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In May, it will not pass through the city (10 poems of Hua Ling's choice)

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In May, it will not pass through the city (10 poems of Hua Ling's choice)
In May, it will not pass through the city (10 poems of Hua Ling's choice)

miss

Missing is a piece of sugar

Soaking in water by amorous hands

The more time passes, the stronger it becomes

Distance is a wound

Carried away by wandering feet

The more we can't walk together, the more painful my heart will be

Age is a disease

It was gradually hollowed out by a dreamy dream

The more you try to get rid of the past, the heavier it becomes

If you can get everything back to the beginning

I will cherish this affection

Just like when we were pure and unsullied

Mo looks at the moon when he loses his reunion

Don't miss spring when you lose your flowers

Don't think of you when you lose your ignorance

You are the only one who brings tears to my eyes

A tear flew out of his eyes

再也爬不回眼窝

You've walked through the middle of summer, paved with red and green

You will suffer from the loneliness of falling leaves and snow

Take a break

Sit quietly in the evening light of the red dust

Let the winds of the world shave you

Naked in the twilight robe

Do you need a beautiful wound?

Pour out all the roses in your breast

Replace it with a heart of stone

To survive in this crippled world

Some things go wrong again and again

There is no cause, only effect

When the flesh is about to be annihilated

Where are the souls hiding?

all these years

Many people have walked through the bridge of my heart

You are the only one who brings tears to my eyes

Your dreams in my night, I am in the night of your dreams

Tonight the moon is between two stars

The wind fiddled with the skirt of the clouds

Everything is like a perfect fairy tale

But my heart was in turmoil

Loving you is as hard as learning from the scriptures

It's like breaking into the gossip array

Why are there shadows all over the eyes

But you can't catch the real body?

Heaven is sure that I love you

You too

But why do we always miss the east wind?

Let the two butterflies stumble outside of your heart

Whether the moonlight will soak through the window screens

Harassing insomniacs squeaky bed

Through the black soil of the night

There must be some seeds sprouting in the dark

Maybe wait

It is the best hope of my life

Your dreams in my night

I'm in the night of your dreams

Hua Ling, February Fantasy

When the morning light opens its cute eyes like a baby

Spring is as lively as a rabbit

Take me out of the winter laziness

It's like returning to a young man

The east wind is steep and the lake water in the wilderness

Like a lion in heat slapping on the embankment

The weeping willow is like the hair of first love

Tickle my misty eyes

A curtain of winter wheat is as blue as smoke

Golden cauliflower dots the dots

The earth is like a spring girl with first makeup

As far as the eye can see, it is no longer far away

掬一尽山阴雪色

Look up at the idle clouds

Sleep in a soft meadow

To whom do you speak your heart at this moment?

I want to take Yu Xiuhua into my arms

Pull out her spring poems

It's good that I'm alive

It's good that I'm alive

You can also see spring

I saw Ziyan muttering between the beams

I saw bees sleeping at the bottom of the flowers

It's good that I'm alive

I can also remember my youth

Reminiscing about the reflection of youth in time

Reminiscing about the stupidity and impulsiveness of those years

It's good that I'm alive

And think about the future

Think about what the future will look like

Think about who among us might leave first

It's good that I'm alive

You can also pay tribute to your parents

Bow or prostrate at a desolate grave

Then slowly walk into the grave in front of you

A hundred years later

A hundred years later

Regardless of the elderly

Still a swaddling baby

Almost all of them are gone

The Earth will still rotate

Carrying the city and the countryside

Our descendants live inside

Read us with a history book

The population may be even higher

There will be fewer animals

Sea levels continue to rise

Inundate more islands

There are still diseases and armies

There are still politicians squabbling

A little boy was crying

Crying for his loving father who just died

We can't hear it

The cry for help of the people of the future

But I can feel it faintly

Their curse

The curse sounded so ethereal

Like the little boy's cry

Like the waves that flooded the island......

Even though the world is changing......

Even though the world is changing

Lightning-fast

Something that just happened

In an instant, the curtain sank again

It's all about progress and change

Those things of human nature

It didn't pass with the splash of light

Including birth, old age, sickness and death......

