Bodhisattva in the grotto
It's snowing, it's big, goose feathers
From the gray and black sky of the Northern Wei Dynasty
Fluttering down
Drift into a grotto called Yungang
There are many bodhisattvas sitting in the grotto
White snowflakes, one feather at a time
Dissolved in the palm of a battered hand
It moistens the wind and frost that has not changed for thousands of years
They had tried to get out of the cave
Heavy snow sealed the doorway
The horse team rushing to Luoyang was in the snow
Hissing, like the wind howling at the mouth of a cave
The snow hides the pain of the horse's hooves
The hiss froze the biting past
Ren Xue was white one by one
The benevolent bodhisattva is always silent
Heavy snow in spring
Heavy snow chased light snow, and it came one after another
Covered with noisy years
The colorful quarrels were harmonized
旷野里,白茫茫,静悄悄
Colors are harmonized and rush under the snow
Mei hugged a ball of fire and took the lead in breaking through
In the gap between winter and spring
The cry of the tsunami that detonated the mountain
Red flowers, green grass, yellow buds
A small swarthy tadpole, shaking its head and tail
Pull the blue wings out of the mountains
Weave colorful days
Heavy snow that solidifies into ice, hiding on the edge of a cliff
Hide in the corner of the wall and make the last standout
A ray of spring light, a few flowers blooming
He quietly retreated in the shadow of the swallow's wings
Wander in a world with closed eyes
The wind blew the night cold
I closed the thick curtains and closed my eyes
Pitch black world, sunny
Leisurely fish flying in the blue sky
Birds groom their wings on the secluded seabed
Many pilgrims sat on the lotus platform with smiles on their faces
I'm a young man walking on the beach
Hold the out-of-body soul and bathe in the river water
Tears flowed down one by one
Carrying a piece of moonlight, wandering around
A pot of aged wine is hidden in a tree hollow
The awake bird is resisting the temptation of mellowness
The night wind blew out the orange lamp in front of the bed
The hut when I opened my eyes was dim
The world with closed eyes is bright
Dancing in a poem (one other poem)
A Tang poem, like a wooden box
Sitting in an elementary school textbook
I've been looking for thirty years
The key to unpacking was also not found
The night in the mountain village is extraordinarily quiet
Lift the Nanmu box onto the windowsill
Lift up a bright moon and tap it gently
The wooden box was opened, and frost was sprinkled on the ground
Holding an empty wine glass, dancing in the poem
Tilting his neck, tears fell silently as wine
Raise a glass to invite Mingyue to dialogue
Tonight, there is the fragrance of osmanthus flowers
Raise a glass to invite Mingyue to dialogue
Not to mention, the wild geese fly south
Not to mention, the joy of the golden rice waves
Not to mention, the maple leaves are melancholy
I just want to tell you, in the spring breeze
The seed we sowed
has climbed the branches of the great tree
Please adjust to the temperature of the autumn rains
Help him wash the dust off his face
It's snowflakes again
It's snowflakes again
Freeze last night's plum fragrance on the branches
The quiet window is plain and clean
I couldn't see that smiling face
Memories begin to hibernate after the hustle and bustle
Brew a cup of snow black tea under the window
I can't think of someone to find to drink poetry
Acacia aches in the depths of memory
It was boiled hot by cup after cup
Snow water, frozen in a teacup
Treading the snow in search of plums
I searched the streets and alleys of Xiangyang City
Invite you to Baqiao, step on the snow and look for plums
Mr. lives in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, and does not ask about poetry
Thousands of miles alone, go to Chang'an alone
A bridge of past events came to the face, only to see snowflakes drifting
I didn't see the red plum blossoms, and many thoughts were frozen
Crossing the Qinling Mountains, passing through the Chu land, a dream to Lingnan
There is no snow in the mountains, and the branches are red
The dark fragrance is sparse, filling my wandering bag
Treading the snow to find plums, Shisi is on the back of a donkey
Meng Dashan, you are bitter
Deceived me for a thousand years
Light incense to the lamp
Really be grateful for the light in front of the bed
Helped me distinguish the cycle of day and night
The days of reincarnation are beautiful
Mr. Jingjie and I were picking chrysanthemums under the east fence
Two flower butterflies flew from the South Mountain
They danced
Perched on the wine glass in front of Li Bai's window
Suck on the bright moonlight in the cup
Really be grateful for the light in front of the bed
Helped me distinguish between light and dark
The years of change are warm
I was drunk in the garden with the chaise lady
A wisp of lute music floated from the painting boat
They go around the beams endlessly
The sword wrapped around King Xiang's waist
Lick the red blood from the sword
I'm still alive, the lamp in front of my bed
How did it perish?
