Liu Zhanqiu (1935-) is a contemporary poet. People from Wuhu City, Anhui Province. In middle school, he published poems in Progressive Youth magazine. From the late 1950s to the early 1960s, he published poems, essays, reviews, novels and reportage works in newspapers and periodicals. 1979 Join the Chinese Writers Association. His published works include Poems of Prose Written on Early Spring Stationery (1979, Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House), Warm Feeling Collection (198 1, Huacheng Publishing House), Poems of Translation and Selected Lyrics of Ye Saining (1988). Now he is the deputy editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine.
Understanding is silent and warm.
Understanding is silent and warm.
Give each other an apple smile.
Dawn in early spring
Melting snow quietly, respecting the freedom of every tree.
Open its own flowers.
Uniform color, shell
And the sweet and sour taste of fruit, if dissolved in the air.
Breathe for each of us.
Being forgiven is a kind of happiness.
Forgiveness is also a kind of happiness
Never experienced such soft sunshine.
Never experienced such soft sunshine.
Like a falling feather
Like a touch of love
Autumn is surprisingly quiet.
Apples are mysteriously frosted and have never experienced such soft sunshine.
Like a ship untied.
Like a rolling wool ball
The west wind blew the blue Yun Fan.
Maple leaves are secretly watching you, perhaps, pursuing wider than autumn.
Maybe happiness will come unexpectedly.
Nature, whenever your beauty is aroused.
There are 1000 harmonious voices in my head.
Your eyes are burning.
Your eyes are burning.
Like a fiery nebula.
Like a magnet that can make a sound.
This is a wonderful impulse.
Give off a blue luster.
I long for a violent collision, but I am still a deep lake.
Cold and calm
The chill from the bottom of the water
Any enthusiasm will be cold.
Then, your eyes dimmed.
Lost the power of flowering, when life enters withering.
Memory is like an immortal root.
There is no need to pursue it.
But I understand the abomination of emotional imprisonment.
Kissing is a miracle created by God.
Kissing is a miracle created by God.
No explanation or translation is needed.
The language of love is the oldest and the youngest.
Love words are the most implicit and direct.
It's so gentle
It's so powerful.
It is as charming and rotten as a spring flower.
Like lightning and thunder in summer.
Sometimes it is magnificent, sometimes it is trivial.
But more is ordinary and pure information.
When that moment happens to you
The mind will suddenly feel sublimated and pure.
Ah, life has eliminated one rule after another.
But we can't abandon this most primitive truth
Silence is a water lily.
Silence is a water lily.
Facing the summer sunshine
It's a fallen leaf in the deep mountains.
Fall into a bottomless abyss
It's always on the noisy bottom of the sea.
People swimming in deep blue.
That's a sad girl's face.
Flash in front of the closed window
This is a yellow photo.
It is the stubborn and loving eyes of the stars.
It is in the enthusiastic progress of the band.
A sudden pause
Ah, silence, I love you sometimes.
You are a stronger voice.
You are a silent life.
When you enter the spring of life
When you enter the spring of life
Your world begins to brighten up.
It's like a cobblestone stream.
Blow the bamboo flute and ring the bell of wild flowers.
Chasing a fast-flowing river
The confusion and naivety of childhood
It is no longer a fairy tale to give way to brave knowledge and explore life.
But full of reality, ups and downs.
You will meet all this with dignity.
Just like all the luster on you.
Courage and strength from youth
Ah, no one doubts the beauty of spring.
I will only regret wasting spring.
For that wonderful moment
For that wonderful moment
She left a gentle warmth.
Information about palms and lips
Pour out one's heart
Eager for free conversation
Unlimited blind date at that wonderful moment
The soul has experienced a long journey.
The window is covered with grass.
Lilacs bloom as they wish.
There is no interference in the world.
Invasion of this beautiful abbreviation, for that beautiful moment
She asked for nothing else.
Life is a full existence.
But it's also an illusion of rushing by.
Leave a shallow blessing.
Even if this moment never comes again.