Zheng Xiaoqiong's poetic features.

Zheng Xiaoqiong's "time" is alive, or at least full. It is not the evolutionary axis of the past, present and future, but the place where things inhabit, or simply the things themselves. Zheng Xiaoqiong can write in good faith, that is, restore the dignity of things and the dignity of time. Her lyric subject is not self-enclosed or violent, but open to things/time. In contemporary poetry, such "ego" is rare. We have a lot of desire to vent or retreat into the word formalism without ego.

The short poem "Comfort" can be regarded as Zheng Xiaoqiong's persistence and sobriety to "self";

I have a bright and stubborn heart, which has its own annoyance.

Repentance, heavy misfortune and fatigue, small resentment, they come across and immerse themselves in the soft parts of my body.

Become a distant thing in my blood and bone.

Rotation creates hope, pain, disease, happiness,

These pictures, lines, utensils, they will say to me

We will fall in love when we meet in life. I am here.

Polishing life on the machine, surging like a flood.

In the future, I will collect love, hate, youth and sadness.

It is being assembled by assembly line, which has become elusive to me.

Past, ideal and future, they are entangled with love and relatives.

Like an old black branch, waiting for the arrival of spring.

My past has sunk into the blue sky, leaving a star-like memory.

It is looming, soothing my lonely and warm heart.