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2007 China's Best Poetry--Zong Renfa Selected Works 2 (2010-01-18 22:11:03)

Reprint tag: Cultural Category: Selected Readings of Poems

Axi: A trip to Huangshan

In the early morning of May 4, 2007

I got off the train and immediately ran to Huangshan

With Cloth shoes, gloves and three bottles of mineral water

On the two-dollar map

I found Yingke Songtiandu Peak and Guangming Peak

(I want to be there Take a photo)

It started to rain lightly

The light rain turned into moderate rain

The moderate rain wetted the bamboo forests on both sides of the road

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain

Countless shadows of yesterday were gathering

Raining, thick fog, and no trees or stones could be seen on the mountain

I took paper and pen from Coming from Guangzhou

Obviously, Huangshan does not need me

Write a mediocre poem to suit the occasion

I turned around and left

Huangshan Not moving

Ding Li: Treadmill

Let's go, you tell me

The road is under your feet

The grass is close to the ground Bite your ears

Some trivial matters, some disputes, some entanglements and tenderness

The wind puts high-octave words

into your pocket, all of them

Take it away

I can’t hear it anymore

The grass is still whispering softly under the feet

Take away those green and small sentiments

Take you away

In those days, there will be only one left

An empty and hopeless posture

The darkness in Jiang Ye's heart

Xin You: Moonlight on the journey

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While driving through Changxing, on the Hangning Expressway, I saw the moonlight

The long-lost moonlight; it’s been many years

I haven’t seen the moonlight. The bright moonlight is just like the tiny pieces of silver I scattered in the moat five hundred years ago.

I heard the moonlight, the three-inch golden lotus, and the silent footsteps falling to the ground.

2.

It will be fifteen in three days. The full waxing moon

reminds me of a metaphor.

Look, how much she resembles Chang'e's slightly drooping

half of her breasts. It has been hanging for five thousand years

It is still so white, still so charming.

3.

The moonlight during the journey shines on the earth, rivers, distant mountains

and lakes outside the car window; it shines on the head buried in the chest The rice fields

The woods dancing in the wind, in loneliness

The roses opening and closing secretly; shining on the crows pecking at the corpses

There are also rolling A wild fox in a peanut field

And the sleep of an ant. The moonlight during the journey shone outside the window

as well as inside the window, illuminating the song of a poet

and the voices of twenty-three passengers. Dreamland. I feel that God has never been so fair.

2004/10/8

Anshun Friday

Mubai: The creek at the bottom of Baoshan is gone

Baoshandi The creek disappeared

My villagers had to leave one after another

Dream’s hometown has since been overgrown with weeds

Large tracts of forest have fallen down

These rootless trees

Wandering in the high-rise buildings of the city

The narrow stream at the bottom of the mountain is in the river of my childhood

Clearly visible

You can grab one or two with your hand

Happy and happy water flowers

My mother was washing vegetables by the stream and returned home late from the hoe. Father

Wash his beloved hoe over and over again by the stream

The sister next door who is the same age as me

Two lotus-white hands

Carefully wash the pink shirt

My old scalper took a leisurely walk upstream

The stream at the bottom of Baoshan Mountain disappeared

I Village, my soul is covered with dust

From now on, the sky is filled with shadows of pain

Tears are not water.

Yin Zijun has a diamond-like soul in the night

Tang Deliang's splicing

Mei Yiran: The infinity of water

You have infinity .

In a cup, you are a glass of water

In a riverbed, you are a river

In the sea, you are an ocean

A On the tree, you were the experience of a tree

And now, you are in the sky

Cold. sad. joy. happiness.

Destiny! Get them all down

I am the container to hold you

Qian Lina crickets

Cao Dong: Inside my dark body

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Inside my dark body

There is always a hand groping for something

Across the shadowed lungs, clearly

beating my Bones

I can't stop it, I can only say

Lighter, lighter

It needs to be searched, squeezed

Become Hard past events

Those high-speed rolling stones

At this moment, calm down

Waiting at the mouth of the storm in the heart

The ones that are coming Blades

One by one

Only I know the direction in which these weird things appear and disappear

You Zijin: Outside the window

The leaves are rustling outside the window. I know

Some leaves will fall to the ground

I will step on them when I walk out

My soul will leave my body

Escape into the clear sky - the mirror that sometimes becomes dark

This meaningless abyss

It is spring now, with a faint new green

We can no longer turn a blind eye. The door is open

The leaves are falling continuously

I will forget when I step out

I will not be able to control myself, but this is my destiny

Fan Xiaoya: The man closest to my life

Sometimes

You can see the traces of time

For example, he A cigarette in the hand

cut by length

short

This kind of afternoon is usually a little dark

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It’s usually suitable to say something without saying a word

Say something

When you have nothing to say

Just look at his face

I thought

This is the man closest to me

My life

Ke Jianjun: Forgive

Forgive me for my confession.

