Are there any poets writing poems in the Summer Palace?

I don't know about the Summer Palace, but I know there is a Yuanmingyuan school of poetry. Yuanmingyuan Poetry School1984 In July, a group of young poets in Beijing established Yuanmingyuan Poetry Society and their own folk poetry publication Yuanmingyuan. The main members are Hei, Xuedi, Xing Tian, Liu, etc. Among them, Black Dachun, Snow Emperor, Daxian and Xingtian are called the four great talents of Yuanmingyuan. Yuanmingyuan school of poetry is doomed not to belong to the school that can establish its own aesthetics in the history of poetry.

Yuanmingyuan drunkard

Author: Black Dachun

I will never forget this year.

How I miss my mother who just died this year.

Every time I see the water ladle by the well, I can't help thinking of her gourd-like breasts.

Every time I walk home drunk with a big tree in my arms, I can't help thinking like this.

I must have held her arm tightly when I was a toddler.

Now that I have grown up, I am still stumbling on the road of life, and she will never come to my side again.

This year, whenever I wake up from a drunken dream,

I will never touch my numb head again.

It turned into a bronze clay pot.

It was held in the arms of an Asian peasant woman and ran to a deserted village.

My dream, which is gone forever, is the pattern on the pottery jar that is gradually worn out.

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This year, I often drink from midnight until dawn.

Often from holding the moon to drinking all the wine drops on the stars.

It's just that I look at the dried ginseng in the bottle.

It's like seeing my bones.

At that time, I will stretch out a thorn jujube without meat from my grave.

Pull the clothes of passers-by, talk to them about love and life and death.

At that time, I will drop the last tear from my eye socket to the bottom of the cup.

Because, I am convinced that I will always be in this dear land.

That vomit poem is like spitting a choking flower.

That drunk in spring.