Ink Black Valley
Tan Ping
Start with the thickest ink
It's also fully dipped
Fascination and obsession with landscapes
Sprinkle freely
Hook, rub, dot, dye
Ten Mile Canyon meanders
The brightest line in the depths
It was a river of carp flowing
Flying Fish Falls from among the crumpled rocks
Rush down
Splashing water as if
Thousands of fish are jumping on the beach
The most lively black monkey wild boar
Hide in the depths of the dense forest
The mountain is like a dragon that sees the beginning but not the end
Yuqian has been adjacent since ancient times
Can't tell the narrowest from the widest
The "V." shape of the sinister show
It is a deep crack in the mountains
People rely on pontoon bridges and boardwalks
The ants walked in the middle of it, like a dream
He often wanders outside of dreams
Just a gentle squeeze
The pen is broken
Leave blank space, there is wind
There is a mist of water and the fragrance of flowers
There are countless negative oxygen ions
Coming
(The author is vice president of Chongqing New Poetry Society)
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