Source: Selected Poems of the North Star
2024-3-1117:12甘肃
It's okay to have a long wind
Blow a little harder
The spirit of freedom
Grow with the waves
The big waves wash the sand, and only push the quality ones
◎ Snow-white wall
Mom
I saw a snow-white wall.
Morning
I went out on the street to buy crayons,
I saw a worker
It took a lot of effort,
in painting for the long fence.
He turned back to me and smiled,
He called me
Tell all the children:
Don't scribble on this wall in the future.
Mom
I saw a snow-white wall.
It used to be so dirty,
There are a lot of rough words written.
Mom, you've cried too,
For the sake of those reproaches,
Daddy's gone,
Forever gone.
whiter than the milk I drink,
And the white walls,
It's been flashing in my dreams,
It also stands on the horizon,
In the daytime glittering with a charming light,
I love white walls.
Never scribble on this wall,
No,
A clear sky as gentle as my mother,
Did you hear that?
Mom
I saw a snow-white wall.
Liang Xiaobin: Born in 1954 in Hefei, Anhui Province, he is a representative poet of Chinese hazy poetry.
◎ Issei for life
When I came, the world was called war
One man, ten people, a hundred people just been killed
No name or eulogy was left behind
When I came, there was no heating in the operating room
Winter has just begun, and hunger
Waiting outside the door, stomping my feet to listen to my crying
I cried because I seemed to hear God
Announcing to me the rest of my life—
After two wars, three years of famine
Ten times the loss of a loved one weeping
One hundred and two exams, one thousand and one disappointments
Fifty-eight times framed or struck by falling objects
Three hundred and eighty copy checks and thought reports
Seventy-five humiliations, starting in kindergarten
to the newspaper criticism is also loaded into the internal transmission of documents
Swallow 500 catties of Western-style pills and Chinese-style decoction
Over 300 mountains, he was deceived sixty-eight times
Drowning, car accidents, and plane crashes, choose one of three
The odds of surviving are 1 in 300......
I cried out loud because of what?
For I seemed to see God say to me—
Kid, these are your one-way tickets
No refund, no exchange, no insurance......
Ye Yanbin: Contemporary poet, writer and critic. He has successively served as the editor-in-chief of Sichuan "Xingxing", the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine" of the China Writers Association, and the director of the Poetry Committee of the China Writers Association.
◎ Goddess Peak
In the various colored handkerchiefs that are waved at you
Whose hand was suddenly withdrawn
Tightly covered his eyes
When people scattered, who
Also standing in the stern
The dress flies like a churning cloud
Jiang Tao
One high voice
Whisper
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sorrows
Heaven on earth, passed down from generation to generation
However, the heart
Can it really be turned into stone?
In order to look at the heavens
And miss countless moonlights in the world
Along the river peaks
The torrent of golden chrysanthemum and ligustrum
A new betrayal is being instigated
Instead of exhibiting millennium on a cliff
It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night
Shu Ting (1952- ), formerly known as Gong Peiyu, was born in Shima Town, Xiamen, Fujian, and her ancestral home is Quanzhou, Fujian. One of the representatives of the Misty Poets.
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