Tell everyone

Said it

The sign of winter’s departure cannot stop a grass from turning around

Forgive me for asking for a river

Confessed the secret of the distance

So far away

Richer than the heart

Forgive me for feeling about spring

A little late. March stretched out its branches

Hit my back

What a painful slap

I told you a good time to marry a flower

Forgive me for speaking my love to the world

Forgive me for being an ordinary person

I suddenly had the idea of ??writing poetry

2003, 03, 18

Wei Like, a girl from Sanhu Farm

Zhang Minhua Temple

Flower Language: Writing from Qianjiang to Xiantao

This road

The reason why I cannot walk completely

is because every few steps I take

I have to carve some characters and type a Comma

Every few steps, carve out some characters

Put a period

Like some gestures, they

are replaced by other gestures Accept or abandon

Like some abandonment, piece by piece

There are unknown flesh and blood and weeping

Lao Lair: Carry the darkness to the end

No TV tonight

No lights

Hold on to the darkness

Turn off your phone

Do not disturb

A person stretches out his hand in his own home

Practice being a thief without seeing the five fingers

Explanation of a thief’s head and brain

A thief has a brain

It’s true Mind

I can steal myself out before dawn

It means there are thieves

It means thieves are okay

Red Boy: Confessions of a Skeptic

Walking on the street, I always feel like

Someone is following me, targeting me

Lying in bed , I always feel that when I wake up tomorrow, the grave will be in the wilderness

I always feel that the books I have read will become smoke in an instant

I feel like the water I drank

bats have already been touched

I always feel that the wine I drank and the smoke I exhaled

will affect the entire city

I always feel that everything in my dreams is true

I always feel that everything I see is fake

I always feel that I am living in this world

Like not alive

Sulanduo’s diary: evening of July 24, 2006

I was browsing the web in the house

Like a fish, from a The fish tank swims to another one

There is no water, but poetry is what can breathe

The night sky there, the stars are also electronic

There are children shouting outside the window

Grandma—Grandma—

Don’t say what you are doing, just keep shouting

Is it a boy or a girl

A pair of small shoes on your feet

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The creaking sound

I kept my ears open and waited for him to speak

Until the creaking sound

disappeared in my listening

Yu Qiang hypothesis

Li Hao is simple

Xiaomi suddenly thought of

Liu Dacheng (Liu Dacheng, male, born in 1973, from the mountainous area of ????Xiangxi, Hunan .

He once wandered around the southwest alone, worked as a teacher, editor, and did painting, etc. In the spring of 2001, he came to Wanguan to work, and now he is) etc.

Quanzi: This unfinished man

This unfinished man The Completed Man

It was right for him to choose to jump from the seventh-floor window

to resolve all his entanglements with the world

Then, he The father who was stunned and then hid in the rock

His crying mother

They expressed their feelings in their own way

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The attitude towards this incident is also correct

The only witness and narrator of this incident

should be cursed

Because he discovered, oh, this is not his invention

That deep-rooted love

It is just the unspeakable hatred deep in our bones

Chen Ji Be here and now

Heizao: Old Pile Driver

Several times I brought that heavy old pile driver

to my heart - "Bang" , "Boom", "Boom"...

I don't know if you want to make this hidden territory more indestructible? Or smash?

It is still working at this late hour

It disturbs me - when I fall into a kind of mediocre confusion

It uses its rhythm The impact of feelings

A night train was pulled out from the depths of my soul...

2008.3.7.

Hua Qiang: In this world

The harm this world brings to me comes from

My loneliness and sensitivity

My fear comes from this The deep love of the world

comes from what I hear

and the things I cannot see

Han Yan: Under the Starry Sky

You I couldn't help but raise my head

As if I was trying to find my origin in the vast dictionary of the starry sky

A star suddenly became as bright as a nail

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Nail you there vertically

Being named and illuminated like this

In the darkest moment

Being expelled like this Towards the boundless wilderness

Like a beggar, using your spurned palms

picking up the crumbs scattered by the stars

Everything that is thrown into the heart A ray of starlight

will grow into a chime stone as expected

--how you looked up

will crawl

Zhao Yadong went to the hospital Visiting an old friend

Duoyu: Mom, don’t be sad

It’s autumn, and mom

is busy harvesting.

On the phone

Asked me if I had found a job

I said no, I was still at home

I don’t know other than that

What else can be done

All jobs look a little shameful

All professions look like an accomplice

Mom, I can’t go back, so don’t be sad

I started to become enemies with others, so don’t be sad

I had a shameful experience, so don’t be sad

They beat me, scolded me, and made me swallow

The broken glass of the system, mother, don’t be sad

I saw the clown’s footsteps stepping on the corpse, don’t be sad

They are having a meeting with bad intentions, don’t be sad

I’m waiting in the wind for the person who brings charcoal to come

Don’t be sad, mom, I will leave here eventually

Don’t be sad, I am like a lost donkey

It took several years to remember to go home

Are you sad?

I know, they tore your colorful clothes

Hang the shame on the wall, you are sad

They broke my nose and made you sad I eat dirt

You are sad

Are you still sad? When I no longer look back

Mom, I no longer beg for mercy or mercy

I suffer, I love, I speak with the conscience you gave me

Speak, mom , are you happy?

I wrote so many words, are you

happy? I have written so many poems

I am so sad that you cannot read the Chinese characters

I will read this poem to you when you are free.

Listen

Just like back then, it was raining outside

You stopped from the loom

Ask me: Which lesson have you read?

I read the last lesson, Mom

I have graduated from that school.