We were so close to happiness

But the suffering is far from over—

Horror in the aftermath of the earthquake

Women and children by the ruins of war

I want to transcend the confines of the world

Like a bird singing and dancing in the air

But the hunters who were in hot pursuit left me behind

I was weeping with grief while he was cheering

In May, there will be no passage through the city

A silver eagle thundered overhead, and it was about to land

Plastic image on the balcony of the hotel

Watch a twilight gray finch fall into the eye socket

I'm back here years later and not anymore

A handsome boy with a pocket full of poems

It's like a philosopher, with black ants crawling on his chest

Wander through a labyrinth of streets

Extreme imagination except for the vernacular

The city is hidden in a dusty haze

The squinting sun is like a hot air balloon stagnate in the building

The dull moon grows tirelessly on the green belt

The crowd on the street passed slowly like crops waiting to be harvested

Buzzing cars replaced the screams of birds

The mountain streams that pass through are no longer clear

The boulevard is no longer shaded by shrubs

In this less hopeless country

New house expansion and urban management demolition

There are no more century-old buildings nearby

May will never pass through the city again

Every street will be carefully cleaned

Pour fiery red and oil green on them

And we will still be humble after impetuousness

Survive in an ever-advancing urban civilization

Sometimes I stubbornly want to regurgitate the original flavor

In order not to be left behind, I had to do it

Put it in the suitcase at the airport high-speed rail station

Wandering from city to city

We crawl in its great shadow

Trembling and resigned

Like being subject to a majestic monarch

A silver eagle thundered past its eyes, and it had just taken off

I looked into the distance at the farmhouse where I was spitting smoke

Stretch out the pale and blood-lost arm......

Yu Xiuhua, a demonic woman

You're covered in blood and crawling out of the delivery bed

The baby in his arms screamed

Scared away all the doctors and nurses in the township hospital

You walked through the fields, paralyzed

Longing for rice seedlings and weeds to support

What they waited for was a series of sideways

The wind always comes later than the moonlight

The night extinguished all the lights of Hengdian

The dream pressed against the creaking cot

A hand suddenly grabs your long hair

Slam the shame against the wall

A tear crawled through the window and flew to the moon

You're covered in dirt and you're breaking into the city

Sing that heartfelt ballad of hell

Shocked all the well-dressed

You're unkempt and begging along the streets

As everyone knows, what you lack is only simple food

What they lack is the loss of their souls

You are like a mother animal in heat

Deliver the most primitive menstrual blood to the world

Let those who have been in captivity for a long time bleat like a flock of sheep

You confidently rush to the center of the catwalk

Smoky makeup and stinking sweat

Forced back all the fat powder smell and beauty

Yu Xiuhua is a demonic woman

I don't know from which layer of the demon realm

Broken wings descend on Zhong Xiang

You are a murderer

deprived the poet of his last self-confidence and self-esteem

Endure their saliva, semen and cannonballs

You broke their lips

Gouged out their eyes

Let them wail with their upper bodies

The lower half of the body is paralyzed

You're in pain and happy

In his own kingdom, he lives like Wu Zetian

Nowadays, many people have fallen in love with it

The scent of barnyard rice flowers on your hairpin

Let them have empty foul language about your flesh

But there is no desire to rush against your soul!

Years later, do you remember a name called Hua Ling?

What crime did Hua Ling commit?

Barefoot weeping blood in the vicissitudes of life

His body was imprisoned

But the soul has been wandering

He walked past the tombstones of his predecessors

escaped the absurdity of the world

Leave more than moaning

And the unknown singing

He himself exiled himself

Like a wounded nightingale

He does not yearn for the flight of the clouds

I only want to stay on the wings of hell

He walked through the billowing red dust

I only saw the back in a glimpse

He longs to reap the pain of others

and he clutched the pain in his breast

Others are one step at a time

He is a blood mark at a time

There were no tears when he wanted to cry

I can't make a sound when I want to laugh

He longed to cultivate in Zhongnan Mountain

He longed to recite scriptures on Mount Wutai

Under the whip of life

Forced to be a poet!

Years later, do you remember?

One name is Hua Ling

He's been crazy with you

Now it has been burned to ashes by the times

In May, it will not pass through the city (10 poems of Hua Ling's choice)

Author: Hua Ling, formerly known as Liang Chenghao, male, Han nationality, born in 1974, from Wolong District, Nanyang City, Henan Province. He is a contemporary Chinese avant-garde poet, a cutting-edge writer, and a columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society. He is now a local village doctor. The first collection of poems, Love Songs and Lamentations, was successfully published in Henan Zhongzhou Ancient Books Publishing House in April 2015, and won the silver medal of the third New Poet Award held by the Chinese Poetry Society in Beijing in June of that year, and the bronze medal of the second Red Sorghum PEN Club in Qingdao in August. The second collection of poems, "Beauty Snake", is also being planned for publication.