Good poems of the day
The River of Hometown (group of poems)
1. Riverside
The mother bent her waist and rushed to the riverbank where she was giving birth
The moonlight is still warm, and the loneliness is like a weightless ship
Moored on the opposite shore where there is no sustenance
The light purple wind chimes were messed up
Forget before the aquatic plants sing and dance
Wake up the grouper with the inscription on the scales
The reeds and willow leaves stand to the north and are reluctant to mention
Proverbs discarded before dawn by wizards
The mother raised the yellow flag in her hand
The flock of cranes flew out of the umbilical cord blood of the memory
The shouts were mighty, soaring from west to east
The black eyes that were clean of the wind and dust saw it again
The lonely boat in the smoke waves, and that one
The goshawk standing alone in the elegy and weeping
2. The lonely land through which the river passes is mixed with nostalgia
The one flying under the blue sky is still the same one
Wake up the robin of dawn
I'm like an undefeated lily of the valley
Searching and searching in constant looking
The mother's black hair turned white overnight
I can't find an apricot tree with a plum tree
The wandering raven with my name is gone
I will also have nowhere to put it. The river turned another bend
In the ninth return of the father's net
I'm still willing to be a docile fish to be picked up again
This lonely land is mixed with nostalgia, I am convinced
Wild poppies worked day and night to help me pick up some memory fragments
The sound of horses' hooves continued to graze, and the red horse looked back in his eyes
I saw again the boy galloping with his whip raised
3. I will kneel again on the embankment where the father was released
I will kneel again on the embankment where my father was released
The cracks torn by the waves are enough to put in many feelings
Name each migratory fish
The willows are still the same, and the butterflies are lost on a moonlit night
Whoever stands on a high place, will have a hard echo
Throw it into the water repeatedly
shouted three times, and the boat did not dock with the autumn wind
Wash a few old clothes with a pulp, and you can pick them up
Wait for the shadow of the water grass in the depths of the water and grass to refuse to leave
Drinking half a cup of moonlight stirred by the crow's crow, the melancholy is even more sonorous
Chase over the stone bridge with the sound of crying, chase over the reeds where no one waits
When I turned around, I still didn't see the prayer flags of the conjuring spirits
4. I am in the Daxi River, shaking the rusty oars to cut off the moonlight
The middle of the river is covered with black wings
The boat went upstream, near the place where the cranes got lost
Returned with a feather, and there was not a single white coat in the stern
The aquatic weeds continue to sink, tangled in
In the legend of three ringing arrows shooting through
A bird standing on its back, holding a broken flag
In a frosty night, refuse to tell the truth
The sound of rusty oars cut off the moonlight
The aroma of wine overflowed, and the shadows staggered
Running with a drunk Tsing Yi
The willow leaves fell into the water, and their eyebrows were half furrowed
The sound of water arose, and two crows woke up from their sleep
Riding on the waves
Notes
1.
The wind has a blade
不敢exposure 锋芒
Scattered leaves, maybe
It will be at a certain moment
Kill the thugs who pass by with knives
2.
Have mercy on the cat named Spring
From the point of view of loneliness, from the point of view of loneliness
From the point of view of hunger, from the point of view of displacement
3.
Pillow on the cold of the stone
Lie down on a bench in the middle of the street
I hope it won't be frightened
Pug walking in red dancing shoes
4.
Sitting at the mouth of the alley, still
A locksmith who is blind in his left eye
He used inferior iron tongs to dissolve the remaining sunset
Distribute to those who are in a hurry
5.
I confirm it repeatedly and engrave it in the body of the tree
It's a knife mark
Take three steps back, and I don't know if I'll step on it
Whose shadow
6.
Music climbed on the coffee table, the water dispenser, the plastic flowers
Black iron box, curtain pleats
Climbed up the wooden windows that had fallen into disrepair
It is impossible to reach the cobweb-strewn attic
7.
Next to the old sofa, pothos and white palms are dying
After painting yourself as a gray sunflower
Wallpaper like striated muscle, can no longer be accommodated
A walking crescent moon, and a frosty catalpa tree
8.
In the afternoon, the space is extremely cramped
The defeated back garden is full of the strange sound of plastic flowers
The wall on the north side is badly blurred and cannot be found
Iron nails that can be hung on silk scarves
Black shell worms fly in, like mold spots
Will curl up the memory, piercing out of the oval hole
9.
Set against the backdrop of the shadow of the tower's fall
I can't stand in front of the window for a long time, become
The rhetoric of another tower
10.
Crushed and it hurt
A gentle sound that sinks to the bottom of the cup
than a bite from the Cretaceous
Leave a deeper wound
11.
Siesta. It's just on the back side of the dream
Skewers of scarecrows, gardenias, white mangoes, and loaches
Sheep and purple crisp with lost torches
Move back to the wild hillside with chestnut trees
12.
It's raining. The tail will then bloom
Lilac trees, back to the early morning and rainy season
On the altar under the moonlight
The man was still drinking and searching
Three buttons are missing
Long-sleeved blue shirt
13.
Go any lower, don't wake up
A child who has just fallen asleep
The world is pitifully pale
Playing with the child tired stars
Returned to the tree where the gods reveled
14.
