Xue Ying, formerly known as Zhang Xiuming, was born in 1990, a poet and calligrapher. Studying at Yangzhou University, member of China Young Poets Association. I started writing poetry in 2007, and I have been fascinated since then. He won many awards and was named a new poet after 90.
Chinese name: Xue Ying
Nationality: China.
Occupation: poet, calligrapher, member of China Young Poets Association.
Graduate school: Yangzhou University
Main achievements: he was named a new poet after 1990s.
Masterpiece: The first issue of China's contemporary poetry of thousands of people.
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Xue Ying, formerly known as Zhang Xiuming, was born in 1990. She first studied at Yangzhou University and is a member of China Young Poets Association. I started writing poetry in 2007, and I have been fascinated since then. The first issue of "China Contemporary Poems of a Thousand People" won many awards and was rated as a new poet after 1990s.
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Miss, how can you be happy?
This is a night without brandy.
And China's No Tobacco Day.
I looked around in the gap of time.
illusion
Left front suit and right back skirt
Are you waiting for a direction with my eyes?
Suddenly missed the kite flight.
Qian Shan-the test of arduous journey
Exchanges between Greater sea and the sky.
The wind has passed through the waves without a trace.
The same pattern is painted on the palm of your hand.
Go on the road with you
My footprints grow with a smile.
About the good times
Let's pick a beam of sunshine.
To those days of gathering and parting.
We, they
At this moment
Miss weiyang
A hundred years of loneliness (group poems)
( 1)
Dusk time
My smile is a relic.
In the staring eyes
Who is still behind the memory?
Explain its past glory.
(2)
Follow the trajectory of the second hand
Twelve-hour life cycle
Flowers bloom and fall.
When someone leaves,
The pointer didn't stop turning.
therefore
Look at the flowers with your eyes open
Then run with the second hand.
Finally, I smiled and watched the flowers fade slowly.
(3)
The cold at night
The heat withered my limbs.
Sitting alone in the house
I use silence to cover up the depth of my thoughts.
Facing the manuscript paper
My staring eyes
Waiting for the sanctity of anything else.
Facing the boundless darkness in front of us
This thing is just a luxury.
Eternal sun, moon and flowers.
Will be affected by the passage of time
All that remains is memories.
Between sparse fingerprints
And my scattered footprints
Who is calling for a rainy life?
Close your eyes and wait for the sun to rise again.
And then use a century of light
Suppressed my loneliness for a hundred years
(4)
Cicada cutting
At the moment, maybe it's the summer wind.
Blowing has messed up my mind.
All those years with you.
inch by inch
Has become eternal in my memory.
(5)
Summer evening
The wind broke my mind.
Silent footsteps
The invisible end
Right in front of that stranger
Tears drowned the waiting.
Who forgot yesterday?
Who said that?
Because I love you.
So this is doomed.
Will be lonely for a hundred years
Missing poem
Smiling face
Drift to foggy and rainy spring.
When the flowers don't bloom.
Whose footsteps attracted butterflies?
perhaps ......
Maybe that's because
Missing flows everywhere in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
(2)
The grass has withered.
The grass has turned green again.
How many ideas
Brought here by the wind.
Bear alone
An emotion that can't be unloaded for a lifetime.
Lian Shang hong Lou
Open the window, there is little wind.
The world is quiet.
Missing is like a glass of wine.
Drunk my dream last night.
Fall in love from now on
Millennium love poem red chamber
I like reading every sentence carefully.
Because there.
There is a complete you.