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Yutian, a contemporary poet. Born in June 1956 in Mianyang, Sichuan, he served in the army after graduating from high school. In 1972, he began to write poetry, and in 1985, he founded the Pure Land Youth Poetry Society and edited the "Pure Land" poetry newspaper.
The poems of hometown and flowers
The whisper of flowers
I woke up from the darkness and saw cherry blossoms, begonias and rhododendrons
On the commanding heights of time, the world of flowers is constituted, maybe my past life
There's a relationship with them that is hard to let go, and I know them
Flowering, fruiting, then withering, and new shoots grow the following year
They show all their lives with humility
Like a spring flame that illuminates my long-dark soul
Who is more tempting in the spring, and who is starting to miss with dignity
The pain that broke through the ground Maybe that's how it was when a crow
With the wings of the dove lowered the sky when freedom is indescribable
Sharp spring flowers bloom whose bones become the scenery of the times
It's as if a deep river is running through my body over and over again
Control yourself and don't blame the harsh reality of suffering
It was originally a treasure of mine, like the fate of flowers, which had to go through
In the cold winter, their posture has its own unique style
The power of love and the existence of life in the world are related to people's beliefs
At this moment, there is no shadow in my heart, synchronized with spring, and alone
Whispering in the peach blossom bush In fact, the light is not seen with the naked eye
The spring breeze blows across the clear sky Why should I, as a poet, be silent?
Yes, in such a season of flowers, I am so joyfully filled with the Holy Spirit
Some memories are hard to forget, but the bad days are behind us
Let me imagine a three-dimensional spring and yearn for the power of love
And endure the endless lovesickness Maybe I should open my heart and let the spring
Settle in and let all the flowers of spring emerge from the deep darkness
Step into the light Don't let my hard heart be cut into broken pieces
Hometown Spring Caprice
In the spring of my hometown, everything is ready, and the river is as wordless as an immortal mirror
And in this season of flowers blooming and falling, I am only indulging in a kind of emotion
The memories and realities of the twilight are activating
Memories of my decades of life Some of the old days are like a bad book
The more I read, the more desperate I became, and it was only in the spring that I could see some of the truth
The oldest pear tree in the village had already bloomed, and it was the cry of a turtledove
Calling the Bees and Butterflies is a ray of light that leads me to secluded depths
Therefore, I deliberately exchanged words with the stars and spring water contained in my eyes
After years of loneliness, I saw all the colors in front of me light up
I seem to have forgotten where to start to get closer to where I was born and raised
I don't know why, I went back to my hometown several times this spring with my head down
Looking for the footprints of childhood and the figure of the deceased mother by the Fujiang River
Did I enter a new hallucination of how my hometown became so bright
It's like the spring in front of you, showing a lot of beauty
Those sad ballads have long since been hidden in my ribs
Sometimes, I think of spring as a migratory bird that flies away
Accustomed to thunder and lightning and storms, filled with all darkness
Let all that sorrow and pain no longer belong to my native wilderness
The back of the fading away like the afterglow of the setting sun is deeply engraved into my mind
Then let me love my hometown more passionately, it's a shame not to love my hometown
Maybe that's how all the good things in the hometown are standing rivers
It also contains a unique confidence I really can't praise my hometown with empty words
I know that my hometown is a precious treasure of my spirit, and nothing can surpass it
But I longed to penetrate the darkness of space and find my dignity in my hometown
Because I love spring, love the world, yearn for the sea, and yearn for light
Starlings of Bodhi Manor
March A lonely crow stands on a dead tree and I lie
On the lawn of Bodhi Manor, I watched a group of starlings excitedly
Jumping from the tree to the lawn, the sound of their footsteps touched me like beautiful music
Before the tumultuous storm came, I couldn't change my wording
I used to think that this was just a place where you could grow millet, corn, red lettuce, wheat and potatoes
And the sky is destined to weep for the people who work here in the face of everything in front of them
I saw and got to know the red grapes and the white grapes that were not yet ripe in the vineyard
In the evening at the foot of Fuller Mountain, I still think of the starlings in the Bodhi Manor
It was the rippling spring light in front of me that made me understand the meaning of today's acres
Maybe it's because I've learned to live in the dark in the face of the fear of death over and over again
Through the desert of the heart, the tacit understanding of keeping the secret alone in the spring breeze......
Words or peonies
The mountain road to the peony garden is so bent that it can be said to be a real bend
Dependent on the peonies all over the mountains under the turbulent sunshine of the spring breeze
The only thing that stops me here is not the singing of bees
It's not the fight of butterflies, but I understand in front of the peony
A lonely heart needs light even more, otherwise
How could I be so difficult and heavy when I left the peony garden
Yes, under the wrapping of the mask, the bones of the peony turned into branches
I really buried a lot of words in my heart and fell silent
The north wind is blowing non-stop and the trees are bleeding who lives outside of life
Who catches the flies of the soul again who is listening to the chorus of ants
The word reality is like a mirror that never adorns our lives
Only in the depths of the icy flame reflects our truth, but also awakens conscience
A being that blends with the words peony, trees, blue sky and freedom
It is the existence and arrival that I long, and I hope these verses will not be pale
On the wisteria promenade
Birds were chirping in the trees, not knowing what they were calling
It's tormenting my loneliness, and it's disturbing the blooming and falling of March
At the other end of the wisteria promenade, a large flower dog guarding the door is drunk
For some reason, I'm tired of mirage
Is it because of the limits of all strength The infinite weight oppresses me
From the purity of the color of the words to the disappearance of the words at the end, I have no way of knowing
The sea, the mountains and the rivers are my biggest pain, and I have suffered many times because of this
And painfully writing the psalms, looking forward to the sun tomorrow will be brighter
In the clear spring breeze, the oncoming wisteria I want to say
This March, are you haunted by the spring, or is the spring of March haunting you?
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