Festive Eye
Colored lanterns and wind chimes look at each other, reflecting the pulse of people's hearts
Their limitation lies in the haze of joy
The traces of the years, a trace of the past
It will not be the neon of the city or the wind of the fields that will be lost
Guarded in olive-colored ice
The jackdaw shakes its wings, and the snowflakes melt
The more joyful, but alert
The more alert, but relaxed
At the time of each wave chasing
The people who make the tide hold the red flag in their hands and do not get wet
Don't come, but watch in a dream of peace
Festive eyes, there are new shoots in the flickering of flowers and plants
The vigorous branches will enlighten this year's New Year
An ingenious layout with a new meaning
The lit heart lamp casts a clear lantern
The footsteps of the guards measure the measure of peace and tranquility
The song of the police has the grandeur of wind, frost, snow and rain
(It's always the busiest time for the police.) If you go out with the police, you will have an unexpected gain)
Dark Night
The darkness of the night obscures the dazzling colors of the day
A lot of transactions kicked off their joy
The fragrance is overflowing, but there is the grinning of an owl
Turning his smile, the skin shrank and became so dry
Writhing body, striking primal pleasure
Dark night, like the circle of a record, records its sound quality
The frustration of the night, there are waves chasing after it
Wheezing, creaking and creaking
Under the cover of the dark night, the pink lampshade melted
The stars and the moon have no light, and the accumulated power is more complicated
The flow of the dark night, the more leaky dripping wind and rain on the pillow
When there is no wind, the road is smooth and unobstructed
The weight of the dark night swells up to the movement of white clouds
can't hide it, evoking the heaviness and frivolity of laughter
The darkness is the thickest, and it seems to forget the mist outside the window
Morning star, stained with the dawn of fish belly
The sun will always dry all the cover of the dark night
When it falls in broad daylight, it is the best antiseptic
(Interviewing corruption cases, I found a phenomenon: a lot of gray transactions are carried out at night)
Lotus-like posture
As I stood there, there was a fragrance wafting in
After the storm, you don't have to see Hauni every time
The restless frogs of the pond are still shaking their wit
Each petal is a bright lotus leaf, rolling crystal droplets
The wind and rain are scattered according to the grass and trees, and the mourning has not disturbed the verdant
The tray is steady, and the hearty mood is still straight through the outside
Fluttering and scattered, it is not the character of Hibiscus with the wind
Elves poking out of the mire. Forge ahead
I will always read the sludge and the dark secrets
Clean and clean. Soothing with every ray of sunshine
Withstanding the temptation, the fish under the stem are whispering
When the wind passes, it swings in its direction a few times
But he turned the budding lotus root into his own concentration
There is always hope in my heart, waiting for autumn with clear bones
The flowers are gone, and there are still green leaves standing in the pool
At that time, the rain was beating on the brittle leaves
It makes people feel the ripe autumn mood
Moreover, the lotus root is connected to a different kind of poetry
The verdict was pronounced. Every judge stood like this
May your demeanor be like a lotus
(Attend the trial.) With this experience: the heartstrings are tightly pressed by the "all stand up and read the verdict" link)
Butterflies
Just to adapt to this world of plants
Drunk yourself and become a bookmark humbly folded
Look at the green tree, it's a little yellow
It is not difficult to tell that it is a dead leaf that has endured autumn and winter
Wrong. It's an animal, and life is fanning slightly
Yes, it's a quiet butterfly
How many years of evolution have taken me to develop this ability
The colorful wings are taken off, revealing sincere timidity
But courage is needed, and courage is the fullness of transformation
Withered yellow is just its commitment and discernment to the forest
Its dream is to stand in the forest surrounded by natural predators
Weak life, parasitic in the interval between life and death
Useless training, the transformation technique that finally leads to positive results
Unexpectedly, it turned into an invitation floating into the distance
Your dreams are the smiles of other people's dreams
The inconspicuous butterfly dance is the light he chases
The same dream, the dice roll different sounds
The trajectories of each other's lives are twisted and slanted like this
Your body becomes a cold specimen and you can't go home again
The poacher's confession, true and false, dripping with tears and blood
(At the foot of Mount Emei, there are many rare animals and plants.) That year, a Japanese man came here with a mysterious whereabouts. It turned out that he had come to poach a butterfly called "Dead Leaf Butterfly", make a taxidermy, and try to hide it from customs and bring it back to Japan. This is a violation of Chinese law and should be sanctioned. This reporter interviewed the case and wrote the reportage "Butterfly Dream at the Foot of Emei Mountain". Later, the article was included in the monograph "The False Report of this Case" "Sword and Shield Fengyun" album)
Seven mile incense
In front of my desk, the trellis green vine suddenly restlessed
Filled with spring rain, the branches hang down like a waterfall
The buds have not yet had time to give birth to climbing
It's all of a sudden, and it's a song of early summer
Countless white flowers, accompanied by the report of each pencil word
Even the wind and rain will not make it flutter
Bushes, such as laurel, incense its continuity
And those little grasses that are dreaming and bearing seeds
There is no such vigorous, ostentatious as the sea
Stir up the waves that connect with the distance
Walking under such a trellis, the aroma floats
The mind is clear, and it will be a storm again in a while
Each word blooms a clean fine flower
It is not broken or mixed, and it serves as a open embrace in summer
The cool green light, every gaze of the pure pen
Every time I look at it, I smile knowingly
(In the eastern suburbs of Chengdu, there is a small garden.) Every early summer, the seven miles of incense sprinkle the green shade like a waterfall. This was once the place where Sichuan Legal News started a business and forged ahead)
Author: Jia Zhangmin
Participated in the establishment of Sichuan Legal Newspaper, and served as a reporter, department director, deputy editor-in-chief and editor-in-chief of the newspaper.