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Issue 0355
The RoseOlivia Ong - Kiss In The Air
[Editor's Note] Spring is a season that makes people boil. After a long period of grayness, depression and emptiness, the verdant of a young bud and the brightness of a flower are enough to cure a confused person. As long as I "intercept the beauty and make the beauty absurd", my whole body will be full of flowers. This group of poems by Hexiu is undoubtedly a tree and a flower that stands out in the yellow sand in the spring of the north. Spring cannot be taken away, just like the peach blossoms that bloom every year, you will always find the power to bloom behind the silence. - Qingqing
Poet of this issue: He Xiu' draft: Qingqing
About the Author
Hexiu | After the 70s, he was an English teacher at a college in Tangshan, the editor of Jian'an magazine, and the special editor of Reed Flute magazine. His poetry works have been published in Poetry Journal, Poetry Tide, Poetry Monthly, etc. He is the author of "Finding Someone Without Encountering", "Madame Chunxiang and Other Works", and his research direction is poetry translation and evaluation.
Hexiu Poems (6 poems)
01
tree
Often felt
In every tree lived a silent man
Tightly wrapped in the heart without a word,
Chronologically only:
One year, laughed
One year, I cried,
A certain year, waiting,
One year, the heart dies
02
Dark flying sounds
What can a tree do?
It's nothing more than borrowing the wind to say something drunk
Borrow light to think of a shadow trapped by time
You don't see it
It's year after year
A man tied himself up and tied himself up
03
Old tree roots
The thickest willow tree at the head of the village was cut down
Bare roots remain
It's like a person being suddenly removed from the body
Only one pair of feet remained in place
Every day there are old people sitting on it, smoking dry cigarettes
Of course, you can also understand it as
The branches grew back again
04
Elm money
As soon as I saw this tree full of elm money, I remembered my childhood
The children ate one by one
No other plant has been as generous as Elm Money
That is, it can fill the stomachs of the poor
And it can satisfy their imagination
Tree by tree money, shake, shake
Just stare at it
In the summer, one "hanging ghost" after another falls
Their three feet coveted
Stick to passers-by's hair and clothes
On eyelashes
The people on this street are all slimy
05
When the peach blossoms bloom
It was as if it were an overnight affair
The peach blossoms in the back mountain bloom
Tree by tree, how to see how beautiful
Someone passed by from the peach orchard
The moment I turned around, the deep loneliness
Such as running water is not loaded
I sat under the tree and lost my mind
Spring breeze, blow it again
Let the petals fall on your hair and clothes
I'm going to be a mess in the peach blossoms
I want him to just look at it and forget about the future
A monk who is willing to meditate in the flower buds
06
A tree that blooms all over its body
Why in such a hurry, so in such a hurry
The whole body is in blossom, in the sun
Pile those up incoherently
Boiling and empty rhetoric
The tone is so dense that I'm going to suffocate
In this only intercept beauty and let the beauty be absurd and barren
Like a beggar's moment
Grow some leaves, grow heart-shaped ones
Arrow-like jagged leaves
Spring, also need impurities and occasional
Tooth marks