New poetry highland
Author: Luo? Wang Xianghua? Where's Li? Fu Liping Tian Fuchun? Fan Jianhua? Where's wool? Ask Qu? Ye Chen
Gluttony pattern [gluttonous head on ancient bronze wares]
Luo (Tianjin)
At first, I just thought it was beautiful
It can't have anything to do with its origin, it is engraved.
Incense burner that I often use to appreciate.
Take it as a protector and glare.
In fact, it adds a unique spirituality to the living room.
Start with a wick of incense.
Close the distance with my life.
Once, I rubbed its texture and suddenly felt
Have the same temperament as me
Fang Zhengzhi gas double eyelid, stubborn temper.
The difference is that we
Born twice, for his life experience.
Keep suspense, and my emotions.
When it fluctuates, it wakes up or turns around with a strange expression.
About the author: Luo, pen name, member of Tianjin Writers Association and member of Chinese Poetry Society. His works are scattered in Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Tide, Poetry Forest, China Poets, Tianjin Literature, Writers' World, Liaohe River, Yalu River, Qinghai Lake and many other newspapers.
edges and corners
Wang Xianghua (Shandong)
Put it away and be polished by life after middle age.
Keep it in your heart, just stick to it.
Justice and hardness, corresponding to their good and evil sides, are sometimes like arrows.
In the dark, I was shot many times.
A few dark clouds that may hinder the dawn.
That's not it.
Reasons for stopping growth again
It is sometimes soft, bent and turned inward.
Sting yourself or warning?
Treat all unequal things as normal.
-and over the years, I have also reflected many times.
It has become a habit since enlightenment.
Become your other shore and degenerate into wings flying over the sea.
About the author: Wang Xianghua, whose pen name is pure as a cloud, is a member of Shandong Writers Association. Poetry has been published in more than 300 domestic and foreign journals, such as Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems Magazine, Star, Yangtze Poetry Magazine, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Tide, Poetry Forest, Green Wind and China Poetry. He won the National Top Ten New Poets Award in the 7th China Poetry Spring Festival Evening and published two personal poems. President of "New Poetry Highland" Poetry Society.
People by the well
Li (Chongqing)
The wind in September is very wide, like two open doors of imagination.
A few chairs at home
Reliable signals are also wide.
At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival is hung on the calendar.
Trying to get the name of a village
The background color of the whole wall.
And our relationship with our hometown
I can't bear to use it anymore. After drawing water from the well,
Splash some moss to water the well.
I am not a man.
There is a round well where people can sit and look up at the courtyard.
About the author: Li, a pen name, is from Chongqing. Executive editor of New Poetry Heights. Some of his poems have been published in paper magazines and online media such as Young Writers, Yalu River, Campus Literature, Qinghai Lake, Chinese Literature, Yingkou Daily and Nanhu Evening News.
Mother's mirror
Fu Liping (Yunnan)
As soon as I looked down, I saw my long pendant earrings
Hanging clouds
Into tiny ripples.
Linglin Lake is full of water;
It rained three times in a row, and it was clear again.
It seems to run through everything. Like youth
Come back again
More importantly, my mother tried her best to use it to create.
More colors
Plant tomatoes, potatoes and eggplant in the surrounding fields.
Travel day and night. Use the light it emits.
Live according to life.
About the author: Fu Liping, Yi nationality, pen name Yunmudie. People from Honghe Prefecture, Yunnan Province. His works are found in Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems Magazine, People's Daily, Poetry Monthly, Liaohe, Qinghai Lake, Yalu River and Writers' World. Editor-in-chief of New Poetry Highland magazine.
Afternoon sun
Tian Fuchun (Hebei)
Afternoon sun
Ignite the heat wave that overturns the city
Wind also has temperature.
Crickets are hiding in the corner and singing.
The stray dog stuck out its tongue.
In the office building, people are arguing.
The temperature of the air conditioner should not be lower than 26 degrees.
Under the green forest, the skirt can't be shorter.
Pu Fan can't grow any longer.
Idle people wait for the wind.
Curse the climate warming loudly.
A building is about to be completed
The high hanging basket swayed in the hot air.
Migrant workers glance at the shade they planted.
Lick the chapped lips.
Wipe off a sweat
Start painting the green curtain wall of high-rise buildings.
About the author: Tian Fuchun, whose pen name is Forever Heart, is from Qianxi County, Hebei Province. He is a member of Hebei Prose Society and Tangshan Writers Association, and the executive editor of New Poetry Highland. Prose, poetry and novels are distributed in dozens of newspapers such as Contemporary People, Prose Style, Huaxi, Selected Poems, Liaohe, Qinghai Lake and Yalu River. Some poems were selected into the annual poetry magazines such as Wildfire Poetry Magazine and White Peacock Poetry Magazine.
Old color scene
Fan Jianhua (Anhui)
Here, my thoughts are condensed in the wind.
