Poetry | Tang Yi: Glory of Kings (Group Poems)

Text/Tang Yi

I don't say misunderstandings

Everything is supposed to be solved, but because it is wrong

It's like pear blossoms being married in July

Peaches can grow like apricots

For example, wolves change their habits, such as the wind changes direction

The day is sunny for a while, and the rain is for a while

It was the norm. We all have the possibility

The suspected neighbor in Man Has the Axe

I don't say misunderstandings. Just keep the norm, so as not to change

Change

Dust and the world

The noise of red dust is nothing more than a noise of the world

The grass is quiet. So many crows in yours

Ear noise

So many temptations in the air

The sky is empty, but very kind

I like to wake up very early in the morning

At this time people are still asleep, this time desire

It hasn't budded yet

A new world has arrived

It was dew that had been up all night, washing the world again

Again

kite

The sky in March is tile blue

White clouds drifting. A variety of kites also flutter

What I didn't expect was that I seemed to be there

Unconsciously drifting along

In one kite or countless kites

Relatively pure hand-drawn

The east wind is strong and the air flow is stable. But

I saw the ups and downs

A dragonfly in one hand and a butterfly in the other

Many of the ones that were not grasped were only broken into nothingness

Glory of Kings

See land, swamps, seawater and glaciers

I have the glory of kings

Drink dew. Ji Xue. Brew rain. Pick wild

Berries are fed

The shallow stream rolls with white waves

Mountains, valleys, plains... Outside the dense forest is

Villages, cities

Whoever's territory it is

I soar, leap, and shine with all things

And he coexists with all things, and rejoices in his heart

Gregorian calendar

Legend has it that the clouds in the sky are woven by the Weaver Girl

A gentle throw is a large piece of splendid embroidery

They are also weavers: the two-eight beauties of Soap Horn Bay

Ice and snow are smart

And they all like the handsome cowboys in the village

The Queen Mother was somewhat unreasonable

They only begged and didn't seem to want to do it

Daughter of heaven

Beg for a pair of clever hands. But the cowherd is thick

On the banks of the Queqiao Bridge, back and forth between the galaxies

Many years

【About the Author】

Tang Yi, a native of Renshou, Sichuan. Poet, writer, essayist. He is the author of the poetry collection "Nineteen Zhang Machines", the prose collection "The City of Chongli", "Nostalgia on the Earth", the novel "Lotus Pond", "Being an Official" and many other works. His works have been published in domestic newspapers and periodicals and have been selected for a variety of anthologies. He has won the first Haiyan Poetry Award, the 4th Shuofang Literature Award, and the 7th Bingxin Prose Award. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He currently lives in Suining, Sichuan.

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