Modern poetry by March Xiangxun

March in March

March outside Yanmen Pass

Spring is snoozing

On the withered breasts of branches

Only smiling with eyes as big as grains of rice

Folks say

That is the bud of spring

Northwest wind and southeast wind

Around the plateau

On the loess slopes

The roots holding up the vast universe

The yellow sand hits the simplicity of the countryside The ketone body

The desire of spring renders the sky and the vast sea of ??Beiyue

On the historic site of Golden Beach

A Yao Qin is placed

< p> A mighty song wakes me up

Yang Wulang who meditates on Zen in Wutai Mountain

With a vegetarian’s casual heart

The bald head holds the blue sky< /p>

Looking for the power of the dragon and horse accompanied by King Qin beside the Li Ling Monument in Shuozhou back then

Twisting the white and furry grass

Questioning myself Convince people with virtue

Then who am I now

The waves of spring are brewing into a drizzle

The sun of Pleasant Goat is squinting with dark spots on his face

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The quiet heart tree is indifferent to the rainbow

The brilliance of spring is silently chanting

Revealing Bo Hong’s golden and jade words

Kun hears the sound of spring , the city nourishes the spring pulse

In the natural wind

The Yanmenke twists the scriptures and historical relics

Reciting the mantra of March and returns slowly

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——Gu Bilong wrote at noon on March 30, 2015 (a skewer of classmates’ nicknames)

Farewell

Day, drum up 筭

The ground is blowing the flute

The snowflakes that searched for God yesterday

Plump the thin ridge of the mountain

Grace the stiff trees The tips

The skin is smooth and smooth

The jade bones are ice-clear and enchanting

In the wilderness of the heart

Reflecting the carefree and graceful appearance of the fairy

The snow beauty who has been quiet all night

Can’t stand the naked tearing of the wind

When the sun comes out, the jade is damaged and the fragrance disappears

The soul , bid farewell to the mountains and wilderness

The soul dispersed into water vapor

The snow girl gave up

The small bridge with whimpering water

Zen , chanting about the coming and going of snowflakes

In the distance, after taking off the snow cover

Only the smoke lingering lonelyly

...Written by Gu Bilong in December 2014 On the evening of the 10th of the lunar month, I miss the snowflakes that turned into immortals

Pray for blessings

In the sound of Taoist music and drums

The Three Yuan Miao Sutra is played in a cadence

< p> The spiritual sunshine of all worlds

Planted in the remote Zixu

Feel the Yang Hong of the third grade of Ziwei Tianguan Shangyuan

The earth is bare chested

Containing the seeds of sunshine

Brewing the luck of the Qingxu Diguan Zhongyuan Grade 2

The air is filled with the aura of rain and snow

Transporting all kinds of good weather in the grain belly

Catharting the spiritual response of Cave Yin Shui Guan Xia Yuan 3rd grade

A paper talisman lights up the Southern Liuyang Star Lantern

The two Tai Chi fishes on the red Taoist robe are smiling

Disillusionment, danger, and salvation bless Han Ling

The fire of the Big Dipper is shining

The power of Tiangang moves the universe

Prolonging life and longevity Zhuge Kongming

Infinite Heavenly Lord

The heaven and earth are so big that they move in rhythm

That whisk, fishing drum and copper bell