Lori, He Xiuyu, Jiu Guo, Guo Wu, I left a note on the bright moon, Agatha Rain Pavilion.
(In no particular order, in order of receipt)
Twelve poems
new hand
Author Luo Li
It straightened its neck and its head trembled slightly.
Against the oblique light
The moon painted it with milky oil.
The width of the room
Xiuchan, because you have a foothold.
In the process of stretching, it takes off its bones and exposes its genitals.
Clean petals break the shame of the night.
I learned it and left myself. Disappeared in a light flight
About the author: Luo Li, a native of Hubei. Write poetry.
commemorate
Author Xie Hong
Tilted hips and toes are a little messy.
Squinting, cat-like side face
My calf will suddenly turn left.
Fall down. Gently scratched his right foot.
Write down trees and plants except chaos, crying, pride and joy.
May is lush. That's higher than the skin, different from the skin age spots.
Finally, it began to spread a little from the knuckles of the left hand.
Sitting in the sun at two o'clock in the afternoon
Sun Gu. The warmth dripped down inch by inch.
You said, flowers are flying in the spring city.
Your waist is twisted to break, how dangerously soft.
Now, I can finally concentrate on one thing.
Become your spot and carve it on your face.
Let me still be in turmoil and make you uneasy.
About the author: Xie Hong, a member of Hebei Writers Association. Published a collection of poems "Warm Dust", and the poems were selected as China's poems in 20 15, China's poems in 20 19 and China's poems in 20 19? Appreciation of poems, contemporary short poems 100, etc. His works are found in Poetry Magazine, Poetry Exploration, China Poetry, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Selected Magazine, Writer's Guide and other publications. Vice chairman of Baoding Writers Association and editor-in-chief of Direction magazine. View of Poetry: Poetry is the only process to pursue spiritual pleasure and realize a beautiful scene.
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Author He Xiu
1995, after the college entrance examination.
I'm embarrassed to wear a dress that can't get dirty.
Stand in front of the examiner
The examiner asked: Where are you from?
I replied: I belong to Wang Zhuangzi.
Actually, I should answer: Laoting.
Laoting is a county name, and Wang Zhuangzi is just a village.
But this small place occupies the whole sky.
It was the only word I could think of at that time.
Two examiners looked up at the same time, surprised.
I found it on a busy street.
A potato covered with mud and legs.
Thanks to them so far.
No subtle smile.
About the author: He Xiu, female, born in Bei Tang Mountain, Houhe, 70, is an English teacher in a university in Tangshan. Poetry is scattered in magazines such as Poetry Journal, Poetry Tide and Poetry Monthly. The research direction is poetry translation and evaluation.
To dear Vivian.
The author speaks English.
My home is opposite the lotus pond in August.
I'll wait for you in the middle of the lake and make a pot of green tea.
The water is boiling, and there you are.
Don't look back, carp will come.
Lotus boat-
Bring ripples.
The wind blows your cotton skirt,
I'll call you, too, little bell on my ankle
Time is wine and an antidote.
Don't bring anything else.
Take it if you want. Twelve years ago, we were together.
Picked roses—
I have thin wine and light songs.
You have a long love and are obsessed with it.
About the author: Yu Jiuying, whose real name is Ying Shi, is from Gu Lin, Sichuan. Write poems and publish them occasionally.
Several crimes
Author feng,
Sin is a past life, but it is the same as this life.
A poacher, a fish out of the net in the forest.
Need to confess to the neighbor's wall
Need to confess to the fish in the knife.
A man who has been chopping wood all his life.
Need to confess to the last wilderness
About the author: Formerly known as Feng Shumin, his pen names are Feng Cao Baoguo and Feng Lingzi. He is a member of Chinese Poetry Society, a member of Shaanxi Writers Association, and the chairman of Shangluo Young Writers Association. His works have been published in Poetry Tide, Yanhe, Northwest Military Literature, Yan 'an Literature, Green Wind, etc. Some of his poems have been selected into several anthologies such as China Poetry, 20 19 China New Poetry Ranking, Pentium Poetry Yearbook, etc. Published a collection of poems "Arrival" and "Three Thousand".
spirality
The author has no sense of self.
The red liquid in the glass.
Tremble, spread
The flame in the throat
Floating boat, constantly rocking.
Shadow room
On the balcony, flowers are bathed in night dew.
One drop, two drops.
A knife was cutting in the cold moonlight.
