Last year
Last year, I was at night
Guarding a mosquito and sitting until dawn
They speak Min Nan dialect with a Jiangyou accent
Whirl in the mud with the wind.
It was August, and the landscape was tiring
I threw myself into Luxi
Throw into my veins, that one from the mountains
Ran out of the river.
My head is perched on the top of a mountain
Perched on Longhu Mountain, dwelling in the world
It's like Danxia, just like the one who married from afar
Sunset.
However, the mountains are heavy
Mountains always carry mountains and rivers
Like a counselor with a red scarf
Stand on the mill of lost years and count it
Number.
Oh, autumn
I eat coastal umami
The mountain love that eats the skeleton and indulges it
Eat the way of human beings
And drink my blood
The one that runs to the sea
Rivers -
I sing the praises of an image
The first time is the green bud of the flower bush
Trembling branches, dew
Gently slid into the earth.
The tender goose on the tip of the grass replied shyly
Like a girl who has just come out of the bath.
The second time was several times in a dream
Touching the youth of thirty years ago,
In the past 30 years, dreams have been crammed into the dream little by little
Mind: just looking forward to the dream of Zhuangzi for a thousand years
Tail butterfly chase.
The third time was later
It's the time when spring is blooming
The sea water is constantly washing my bowels
But the stars hid out the window
Like a jumping child lifting the curtains of dark clouds
What happened last time
He is not the same cloud
It's a cold dream
tormented the rest of the memory
Tortured the bitter saltiness of the sea.
Head buckle frosty sky
Listen to ants gnawing on their winter rations
In his trouser pocket, some troublesome change
I am busy sending out spring cats
Screaming.
The human cat is in the heart of the universe
Staring, looking up, silently pondering
Rummaging through every speck of dust
Needed answers. And I always believe it
Behind the evil of people's hearts lies a blue treasure map of goodness. ――
I only have an empty world
Forgive me, that's all I can do
Tell your sorrows. Forgive me!
I only have an empty world,
There are neither roses nor cloves.
My world is narrow, and I only have temporary years
and wind and frost. I did my best,
I no longer have the strength to cry out for love. Forgive me!
Forgive me for having nothing, forgive me for being premature
Pouring out of the nest. Forgive me!
I only have an empty world,
There are neither roses nor cloves.
I have only one thing left to survive, relying only on memories
Degree day. ――
Author: Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, screen name, Prometheus (fire thief), columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, poetry writing enthusiast. Some of the poems are included in "Reading Sleep Poems: Spring Blossoms" and "Reading Sleep Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". The language of poetry is unique, the poetry is agile, and he is good at digging out the poetic soil and building the castle of poetry from the silhouette of life. Poetry has its own unique meaning and specialness, and has a certain degree of recognition.
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