◎ Pear Blossom (group poem)
◎ Snow white or dull together
Write endlessly, just a record about Pear Blossom:
A grain of snow and your first encounter
A flock of snow and your unexpected encounter
Clusters of snow covered the ground
Tell you about loneliness
Loneliness has some floral scents, much like that
The fragrance of pear blossoms
Every snow in Haradaira belongs to me
It doesn't matter if I'm there or not
I saw it, it was the picture
I didn't see it, it was jumping
The high part of a song
These Xue'er of Harabera will be with me
Floating, falling together, snow-white together
or dim
◎数一数，梨花还是少了几朵
There is an appointment every year. These pear blossoms are not mistaken in poetry
Plain and elegant, live up to me. Only you
It was a flower from the beginning and bloomed until the end
A flower
The field is Rika's room, and the rooms are connected to the rooms
This endless corridor pulls
The light rope became the switch which I pressed and became
Voice-activated can't become a man who doesn't belong to you
and women
In addition to the pear blossoms in my eyes, there are also red lights
Sensitivity, fate, not calamity
Hold it, and it will be covered with smoke and rain
Counting, there are still a few pear blossoms missing
When they read my poems, they were filled with sorrow
Or hide, or flee
Light across the plains
Bring the threshold in the body, the renewal of the words
The bursting of the fields. Summons for the summer
Crushed in the treetops and began to have insomnia
◎ Suggestion
The one who runs forward, he can't walk
Above the range and blade
Like real gold, I am not afraid of fire, but I am also afraid of years
Let the second, minute, and hour hands give them
Tick on the rust. I like the whiteness of the pear blossom to the end
It's not a prolongation, it's the coming year
Suggestion:
Every pear tree is placed
A QR code. Place it next to a tree
Similar to roll-up banners, the kind that prolongs the years
Don't tie the trunk with wire, just wedge it with a nail
As long as it doesn't hurt, visitors can sweep lightning and thunder
Sweep away the sorrow and confusion of the official road beam
Sweep out the memories of a pear blossom loneliness and
Plain wedding
Luo Guangcai, born in 1969, is from Hengshui, Hebei Province, and lives in Beijing, Tianjin and Guizhou. Executive Deputy Director of the Poetry Committee of the China Popular Literature and Art Research Association, Editor-in-Chief of the Editorial Department of Tianjin Poets, Vice Chairman of the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei Poetry Alliance, and Vice President of the Tianjin Recitation Art Association. His works have appeared in literary journals such as "Selected Poems", "Poetry Magazine", "Stars", "Everyone", "Works", "Special Zone Literature", "Grassland", "Beijing Literature", "City", "Poetry Forest", "Poetry Tide", "Poetry Monthly", "Green Wind", "Yanhe", "Yalu River", "Shandong Literature" and more than 500 kinds of anthologies and digest newspapers. The poems "Burning Paper for My Father" and "Commemoration" and other works have been widely circulated, and he has written many poetry collections such as "Selected Poems of Luo Guangcai".