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Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

"My antlers have bloomed" is the poet Angel's first children's poetry anthology.

The poet jumps out of the trap of words and thinking, and everywhere he goes, the scenery he sees, even if it is a fallen leaf or a lonely twinkling star, can arouse the echo of poetry in the poet's heart.

The book is divided into four volumes, with imaginative illustrations, forming a different world of children's poetry. The poet believes that every poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart, and the children's poem is the child who speaks.

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

An Qi, whose real name is Huang Jiangfei, was born in Zhangzhou, Fujian Province in 1969. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and an executive director of the Chinese Poetry Society. Member of the poetry group of Minnan Normal University. "Poetry Magazine" "Top Ten Young Female Poets in the New Century". She is the author of many poetry collections such as "Polar Realm", "You Can't Imitate My Life", "Heavy Rain and Sheep", "My Antlers Bloom", essay collections "Feminist Notes", "Human Books", etc., and co-edited "The Complete Works of Intermediate Poetry" and "North Drift Poems". He currently lives in Beijing and works in the New Media Department of the Chinese Poetry Society.

"My antlers have bloomed" poetry selection

Gift of the Goddess ▍

Every day

There is a goddess who does not sleep

Overnight to control the blue sky

白云

and the sun, so that in the moment you open your eyes

Received this

A gift from the goddess!

2017 ▍

Mother chicken has just come off the stove

He also wore an apron, which was a little wrinkled

The apron was a little wrinkled, and it didn't stop her sagging lower abdomen

This makes her look honest and kind

Follow the direction of Daddy Chicken's eyes

She saw the monkeys tidy up

Prepare for a retreat –

"Our year is coming!"

Four thin claws

It also has the power to grasp the earth.

Spreading clouds ▍

I borrowed a day of somersault clouds from Sun Wukong

Fly up, ha, the sky is high and the clouds are light

Drive!

I gestured with a whip, somersault clouds

Whistling all the way, the sky is full of chaos

Let's just let the somersault cloud jump

I don't really know where I'm going

The world is too big

Even if there is a somersault cloud, it can't be turned

And it's only one day

So I said to the somersault cloud—

Go as you go

Go wherever you want. Are you sure? Spreading clouds

Le Zizi replied -

I don't want to go anywhere

I want to sleep. I followed Sun Wukong, I was too tired.

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

The Sisters,Mary Cassatt,1885

Extrastellar ▍

constancy

There is an alien planet that people are in accordance with

This one looks long: a large left eye, triangular;

Small right eye, diamond-shaped. Two black eyes

The right eye huddled together ignores the left eye, which makes the left eye

It's a little lonely, a little aggrieved.

Its nose is a stretchable

The retractable ladder, it goes up to the sky and into the earth, relying on this

Ladder of the nose. It is old as soon as it is born

Wrinkles on the forehead are evidence

Its mouth was furled, and its face was full of displeasure. Skinny aliens –

The body is filled with fields, shells, compasses, and the sea

It walks on its feet

Two flowers followed by a tremble, two

The fan-like flower is its grain channel, through which it passes

They receive foreign nourishment to ensure that they do not go hungry

It's an extraterrestrial person I made

It has not yet come to Earth

The sugar jar is poured ▍

The sugar jar is poured

It was the ants who first discovered this fact

Ants have the most sensitive sense of smell in the world

Nothing escapes its tracking

The sugar jar is over, and the ants are coming

First one, then a friend, one

Another one. The sugar jar is poured

The army of ants traveled thousands of miles to come

They're one by one

One by one, the sugar is to be transported back to their homes

Rations for this winter

Shinjuku!

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

The Child's Bath,Mary Cassatt,1893

Tent ▍

Today

I also didn't see a floor in a tent

Two floors

Three floors

But the ancestors of painting

Six floors were built in tents

The first floor is inhabited by six people

Seven people live on the second floor

The third floor is inhabited by three people

The fourth floor is inhabited by two people

The fifth floor is inhabited by one person

Sixth floor

This is the highest layer

I didn't see anyone

I guess this floor is for beauty, and it can also be for dreams

Give hope.

Blooming to the window of the rosewood ▍

They can actually hang in the air

Walk through 15 floors of fine steel wire mesh to them

Directly stood out the window

Three dill flowers without fear of heights

Shaped like a trumpet

After a deep night's sleep, they precede the homeowner from the darkness

Woke up and smiled out of his five-petal lips

Chaoyang Experimental Primary School is 500 meters away

The children are doing radio gymnastics: one, two, three, four

Two-two-three-four

My dogles shake their little pink hands

Little tender feet: one, two, three, four

Two-two-three-four. Let's do a morning workout together

A new day begins!

Autumn to ▍

Autumn came to Yanbian before me

It holds the palette in its left hand and a paintbrush in its right

Give the maple tree a touch of red

Give poplars a little yellow

Give Jindalai a little purple, only pine sylvestris

It's very stubborn, how to not let it on, well, autumn said

You just stay in your green

A one-man tall corn stalk

The corn has been picked, and in autumn and autumn, I will also color it

Autumn splashes of paint buckets, boom, full, full

Golden. The rice was shaken so that the eyes glowed, autumn

In autumn, I want it golden too!

Splash another bucket of paint in the fall

What a pleasure! The ears of rice are bright, the stalks of rice are bright, a piece

A world of light

Autumn and autumn, I just arrived in Yanbian, and I also want to be all-over

Golden, I'm going to shine too

I'm going to shine too

Autumn calls the sun, for a moment

I'm brilliant and beautiful!

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

Story Book,William-Adolphe Bouguereau,1877

Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart
Anqi Tong's Selected Poems "My Antlers Have Bloomed" The poet has a child who does not want to grow up in his heart

Postscript ▍

Like a dream, I suddenly want to publish a collection of children's poems.

But when I write, there is no distinction between adult poetry and children's poetry in my heart, and I don't deliberately think about whether to write adult poetry or children's poetry. Some are like a child who does not know the world, full of innocent and lively expressions, so I know that I have always had a child living in me, although I think I am over half a hundred years old and no longer have children. But who stipulates that the criterion for judging adults and children is age? Some people are old at birth, never have children, and have never been young, and some people, until they have gray hair, are also a child, and their eyes and actions to look at the world and deal with the world have always been so simple and innocent.

Yes, children's poetry is pure and innocent.

In children's poems, all things are animistic and all beings are equal, man is not necessarily superior to others, man is only a part of the world, and must live in harmony with all things. In children's poems, autumn is the most beloved child of Daddy Sunshine, not just a concept that represents the seasons, and all kinds of education we receive in the classroom, about parts of speech, about subject-verb, object-verb, and strong complement, can be changed, because children are the least restricted by rules and regulations. The world in the eyes of children and the world in the eyes of adults are definitely not the same world. In the children's poems, my whimsy was recognized and respected by myself, no one would say that I was confused, and I was as happy and sweet as the ant who found that the sugar pot had fallen over...... Stay curious about the world, squat down to talk to a grass, jump up to pick stars, this is the beauty of children's poetry!

Thanks to Fujian Juvenile and Children's Publishing House for accepting and publishing this collection of children's poems, and to Professor Wu Mingchun of Fujian Normal University for writing the preface to this collection of children's poems. This is a collection of children's poems that can be read by both adults and children, and I hope you will enjoy it.

Angel

2023-7-6

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