And Jiuzhaigou Poetry.
Text/Wang Jiucheng (male, 1970, born in Laiyang, Shandong Province in July. Poetry and prose were published from 65438 to 0989. 1994 published a collection of prose poems, wishing you every year. Now he is the editor of a magazine in Xi 'an)
1. On the way to Jiuzhai
The thin road took over my gradually light body.
Keep going up. Hold it with Xuefeng's hand.
Cloud belt, looking down with the eyes of the sky.
Path overlap
The water in the Minjiang River has never stopped.
Distant destinations are rushing.
Stay away from your heart, stay away.
Colorful and pure Haizi
The girl whose face is dyed red by the sun bears it.
Crystal in stone, or
There is no mysterious spell to turn on the light. welcome
Touching every visitor.
Deep Tibetan songs echoed in my ears.
Thin oxygen is enough to breathe.
The eagle's circling and pecking formed the pattern of clouds.
More and more colorful
The sun stopped violently.
Yaks can easily find it.
Poor cordyceps sinensis
Gently cough and cut the heart and lungs.
Just a piece of soil will do.
A house built of wood
The rice in the distance is slowly adapting.
Hypoxia hardness
On this road leading to Jiuzhai
I arrived at a place.
Many people spend their lives.
Can't reach the height.
2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter
When the snow on the roadside warms the eyes
I heard the sound of running water.
The call of the Millennium
Step by step to the deep heart.
The road is more curved.
The mountain peak is coming towards me.
Enter the hinterland from the height of hypoxia
From modern to primitive, instantly.
I forgot I existed.
A bonfire near night
Tiaoqiade wild pot restaurant
Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart.
Where there is dance, there is dancing soul.
Can the falling waterfall wake up?
Phoenix is resting in the water.
Transparent wind can dance.
The sleeping dragon on the summit
In this fairy tale world,
I saw the old village.
In that old village.
I lost a Tibetan knife.
3. Jiuzhai belongs to the visiting Tibetans.
See the matriarchal eagle in the distance
Wandering at the top of the sunset
Multicolored prayer flags
Telling the piety of the wind
The holy mountain shines with the light of youth.
The roadside is full of prone figures.
The suffering of blood
Hidden in the desolate countryside
Snow-white hada handed it out
Auspicious greetings
The collector's pride is waiting
Boiled butter tea
The stove burned the girl's face red.
Highland barley wine plays around the world.
Jump into my ordinary heart
The legend of polyandry
Pull my aching nerves.
Chanting above my head
Purified my dusty journey
Return from the magical paradise
From fairy tales to modesty.
I call people here brothers and sisters.
The picture here is more like my dream.
4. Walking in Jiuzhaigou in late autumn
In this water warmed by the sky and flames
Blue water reflects the crown of snow and ice.
He yun de Hua fu
Transparent fish grew up in thousands of folk songs.
The Tibetan Dao I carried with me has been lost for a long time.
Dim the light day by day.
The fire of red leaves lit up the autumn in Jiuzhaigou.
The flowing frost poem is waiting.
Familiar footsteps knocked on the door of heaven.
The wind, there is a distant pious prayer.
There are Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags.
Wash away the dust scattered in the soul
Water flow guided by the angle.
Walking between the stone and the sky
Clear message
A ray of clear Buddha light opens life.
Dance inspired by bonfire
Primitive restlessness welled up in his bones.
Countless birds' wings beat their dreams.
White swans confuse water waves.
Silver music is full of youthful wisdom.
Walking in Jiuzhaigou in late autumn
All living things will
Cleaner than when I came.
Personal Profile: Poems by Wang Jiucheng and Jiuzhaigou.
Text/Wang Jiucheng
1. On the way to Jiuzhai
The thin road took over my gradually light body.
Keep going up. Hold it with Xuefeng's hand.
Cloud belt, looking down with the eyes of the sky.
Path overlap
The water in the Minjiang River has never stopped.
Distant destinations are rushing.
Stay away from your heart, stay away.
Colorful and pure Haizi
The girl whose face is dyed red by the sun bears it.
Crystal in stone, or
There is no mysterious spell to turn on the light. welcome
Touching every visitor.
Deep Tibetan songs echoed in my ears.
Thin oxygen is enough to breathe.
The eagle's circling and pecking formed the pattern of clouds.
More and more colorful
The sun stopped violently.
Yaks can easily find it.
Poor cordyceps sinensis
Gently cough and cut the heart and lungs.
Just a piece of soil will do.
A house built of wood
The rice in the distance is slowly adapting.
Hypoxia hardness
On this road leading to Jiuzhai
I arrived at a place.
Many people spend their lives.
Can't reach the height.
2. Jiuzhai in the dead of winter
When the snow on the roadside warms the eyes
I heard the sound of running water.
The call of the Millennium
Step by step to the deep heart.
The road is more curved.
The mountain peak is coming towards me.
Enter the hinterland from the height of hypoxia
From modern to primitive, instantly.
I forgot I existed.
A bonfire near night
Tiaoqiade wild pot restaurant
Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart.
Where there is dance, there is dancing soul.
Can the falling waterfall wake up?
Phoenix is resting in the water.
Transparent wind can dance.
The sleeping dragon on the summit
In this fairy tale world,
I saw the old village.
In that old village.
I lost a Tibetan knife.
3. Jiuzhai belongs to the visiting Tibetans.
See the matriarchal eagle in the distance
Wandering at the top of the sunset
Multicolored prayer flags
Telling the piety of the wind
The holy mountain shines with the light of youth.
The roadside is full of prone figures.
The suffering of blood
Hidden in the desolate countryside
Snow-white hada handed it out
Auspicious greetings
The collector's pride is waiting
Boiled butter tea
The stove burned the girl's face red.
Highland barley wine plays around the world.
Jump into my ordinary heart
The legend of polyandry
Pull my aching nerves.
Chanting above my head
Purified my dusty journey
Return from the magical paradise
From fairy tales to modesty.
I call people here brothers and sisters.
The picture here is more like my dream.
4. Walking in Jiuzhaigou in late autumn
In this water warmed by the sky and flames
Blue water reflects the crown of snow and ice.
He yun de Hua fu
Transparent fish grew up in thousands of folk songs.
The Tibetan Dao I carried with me has been lost for a long time.
Dim the light day by day.
The fire of red leaves lit up the autumn in Jiuzhaigou.
The flowing frost poem is waiting.
Familiar footsteps knocked on the door of heaven.
The wind, there is a distant pious prayer.
There are Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags.
Wash away the dust scattered in the soul
Water flow guided by the angle.
Walking between the stone and the sky
Clear message
A ray of clear Buddha light opens life.
Dance inspired by bonfire
Primitive restlessness welled up in his bones.
Countless birds' wings beat their dreams.
White swans confuse water waves.
Silver music is full of youthful wisdom.
Walking in Jiuzhaigou in late autumn
All living things will
Cleaner than when I came.