I reverently lit a pillar of incense at the head of my bed
Pray silently in the cycle of years
You can also meet this lamp
Three poems
1. Return to people on a snowy night
Grandma is the sister-in-law of Xianglin in the village
When people meet, they say that there are monsters outside the mountain
She was taken captive
Stole her little flower chicken
It snowed heavily overnight and night after night
The pace of the year is getting closer and closer
Grandma looks through the autumn water at the head of the village
There were no tears in his eyes
Snow-white headlights snapped against the doors and windows
The turtle box beeped
Peaceful village full of barking dogs
Grandma got out of bed and pushed open the window
The ox becomes a horse, and the rooster becomes a phoenix
Teardrops fell on the charcoal fire, and fluttered
Surprise grandma lit three pillars of incense
He worshipped his ancestors, and went outside the door to worship heaven and earth
2. Birds that fly in and out
The season when the grass grows and the warbler flies
A flock of birds, chirping
Fly into the heavy gates
Climb on scaffolding
Leave the old yellow dog to guard outside the chai gate
Listen to the sound of frogs on the lotus
Invite a few drifting white clouds
A snow quilt is made to the sound of geese
Warm, windy fields
High-rise buildings have sprung up after the rain
In the season of wind howling and snow dancing
Crazy grew a lot of emotions
Not a single branch could be found
A flock of birds, chirping again
Fly out of the heavy city gates
Perched on an almond blossom tree
3. Retire in the city
The son carp jumped the dragon gate
Bought a birdcage in town
Leave the hoe in the village
I was kept in a birdcage
A dog that lost its voice
Lying on the balcony at sunset
Accompany me to look at my hometown in the distance
A rusty lock, two pieces of wood door
Three roosters, four birds
Five apricot blossoms lay on the wall
I took my dog off the balcony
Her bony eyes were full of confusion
You can see the footsteps of the people returning to the night
But I can't count the cars that fill the streets
Approaching spring
accidentally
Hurt winter's tail
Like a waking lion roaring in the sky
In the fluttering snowflakes
There are also the red plums of Aoxue
Sit on the branches and bloom fragrantly
Take a step forward
It is the wall of spring
There are apricot blossoms brewing emotions in the courtyard
Just wait for the spring rain to knock on the doorbell
He climbed out of the wall
Look at the thawing stream
叮叮当当走下山来
Look at the cut fine willow green all over the pond
Take a step further and see it
The scenery of peach blossoms on the human face
The sound of horses' hooves in spring (one song)
Walk on frozen snow
Crack, crack, crack
I heard the sound of horses' hooves in spring
Horses, horses, you run quickly
The warm spring breeze blows
We will be able to return to the embrace of spring
Stray puppies will be in the spring breeze
Back to the warmth of my hometown
No more hiding in the hollow of the tree shivering
Left-behind children will be in the fields
Fly a soaring kite
No more sitting alone at the door
Spring Breeze Fu
When you bring a ray of spring light from the mountains and forests
The barefoot father was driving the old cow
With a ploughshare, in a thawing field
Writing poems that are hard work
You word by word, will be bitter lines of poetry
Interpreted as the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies
Grow a ridge of golden days
You go through the cycle of time and let the world change
and brought a wisp of flowers from the mountains and forests
In the fields of bright spring, the sound of machines rumbled
You use the lines of poetry that your father planted in the soil
Interpret the yellowed spring ploughing map in the depths of memory
A lingering complex
Lingering on the table where the cups are changed
Author: Zhengxing, formerly known as Zheng Xiong, grew up drinking Miluo River water, worked as a middle school teacher, and worked as a city newspaper reporter. Some poems can be found in newspapers and periodicals such as "Chinese Culture Daily", "Children's Literature", "Hunan Daily", and "Prose Poems". Be a person in a standing posture and write poems.