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
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.