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China Poetry Network "Daily Selection" No. 334
Recommended Editor for this issue: Lonely City
Wilderness
Toshiyuki
If there is one more sheep, it must be the fall of clouds
The sheep looked down to graze, and he counted the sheep by the ridges, and also looked up to count the clouds in the sky
The wind blows, the sheep disappear, and the clouds are lost
After looking around
Suddenly I was delighted to see the clouds coming together
At this time, flocks of sheep were also found gathered in a trench next to the forest
In the wilderness, he counted sheep, clouds, streams, trees, villages
Also count the girls you have loved in your heart
He always believed that the sheep on the earth were close to the clouds in the sky
Bamboo is a large grass near rice
Min Xing, whose real name is Liu Yimin, has published his poetry in "Chinese Poetry", "Genre", "Today's Poetry World", "Jingzhou Evening News", "Ezhou Weekly", "Chinese Chinese Poetry" and so on. Some poems have been selected in the Annual Selection of Contemporary Poetry (2022 volume).
The virtual of living alone
Lin Tianhua
Late at night, she was still in the kitchen
The sound of porcelain clashing
Light up the night sky, not festive fireworks
She is washing, this vessel of life
Fill and empty the sorrows of the past
An old artifact
A certain heartbroken cross-section is smoothed out
Pillow pajamas wrapped in a past life journey
A familiar smell floats
She's still washing, this stubborn dust
But after all, you can't wash away the cracks on the porcelain
and the dark blue porcelain light of midsummer
Lin Tianhua, who lives in Longgang City, Zhejiang Province, has occasionally published works.
A rain that came as promised
Liu Banghua
Ordinary objects are intimate with ordinary people
Away from the dirt, bamboo hats and hoes are to be hung on the earthen wall
to get quiet
Not tossing is the father whose back is clinging to the earthen wall
Outside the earthen wall, a string of ticking hooves
Express a spring letter
A kind of reading, from the bamboo hat to the top of his father's head when he took off his winter hat
Some flowers bloom before seeds germinate
There is no need to sow seeds, perennial, and the rhizome is naturally thick
For bamboo kasa, hoe, father
A winter is just a sleepless night
A rain that came as promised
They have been disturbed
Liu Banghua, this author is very mysterious and has no introduction.
Right
Tang Weiqun
Willow bent down to look in the mirror on the water
The summer breeze muttered something to make him shy as he passed by
The sun tilted down, and there were some dark shadows on the ground
A flock of sheep grazes on the hillside, and dogs squat to guard
To kill time, the distance from the pasture to home is unhurried
In the twilight, the smoke dragged them back
A group of drunken youths staggered in the moonlight
Humming a pop song in his mouth in the direction of the cabaret
With Mike Feng in his hand, he took turns to hang each other
The moonset star is flying east, and the sky is already dawning
The irrigation canals continued to flow, rushing to the rice fields
The part-time car slowly drove along the right side of the water
Tang Weiqun is a native of Xinmin County, Liaoning. Senior Secondary School Teacher. He is a member of the Beidahuang Writers Association, the Heilongjiang Writers Association, and the China Poetry Society. He began to write poetry in December 1992, and has won many awards in national poetry competitions, and his poems have been included in many domestic anthologies. In 2005, he won the "Baisha Cup - My Heart Flying" poetry competition award of "Poetry Magazine"; In 2010, he won the 7th "Wenhua Award - Best Creation Award" issued by the Ministry of Culture and the Sino-foreign Cultural Exchange Center; The introduction and selected poems were included in the "Dictionary of Chinese Poets' Poetry" and "Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Writers, Volume 2012"; Calligraphy works were selected into the "Ancient Kingdom Danqing Scroll" and so on. He has published poetry collections "To Friends", "100 Lyrical Short Poems", "115 Lyric Poems", "Small Narrative Poems", "Times Surf Cup Micro Poetry Club Entry Collection" and so on.
Elm Slope
Yang Yan
It's old, and the old ones forget their age. An elm tree
is the basis on which it got its name
People have called it Elm Slope for generations
Elm Slope, which is a warehouse for storing old things
Daddy Lee's unicorn
Red and blue ink of the Ma Zhishu
Childcare worker in a nursery
Production captain jun green Zhongshan suit
Farmers pile high firewood
Du Xinxia wore a carriage with red flowers when she got married
Measure the fork of the land
The dark shadow of a kerosene lamp
Time will be everything that has passed
Return to the plane, like those who walk into San'in
To recall the sound from the photo
Elm Slope turned over his body
Take out the mottled lintel and the residual temperature of the earthen stove
Wake up the whisper of the double swallow under the eaves
Dry the dusk washed by the sun and moon
The elm tree on the elm slope grew old first
The days string with the warmth of pearl brilliance
and scar-like nostalgia
Hanging from the waist of the elm slope
Dumb, silent. Like a pendant over the years
Yang Yan, post-70s, from Changji, Xinjiang. He likes poetry and painting, and occasionally records his life insights. Works can be found on online platforms and local print publications.
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