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Nostalgia is just one direction - to the west, to the north

author:Reading Sleep Poetry Society
Nostalgia is just one direction - to the west, to the north
Nostalgia is just one direction - to the west, to the north

emptiness

Winter is a season of emptiness

The wind passes through the magpie's empty nest

Water floats from the sky in formalism

The tree took off its makeup and ran naked waving empty branches

The city is wrapped in cotton clothes, and its eyes are empty

Dead cows, sheep, mink, rabbits, in money

Resurrected under magic power, possessed by nobles

Citizens, migrant workers, street children, and passers-by

Each with a hollow heart, shuttling through the cold streets

In the dense flow of people, every individual

Alone

All day long, looking for the next self

Churning water

Ice is a cage for water

To break free from the cage is to jump out of the Marble Mountains

Toss in the pot

Churning in the river

Tumbling in the sky

Tumbling in the eyes

The eye socket is the uterus

Sprinkle salt on the wound and multiply

More water

Sad water

From Tangula, along the way

There are many things that are free riding

This caused the water to fall into sorrow

Sediment, poison, groans on the sickbed

Flashing out

Sometimes, the sorrowful rush in

Spread sorrow to all waters, river banks

Crying and falling in the water

Wait for a cloud

As soon as my mother left, my hometown became my hometown

Nostalgia is just one direction

- to the west, to the north

Unfamiliar address, my township, village, group, changed surname

In Beijing, to the west, to the north

Burn paper, incense, and drink wine for your mother

Green smoke, riding the southeast wind, westward, northerly

Four thousand miles away, there is a lonely grave

Mother, is a coordinate, a pixel

Mark my hometown and guard my nostalgia

Qingming rain, like tears flying

The rain clouds travel day and night

To the west, to the north

Four thousand miles away, waiting for a cloud to arrive

Cry for me

Author: Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, living 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".

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

Nostalgia is just one direction - to the west, to the north

Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Reading Selected Sleep Poems: Spring Warm Flowers" and "Reading Sleep Selected Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". Poetry friends have been working hard, the poetry club is forging ahead, constantly innovating, recommending excellent poems, producing high-quality poetry collections, reciting excellent works, recommending poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and appreciate poetry culture, we are on the move!