Stand outside the window, by the trash can
You can see her better
She's a bit thinner than a snakeskin pocket
As he spoke, a scar
Twitched his whole face
The green tendon jumped up from the tail of the fate line
Kick life to the ground
More and more wrinkled
15.
"Come in through the side door. Place that dark gray screwdriver
Hand it to my injured left hand."
"Don't listen to him, he's a madman"
"Who can pluck out the three hairs from his mole"
"Alright, the cat and the crow are asleep!"
"Go back to your 24th floor and bring that deformed knife with you"
16.
Count to the fifth rib and start cursing
The cat barked all night
Geckos crawling over the folds of the curtains
It's called Ade, maybe it's Fugui
Flipping through the black and white photos, I still can't find it
The lame dog
17.
There should be a cherry tree growing in the leftover wine
An orange tree half a man tall
The rain that came in the wind, and the barking that sat on the edge of the well
Closely related
Attached to the glass is another pair of eyes
Pondside Tree (Outer Three)
1. Poolside trees
Engrave the soul into the shadow
Hiding in the water of bad words
Just a promise for the old days
The withered head is cold and lonely
Crowds of people coming and going
There is no time to care, and your sorrows are as vast as a barren hill
The bird's shadow hurried, leaving behind a few hard throbbing
Smash in your unfazed painting style
Splash messy ink, who else to talk to
The warm monsoon wind blew and stirred
A pool of rippling feelings, moving with the wind
There is a thought that has never been extinguished, and the shadow is enough
When the sun shines into the water, the paper kite returns from afar
Hanging, your long-cherished wish for a long time
敲响暮鼓，相思的旗应声而落
The song suddenly rose, and I couldn't help the sound of water
Passing on your joy, I can't sleep all night
I still smell the Wood Duo in the air
2. Kasuga Afternoon
Relaxed and enjoyable. Gaze through
Sunny meek fingertips
And I saw it
A large wave of interesting bird songs
Skimming through barrenness and cold
Sick Disease
Repeatedly scratch the shyness that has been hidden for a winter
The ants dragged a little imperceptible excitement
In the direction of the trade winds
一遍或一彽呼唤着
The erection that is about to wake up sings
The peach blossoms are red, with a few thin leaves
Casually
Layers of goose yellow and turquoise are embellished
A few long-hidden murmurs
Take advantage of the opportunity to grow out and cling in
A branch who is not good at words
Compete for favor, that piece
The mighty spring light
A woman who feels sorry for herself
Leaning on the messy fragrance of kapok
The smile is silky and thin
Pour a glass of the sun and drink it with the wind
Just let me wrap myself in a blurry flower shadow
Let's get drunk
3. Loneliness is as deep as the night
Cut a solitude and lay it in
A corner that no one cares about
Then, bored
Hide behind overly embellished music
Look through some disturbing feelings
The moonlight is icy and can't be warm
Mountains of sorrow
Dialect hanging by the window on the second floor
一遍 或一一,描绘着
Some of the contours of residual temperature remain
Laughter with missing connotations
Swooping down from the camouflaged canopy
Exaggerated and stiff, slipping in
Perverse night
Not a single ripple
The language of migratory birds
Between the cold light and the glass
There is no place to live
Flee in a hurry, leaving only behind
A few heartbreaking weeps
Set up a bunch of withered artemisia grass
This work
Let those things that are hard to give up
Along the profile of time, swarming
Wedge into the gap between half-dreaming and half-awake
Whose tears are flying in the night sky
Untimely lyrics, apprehensively
Moored in a shuddering wine glass
Drink it all and stand in the wind
Fly again, towards the silent land where the country voice has not changed
4. Clay pots
The clay pot ran out of last drops of water
The revelry crowd has gone
Leaving behind a puddle of white loneliness
Seal into the bottom of the can
Under the rocky walls
Who left the sobbing sobs
From the hoarse strings poured down
Touch moored in the shadows
The tears of a lovelorn woman
Bounce back
Pierce the last remnants of extravagance
Drunken old man
Drag a skinny moonshine
I want to pour mortal suffering into a clay pot
provoked the peach blossoms sticking out of the wall
Jealousy and hatred
author
Li Hong (1973.11-), a member of the Chongqing Writers Association and the Chinese Poetry Society, is the author of the novels "Sword and Shadow Love and Hatred", "Broken Arm Without Words", "Duel", the novella "Country Funeral", and published the poetry collection "Singing Alone", "Red Dust, Fireworks, Flowing Years" and "Double Shadow". His works can be found in "Anhui Literature", "Poetry Monthly", "Yanhe", "Yalu River", "Special Zone Literature", "Prose Poetry World", "Ginseng Flower", "Bow Farming", "Shaanxi Literature", "Liaohe", "Hanxiao Flower", "Speed Reading", "Tianjin Poet", "Chongqing Daily", "Chongqing Evening News", "National Times", "Entrepreneur Daily", "Beihai Evening News", "Anhui Science and Technology News", "Spiritual Civilization Daily", "Reader Daily", "Wuling Metropolis Daily", etc., and his works have been selected into "Chinese Writers Network Fine Anthology: Lantern 2019 (Volume II)" (Published by Writers Publishing House in July 2020).