The sound of fallen leaves struggling in the wind
Just like the mourning of the years.
Under the damp and dark fence
I hold the stars in Sanskrit.
The bell is worn out, like a traveler's gibberish.
On the earthly wasteland
As if to vomit the turmoil and panic of life.
And I can only put my hands together and hold the light in my heart.
Now, I am more like a person waiting to be saved.
A sea or a river passes overhead.
What I swallowed was obviously not water, not mud.
Is it a low twilight or a rolling world of mortals?
Heap empty thoughts in the corner.
Once again, let bleak bind poetry and distance.
Or quietly pray for a snow.
Bury this dazzling yellow and melancholy together
At this time, I am like a teenager with a lot on my mind.
Walk through the misty self and forget.
Lonely wilderness or cold dusk
In the solemn and melancholy eyes of the Buddha, there was silence as before.
run away
At this point, the man was covered with dust.
Stand on the edge of noise
He seems to call grasslands, deserts, geese or frogs.
Forgotten on the way here
He tried to rekindle the bonfire inside.
Or plant the seeds of hope.
Then, sit quietly in the middle of the desert.
Start waiting patiently.
He clenched his hands piously, as if holding them.
A feeble prayer
He stood up from a clearing.
Wait and see or agree, the time shattered by life
He is more like an abandoned soldier.
Walk unscrupulously on the cliff of the world
He unloaded his heavy armor.
Lay a storm in the empty nest of the body
A crow cut through the cold air.
Follow him closely.
In front of an abandoned dry well
Tell him everything he didn't say.
Walking grave
At this time, you are more like a sacred snow mountain.
With the long-accumulated coldness and tenacity.
And aloof, and Enemy at the Gates's battle.
Suppress the sparks in the world
I'm sure your body is covered with stones.
Or hiding a dazzling edge.
You stand on a steep slope that you built yourself.
Look down on the whole life coldly.
You take the dying sun.
Tear the endless wilderness again.
You have a bloody knife and axe.
Greedy to dig up the cause of the collapse.
In a strange jungle, an erratic lamp
Gradually extinguish
There is also a horn that looks like a cow's temper.
on the way ...
And I, sitting in the middle of a grain of rice.
Dismount the rugged past at a loss.
Or a sinking crane
Look at it silently, a walking grave.
desert
Dormant in the cracks of the world for a long time,
Forget the noise, forget the distress, forget the dusk, forget the dawn.
Forget the broken mountains and rivers.
I used to support it with deep words.
Please don't mention the tip that slipped from my fingertips.
My heart is a wasteland.
Don't tell me the source of this river again.
I can't save the withered branches.
Please don't pick up my lost edge.
The city lurking in my soul has collapsed.
Don't ask me about Golden Horse and Beacon Tower.
The salt on my wound is faintly visible.
Perhaps, the forbearing eyes are hidden under the bodhi tree.
Or the hand of the blue light.
However, there are countless sheep in my memory.
I can only practice myself in the long night.
Please don't pick me up again and again.
My figure is ahead of mine.
Buried in the last desert downtown.
Become a part of the desert
Editor's comment:
The first "Jingyu Cup" National Poetry and Calligraphy Grand Prix in Rizhao was hosted by the Sleeping Buddha Temple in Ayeshan, Shandong Province, such as the Grand Prix hosted by the editorial department of Yunshiyuan. The theme is mainly to describe the scenery of the reclining Buddha Temple in Aye Mountain and the compassionate spirit of Buddhism, and to write calligraphy couplets reflecting the positive energy of the world, Chinese paintings, poems, essays and novels related to Buddhism, so as to inspire wisdom, help the people and promote Buddhism! Thank you for your contribution. No separate comments will be written during the contest. After the call for papers, professional judges will be invited to make a fair and just judgment on the award. Only the contribution will take the quality. I wish you good results in this competition! Please look forward to the results of the contest! Say hello to the poet and recommend reading.