronic poetry collections "Quinoa Poems" and "Time of Leaves". He has published a collection of poems "Sand between the Fingers". It is believed that poetry is a bit of mapping, discovery and excavation from life, and that only by being close to life can it touch people's senses and trigger people's thought-provoking, self-consciousness and epiphany.