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Chen Ruizhe
Sand Shadow Fires Heron
In the pond on the eastern of the bridge
The clouds were lightly bound to the bottom of the shore
The willow leaves are mingled with the reeds, and the flowers are dark.
And I
In the Liaotan of the western desert of the bridge
The water waves shatter my reflection
Let it be scattered in the ink hole
And then soak the play
In the transpiration of a little light
I see myself in the evening smoke
The sun is coming from far away
But I still gather like a cloud of smoke
It seems that I only allow myself to know myself
If my soul
Can't control my spirit
Then how could I have searched in vain
If it's Bai Yu
Can't control the light night
Then I'm not giving up.
Don't give up
From all that muck
To take out and scramble back
The hidden light
Wash them away
Take them back to the light gathering at the end of the peach forest
A shoal heron seeks
I bend my eyes and bow my head
For the promise I made when I left Taolin
Not allowing the river valley to silently hide the light
Even if it's late
Bring the cluster to black
Therefore,
I ignore the vastness of the silt
Return the light to the sunset
Including what I'm lining up
So
I'm like a shadow
Fallen leaf roll
I am silent
With the withered pedicle of morning-glory
Not in the loneliness of breaking spider silk
Still the time in the frost
I'm clear
Streaks in the melting snow
Through branch gap
My eyes
Wind around the wall
Scratch the snow off the tall tree
Sunsets cut by railings
Rubbishing the trace sequence on the corridor
I can see
Laughter crowded at the stone entrance
Trembles my silence
Hurrying feet brush away the snow
I'm in love with sparrows
But they talk to each other at the end of the high branch
I smile alone and remember
Wait until...
I see a pair of pupils
There is a different breath of the heart
He spied me in the holly branch
Extract Me
He rejoices
From the end of my dry handle
He reads
This is the letter that was cast yesterday autumn
Promise to store in winter
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
Author: Chen Ruizhe
Address: Team 1, Baicun, Sanquan Town, Xinjiang County, Yuncheng City, Shanxi Provinc
Postcode: 043100
Email:
chen_20081018@qq.com
In the pond on the eastern of the bridge
The clouds were lightly bound to the bottom of the shore
The willow leaves are mingled with the reeds, and the flowers are dark.
And I
In the Liaotan of the western desert of the bridge
The water waves shatter my reflection
Let it be scattered in the ink hole
And then soak the play
In the transpiration of a little light
I see myself in the evening smoke
The sun is coming from far away
But I still gather like a cloud of smoke
It seems that I only allow myself to know myself
If my soul
Can't control my spirit
Then how could I have searched in vain
If it's Bai Yu
Can't control the light night
Then I'm not giving up.
Don't give up
From all that muck
To take out and scramble back
The hidden light
Wash them away
Take them back to the light gathering at the end of the peach forest
A shoal heron seeks
I bend my eyes and bow my head
For the promise I made when I left Taolin
Not allowing the river valley to silently hide the light
Even if it's late
Bring the cluster to black
Therefore,
I ignore the vastness of the silt
Return the light to the sunset
Including what I'm lining up
So
I'm like a shadow
Fallen leaf roll
I am silent
With the withered pedicle of morning-glory
Not in the loneliness of breaking spider silk
Still the time in the frost
I'm clear
Streaks in the melting snow
Through branch gap
My eyes
Wind around the wall
Scratch the snow off the tall tree
Sunsets cut by railings
Rubbishing the trace sequence on the corridor
I can see
Laughter crowded at the stone entrance
Trembles my silence
Hurrying feet brush away the snow
I'm in love with sparrows
But they talk to each other at the end of the high branch
I smile alone and remember
Wait until...
I see a pair of pupils
There is a different breath of the heart
He spied me in the holly branch
Extract Me
He rejoices
From the end of my dry handle
He reads
This is the letter that was cast yesterday autumn
Promise to store in winter
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
Author: Chen Ruizhe
Address: Team 1, Baicun, Sanquan Town, Xinjiang County, Yuncheng City, Shanxi Provinc
Postcode: 043100
Email:
chen_20081018@qq.com
