魂兮归来
The terrible ape cry of the Three Gorges
The voice calls for the return of the soul
The afterglow of the amorous sunset
Reflecting the long sky of the water
Far away from the rivers and lakes, your body has been leaping for thousands of years
Qu Zi, you Zigui native
In the orangery where the poet was born
The dialect of Chu is stained with a touch of beautiful orange
You are not an orange tree
But it has grown into an orange tree, with an eternal meaning
The jealousy and ridicule of the small group polish the pearl of the crown
Fragrant ornaments and long claws that are often accompanied by left and right
For thousands of years, it has become a matter of concern for many people
It has become a totem of many dynasties and temples
Now the thread-mounted "Lisao" is raised
A down-and-out singer and spring
Through mud and haze
Let people see the hidden soul
My cramped words turned into a figure by the river
Call for the wind and rain and tranquility of the water in your name
And the sorrow in the hope
Deeply implanted in dust and grain
Turned into green oranges on Phoenix Mountain
The long-flowing water is enough to heal the people
Conscious
Every time you go out
The wives have to check that the doors and windows are closed
Even go out far
Halfway back
The textbook says that typical obsessive-compulsive disorder
There is only the lamp that must be left every night
Kind reminders and thoughtful warmth
No need to force
I don't think these are common human diseases
Two micro-poems
1、
Facing a few children
Father shook his head and sighed
None of them are worry-free
Actually, what my father said was not wrong
Children can't learn to cross
Times have progressed
No more fuel-efficient lamps
2、
Childhood
Cooking is inseparable from firewood and straw
Three meals a day
Mom was always in tears
And now cooking with electricity
Mom would still be in tears
Grandchildren's meals
There is no smell of fireworks from the past
Author: Yang Liwen, a high school teacher, is a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. The lonely walker on the road of poetry is not kitsch, not sophisticated, not forced, and expresses his heart in his own way of expression.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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