Good poems of the day
Nothingness at sunset
Under the slanting sun, ants drag huge shadows
My shadow stretches to the horizon
The joy of the child is magnified in the shadows
Behind him, the sun hung on the branches
The branch bends again, and it can be popped
This twilight, infinity tends to nothing
The darkness casts the shadow of the earth into the void
Soon, there will be a boundless flood overflowing
We'll sink for a while
enlightenment
When I was a child, the village staged a play
The same show was performed for three days in a row
Children don't understand the appearance, plot and lyrics of costume dramas
Just want to be lively
The next day, I found out
The man who died yesterday came out again
I also found that in the background, the emperor
I was trained by the leader to tremble
From then on, I was enlightened
People and things on the table, basically
is not credible
look for
It's another missing person notice, and it's this bus stop again
This is a transfer station for ten buses
There is a lot of people here, and there are many forks in the road here
One day last year, you posted a revelation to me
Say I'm lost here, say I have mild amnesia
You'd rather post it on the street than ever mention it to me
This time, someone was looking for a four-year-old boy
The child was severely autistic, and he shut himself out of the world
And the world gave him an ignorant wandering
What we are repeatedly looking for is the missing part of our lives
If you can't find it, your family will fall into a permanent shortcoming
world, there will be a slight weightlessness
Overnight at Gobi Station
The Gobi Desert was originally a sea, and then a desert
For hundreds of millions of years, the sand has gone with the wind
What can't take off is sand, smaller stones
The wind carved itself into poplar trees and telephone poles
Depression, similar to Braille
That's the shape of the wind
Sometimes, black stones roll all over the ground
These are miracles
Tonight, I slept at the Gobi station
As the train passed by, the Gobi listened
After the train left, the Gobi left a long blank
At night, the reeds flutter
The wind changes direction and the stone rolls in the opposite direction
Tired iron, sighed softly
The Gobi is like a cosmic black hole, from which nothing can escape
My dreams have always been revolving in the Gobi
Yellow River
If you have to describe a river, write it in sections
It is not suitable for a one-time stroke
The source is just a drop of water, and it can't withstand too much pen and ink
To describe its transparency, to describe the sanger flower and worship
The clouds in Qinghai and Tibet are very light, and the water droplets can't hold back the desire to fly
Next is the Loess Plateau, your narrative
Be sure to use clear words to filter out the sediment
The bottom fertilizer goes with the river, and the land is empty-handed
Huang is the surname acquired by Dahe
Ninety-nine bends can be pressed without a table
That's a projection of a god or a dragon
Human words cannot describe the charm of the dragon
Please leave the pen and ink to the sheepskin raft, to the estuary
The wisp of yellow left in the sea
The great river, living in these figurations, will eventually return
Wander your soul in the sea
Disinfect the flesh with a high fever
The doctor said that my body was poisonous
There seems to be too much sadness, and I am shedding tears of my life
There is salt in tears, and there is tiny poison
Poison, speaking by my throat
And I, with a high fever, disinfected the flesh
In this white corridor, I, we
They are all poisonous puppets
White coats, white pills, and liquid hanging high
It's another poison
I don't want to......
Running and shouting
Keep struggling, keep singing
I don't know why, I don't know what will happen
This scorching earth, crowded world
If I stop, I'm afraid I'll turn into a piece of amber in 10,000 years
Or become an insect imprisoned in amber
I'm afraid that after 10,000 years, it will be polished in the palm of your hand
Sparks are splashing and detriments are flying
I am afraid to put it on your breast, and to bear your tears
I was a broken teardrop, dissolved in water
He can endure too much grief
I was a four-legged worm and didn't want to
Weep with you in transparent amber
Keep giving up, keep forgetting
Constantly wearing, constantly dying
Let the shouts and singing evoke your cherishment
Let forgetting and death dry your tears
There was a violent trembling
Like the burning of a cigarette
Likes to spit smoke out evenly
Construct abstract, stream-of-consciousness, 3D realms
Like nicotine swirling on the tip of the tongue and screaming
Know that life is a one-way ride
Sandwich your life between your index and middle fingers
Appreciate its struggles, its nowhere to run
It's a way to live, or it's a way to die
Love this tangible burn
No spitting, no tears, clean consumption
There is plenty of time to leave a last word
When the cigarette butt is hot, there will be a violent shivering
stand corrected
In the evening, it is time for the mother to feed the chickens
Sprinkle out the straw and the grains and stir them up
The jubilation of the yard
Every time, there are sparrows rushing to eat
Every time, there is a scolding that follows
Scold hens for throwing eggs and scolding roosters for fighting
Those who starve to death and live on ghosts, those who are not harvested by the heavens, those who are not nourished by the earth, and those who are under the sword
At this time, I will quietly reach into the stove and touch it
Is the artichoke that my mother buried ripe?
The mother, on the other hand, picks up each hen and uses her middle finger
Touch the hot anus
If you have eggs, eat a small stove
There are no eggs, and they are cursed
No matter which one you scold, all the chickens and sparrows
will rush to admit their mistakes
The God of the Mother
She worships the god and sits north facing south
Behind the god is the 300-mile red land, followed by the reckless snow-capped mountains
The snow-capped mountains sparkle with crystal light
Every evening, the snow-capped mountains descend from behind the gods to the earth
Cast a huge shadow
The mother did not have a decent tribute, only vegetable balls and potatoes
For decades, what she ate, God ate
Every morning, I always stand in front of God on time
Offering a rough diet to the porcelain Kannon
floating
There is upstairs, there is downstairs
Floating down from the upper floors, sometimes pigeons, sometimes clouds
Sometimes, it's just a thought
This time, it's a desperate soul
Way
As the vole crosses, the dirt dodges a dark passage
As the flood passed, the mountain moved his heavy hips
As the white clouds passed, the river fell silent
When my mother returned to her hometown, the ancestral grave gave up a piece of blessed land
Ding Shan Guixiang, because of the new tomb, the sunset has arrived
A pillar of incense burns out
author
Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, lives in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the China Railway Writers Association. He has written more than 1,000 poems, some of which have been published in hundreds of publications such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Monthly", "China Railway Literature and Art", "Ginseng Flower", "Green Wind", "Star" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into a variety of anthologies. Published poetry collections "Gap" and "Deep Snow".