Chen Ruizhe Window cloud
Why have a mirror to urge speech Dao Chuang Hongpian I'll get up Find the empty latitude alignment time See Triangular Door Frame Reflecting one side of the cloud I don't know where to thread it Where the thin cotton is connected But what you seem to be hiding is smoke From the battle of Nancheng through the ages After all, it will not be empty talk Wall cannon muzzle grindstone falling flame The footsteps of the offspring are continuous They all read Chuanwen Look up at the sky and see the horse flash Meng Perzhe
Maybe you climbed out of the deep rock of the past Eyes covered with amber Look at the sky without clouds Look at the land with many ravines Look, we're all thin. Maybe you got up at the end of your life Looking back, the mouth of the abyss is tortuous Remember how strong I am Step forward into the village See the red light of Mars falling A stone mill rolled into a ditch And the sheep house embedded in the willow forest All scattered into a mist It's not as clear as the spiritual silk on you Maybe you don't know the silk on the red light Carving on a stone mill Poetry in the Sheep House It's not a story about you. Meng Perzhe Maybe you climbed out of the deep rock of the past Eyes covered with amber Look at the sky without clouds Look at the land with many ravines Look, we're all thin. Maybe you got up at the end of your life Looking back, the mouth of the abyss is tortuous Remember how strong I am Step forward into the village See the red light of Mars falling A stone mill rolled into a ditch And the sheep house embedded in the willow forest All scattered into a mist It's not as clear as the spiritual silk on you Maybe you don't know the silk on the red light Carving on a stone mill Poetry in the Sheep House It's not a story about you. Meng Perzhe Maybe you climbed out of the deep rock of the past Eyes covered with amber Look at the sky without clouds Look at the land with many ravines Look, we're all thin. Maybe you got up at the end of your life Looking back, the mouth of the abyss is tortuous Remember how strong I am Step forward into the village See the red light of Mars falling A stone mill rolled into a ditch And the sheep house embedded in the willow forest All scattered into a mist It's not as clear as the spiritual silk on you Maybe you don't know the silk on the red light Carving on a stone mill Poetry in the Sheep House It's not a story about you. Dove branch At dusk I break my branches; I turn my head to return late. It is not easy to send a feather to a stone; When it floats thin, the shadows and halos weave. I carry a secret speech. Su Yun, Whose real name is Chen Ruizhe, he is a 16-year-old poet. He is the member of the Chinese Poetry Society. His works have been published in more than ten countries, including the poetry collections "Spreading All Things" and "Wise Language Philosophy" in China, and the poetry collection "WITH ECSTASY OF MUSING IN TRANQUILITY" in India. He won the 2024 Guido Gozzano Apple Orchard Award in Italy. |
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