The silence of the glass
About the author: I live in Dalian now, without myself, with a poetic outlook, a simple description of life, and a persistence in life.
chrysanthemum
Author Zuo Anyue Ming
What the autumn wind can't take away.
Stay in the bleak world and crown yourself.
Chrysanthemum, make yourself a golden crown.
And the branches are soft, like a weak woman.
Frost is like salt, covering the whole body, it can't.
Shrink the fresh life and turn it black.
On the contrary, dance expresses freedom and enthusiasm.
Stretch each petal; And stamen Leng Yan.
The smell is so strong that butterflies are hard to get close to.
In the smoke, Kikuji smiled like a
A real hermit, holding a wine bottle and drinking.
Pure wine is not drunk.
I know, Zhu is drinking.
About the author: Chen Lan, pen name: Moon on the Left Bank. Enterprise management, settled in Hong Kong. Now he is a consultant of Qilu Poetry Magazine and a member of Hong Kong Pioneer Poetry Society. His works are scattered in Hong Kong newspapers such as Genre Poetry Magazine, Star Poetry Magazine, Changjiang Poetry Magazine, Chinese Style Poetry Magazine, Shandong Poetry Magazine, Anhui Poetry Magazine, Qilu Literature, Modern Poetry Aesthetics, Jiangsu Workers' Newspaper, Henan Legal Newspaper and China Culture Newspaper.
front cover
A brief description of the author
Some things can never be suppressed.
Like Ling Xiao.
Since it took root.
It never wanted to deviate from the sun.
I crawled around while pulling out branches and vines.
Climb as hard as you can when you touch something tall.
Until you let yourself fly in the air.
All the way, it is enchanting.
Destined not to be a hermit
It is better to admit the world and show an open heart.
Compared with cockroaches, these gorgeous little speakers.
More qualified to exist on the cover of The Book of Songs.
About the author: Jian Peijun, a native of Anhui Province. His works are found in Running, Writer's World, Writer's Weekly, New Poetry, Young Writers and other publications and anthologies.
Nightmare
Text/Hongmei
Should we arrest them all?
Those infatuations, infatuations
Night to night, air to air, dream to dream.
Wake up, it has your shape.
You must learn a stripping technique.
I swim my hand.
Like an expert who solves a cow, he criticizes and guides a big one.
Huihuihu
Victory is silent, even in the summer wind.
Everything is so calm.
The planetesimals covered the window.
I, touch it with my hand.
About the author: Hongmei, a high school teacher, writes after school and loves herself.
Sickle moon at four o'clock in the morning
Author Yang Xiangfang
At four in the morning, I always wake up.
It is said that the sickle moon is brighter than dawn at this time.
No matter whether there is how bright in the sky, it will still be bright.
Mother is used to getting up early.
She sharpened the sickle under the oil lamp again.
When the rice is ripe, it lies across the paddy field.
It is predicted that there will be heavy rain for several days.
Mom is in a hurry
Before dawn, my mother was carrying a burden.
The sharp sickle is gone.
Fall into the gold of her love.
Crazy, I buried a bunch of sickles.
Bury the sickle moon at four in the morning together.
About the author: Yang Xiangfang, female, from Hanchuan City, Hubei Province. Hobby reading and writing, freelance writer. Poetry is published occasionally. Feel the temperature, taste and color of words, and record the ups and downs of sharing life. A little girl who can't be sentimental. Dressed in plain clothes, drunk wandering in the branches, occasionally in a daze, stupid, since the enlightenment, introspection.
Popular mood
Author Agatha
Several crows passed by, leaving some unpleasant sounds.
Women's menstrual blood
Turn it off immediately in crying.
All intersections leading to the outside of the body
It's all tied up
Those ebb and flow days, behind a drop of dew, are expectations.
I mentioned a day in the morning.
About the author: Agatha lives in Beijing. I like writing and being alone.
dusk
Author rain pavilion
I'm on a bench in the park
Read the manuscript. The fragrance of gardenia
Cover the whole dusk
In its stamens, I saw the ant still sleeping.
At the moment, the sunset is heading for the mountain.
Everyone who passes by me is covered with the brilliance of the sun.
Hi! Where are you?
The cicada chirped, and I stood up from the stool.
See the vacancy, a plant.
From the crack
find
About the author: Yu Ting, whose real name is Guo Weijuan, 1967, is from Changshu, Jiangsu. He grew up drinking Youjiajing River, and now lives in the Three Peaks of Yushan. Research on amateur poetry in recent years. His works are scattered on the Internet and in paper magazines.