He Sheng
Lotus early fish clock, algae pale duckweed Sheng.
The high wings of the herons overshoot the sound; The trees in the east sink thin, and the sun is not empty.
The blue surface of the bird stands a railing light; The three strings slant in the pavilion.
Huai-colored royal scallions.
Sparrow
A walnut-tree with fields and canals
This morning
That's where my wife was buried.
Winter brought it
Her tortured, twisted life
Do your best in spring
Restore everything of yesterday's year
That's it
I sink into the memory first
From the end of the sycamore flower
From the rupture of the lapis lazuli
From the fall of the walnut
Her illness
Pretending to kiss her body
Break through her soul
And get drunk.
I struggle in my memory
Pack happiness and pain
And buried under a walnut tree
Stem pheasant
McGowan Yu Yi, leaves tall grass sparse.
Looking down the rut eastward period, Zhi medicine Berlin after the rain breath.
The coat is wet and the crown is bright, and the flower is yellow, and the slope of the slanting bridge is deposited.
Lonely Tree Prayers in Spring
It's like I'm praying
From the bottom of the prayer gully comes a song
It's like I think about the song
Thinking about the tune that's been brewing all winter
Elute through Tian Ao into symbols
Divinely dyed topography
Forming cyanobacteria that flow into the human world
Seeking a loving embrace
Finally spread out as a branch grass on the ridge
I prayed and prayed
Until the setting sun swirls around
I look at the bud horn of my fingertips
This is flawless but small
With annual rings and withered wrinkles light clothes
Exclaims
Youth, the fairest plea of men
Author bio:
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
Email:
chen_20081018@qq.com
Lotus early fish clock, algae pale duckweed Sheng.
The high wings of the herons overshoot the sound; The trees in the east sink thin, and the sun is not empty.
The blue surface of the bird stands a railing light; The three strings slant in the pavilion.
Huai-colored royal scallions.
Sparrow
A walnut-tree with fields and canals
This morning
That's where my wife was buried.
Winter brought it
Her tortured, twisted life
Do your best in spring
Restore everything of yesterday's year
That's it
I sink into the memory first
From the end of the sycamore flower
From the rupture of the lapis lazuli
From the fall of the walnut
Her illness
Pretending to kiss her body
Break through her soul
And get drunk.
I struggle in my memory
Pack happiness and pain
And buried under a walnut tree
Stem pheasant
McGowan Yu Yi, leaves tall grass sparse.
Looking down the rut eastward period, Zhi medicine Berlin after the rain breath.
The coat is wet and the crown is bright, and the flower is yellow, and the slope of the slanting bridge is deposited.
Lonely Tree Prayers in Spring
It's like I'm praying
From the bottom of the prayer gully comes a song
It's like I think about the song
Thinking about the tune that's been brewing all winter
Elute through Tian Ao into symbols
Divinely dyed topography
Forming cyanobacteria that flow into the human world
Seeking a loving embrace
Finally spread out as a branch grass on the ridge
I prayed and prayed
Until the setting sun swirls around
I look at the bud horn of my fingertips
This is flawless but small
With annual rings and withered wrinkles light clothes
Exclaims
Youth, the fairest plea of men
Author bio:
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
Email:
chen_20081018@qq.com