A distant call comes from the depths of the years.
At the right moment, I fell into the imprint of the green flag.
The past temperature has not dissipated.
The horse head wall looked around again and again.
People who escape from the yellowing story and turn back.
The memory of the return was frozen by some old things.
Ploughshare, windmill, bamboo hat, mother lamp
Reclining in ancient times
A topic that has been shelved for a long time.
Throw it into the pool, float up and sink.
A bouquet of sunset glow, spanning the ages and vicissitudes.
Sitting on a pile of past events.
About the author: Fan Jianhua, a native of Huangshan, Anhui. His works are found in Selected Poems, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Exploration, China Poets, Yalu River, Liaohe River, Qinghai Lake, Running and other publications and selected poems. He is currently the vice president of Xinshi Highland.
Yangtze levee
Mao (Jiangsu)
The village is still humming gently.
In the soil interwoven with dam trees and wheat fields
A road was widened and built without bumps.
And the turbulence of the river and the joy of early summer
The sound of washing the ferry. The village is not far away.
Just a love trip.
Lost water is lonely. Take a sip of the sun and spread it.
Where crops are eager to grow high under the embankment.
I took a look at the ancient ferry at the head of the village.
Some kind of heartbeat, illuminated by water and light.
There is no need to confront each other on the levee for a long time.
The dust of time is beautiful and forbearing.
When the car was driving, the boat beat against the coast.
The west wind of the ancient road flows through the north and south.
Stepping on the hooves of distant mountains.
Dams are lush and people walk through villages and rivers.
The noisy heart dreamed of China's New Year.
In the name of pride, chase the embankment for thousands of miles.
About the author: Mao, male, Han nationality. I love poetry after middle age, and my works are scattered in Yang Zijiang Poetry Magazine, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Tide, Shilin and Shandong Literature.
Old people in remote villages
Wen Qu (Jiangsu)
It's not light yet.
I am busy in the field.
The rice has headed.
He is still cautious.
Pull out barnyard grass competing for nutrients
Just after the Spring Festival, the primary school in the east of the village.
Be incorporated into a town
The village is like a high-speed rail that stalled halfway.
All the roar, passion and speed
Stop on the track
When night comes, the lights in three or two places
Tremble in the dark
Every time I see lonely smoke.
Floating from the village east to the village west, he hugged.
I planted it myself when I was a child.
That poplar tree
Light a cigarette and run to the field.
Those mounds overgrown with weeds
Talking is full of time
About the author: The original famous song was born in Fengxian County, Jiangsu Province. Editor-in-chief of Central Plains Literature and Calligraphy Art, editor-in-chief of Ci Fu and Calligraphy Art, and vice president of China Times Yunnan Branch. Some of his poems have been published in Today's Writers, Contemporary Writers, Legends of Ancient and Modern Times, Wind in Bohai Sea, Qilu Literature, Central Plains Literature, Pengcheng Evening News and Poetry Magazine. Poetry view: writing poetry is a kind of happiness in tears.
isolated island
Yang Xiaohong (Jiangsu)
Surrounded by water
A vertical beam was erected between Tianshui.
Support the radius of the sky. But also for the sake of
Tender feelings plant strength in the bones.
Look at the sun, stars and moon once a day.
Looking forward to tired boats and injured birds.
Live in my green land, Woods and harbor.
Come on, you just need the courage to take a deep breath.
Between us, it is just
A drop of water, distance
About the author: Yang Xiaohong, a native of Lishui District, Nanjing, is a member of Jiangsu Writers Association. His works are found in Star, Changjiang Poetry Magazine, Youth, Qinghai Lake, Liaohe River, Prose Poetry World, Jinshan, Writers World, Yangzi Evening News and other newspapers and magazines. He is the author of the collection of poems "The Season of Wind Kissing", and his novels and poems have won many awards.
A pair of old shoes
Ye Chen (Sichuan)
An old pair of shoes stood on the foot of the wall.
It thought it had finally found the smoothest road.
But the shoelaces were tied by themselves.
These shoes are like two boats.
Lost sails and oars
Look empty and can't move.
Mom said the shoes were too old and should be thrown away.
Father said that the farm work in the field exhausted it.
Let it chew the taste of food, too.
Look at these old shoes. They look more and more alike.
Two withered tears.
About the author: Kerwin Chen, formerly known as Kerwin Chen, is a member of China Prose Poetry Society, Sichuan Poetry Society, Sichuan Prose Society and Chengdu Writers Association. His poems, essays and prose poems are scattered in selected essays, Poetry Magazine, Star, China Cifu, Young Writers, People's Liberation Army Daily, Excalibur, China Village, Sichuan Daily, Changjiang Poetry Magazine and other newspapers, and he has won many national, provincial and municipal awards. There are poems such as "Folding Feelings in Half". The author is currently working in Dujiangyan Media Center, Sichuan Province.