Chen Ruizhe
It's autumn
The earthen eaves dripped into the courtyard
I put my hand into the stack of wheat under the eaves
Summer's temperature gives me
The autumn temperature gives them
A bird's head is heavy with rain.
In exchange for summer's tail feathers
Massachusetts climbing eaves to find
The wind blows the wheat grain
I hold an umbrella through the rain
Go to see the pomegranate willow is muddy and soft and grass is fine
Cross the lane to rest
I hold more water dripping from the skirt of my coat, and I wash my shoes with ripples
I think the moisture in the hem
Rain like a wall
When I sat down
The sky is clear and the water is obedient
Sparkling Sophora japonica leaves
Like the sleeves I changed
White Dish
Wei Tang
After I left
Who peeled your dream again
The sound of frogs in the silent wild pond yesterday
I watched your gibberish from the highlands
They were cruising along the shore
Before I came here
Who broke you into a dream again
Even if the willows grow to call you
Even if the sunset dyes your eyes with crimson
You don't even speak.
You didn't even shake it
I'll let the skirt of your coat brush your beard
Come and let Wei Yu kiss my sleeve clothes
I traveled thousands of miles to meet you
You are the breath beyond my sight
Across the long bridge to my ears
River cloud
In your dreams veiled by reeds
I'm not crouching at the bottom of the river
I didn't choose to go deep into the darkness of the mud
Is it abandoned by the spring
I floated through the silence
Become water vapor in a thousand miles of space
In your dreams, I took away the traces of the wrong
You take the countryside and put it on the beach
The withered grass sank under its weight
You plant green lotus in the mire
Take off the water skirt bit by bit
The flowers fell on the dry ground
Those skirts of yours are strewn with dead leaves
Use it to polish mud snails
Those bands of yours are wrapped in cicadas' shells
With which to weave the algal tree
The sediment became silt
If I go back to being a white cloud in the river
I won't get dirty
But I can't stop curling up
Chen Ruizhe, pseudonym Su Yun, 16 years old, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a young poet, works scattered in Chinese and foreign newspapers.
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