Yingzuiyan
When I was a child, Eagle Mouth Rock was us.
Tall toys
Every tree looks like it's made up.
Play the role of our growth stage
Various roles
There is a fox hole halfway up the mountain.
It's another home for Xiaolian and me in our childhood.
I became a father, and Xiaolian became a mother.
In this hole
We have a lot of small stones.
Later, former bandit Zhang,
Buried on the hillside.
Thatched grass that grows like the wind on the grave.
What do Lian and I think of him?
His untidy beard before he died.
On the top of the mountain, there is a rock.
Looks like an eagle's mouth.
Xiaolian and I feed the eagle mouth every day.
Many years later, I heard that Xiaolian.
I often went to the eagle's mouth to dig things and cried once.
Get up in the middle of the night and listen to birds.
She can't sleep.
In a glass of red wine
Shocking countless numbers.
And every figure seems to sober her up.
At the moment, except myself and the wall clock on the wall.
Who can stand the silence of time?
"Why don't you get up in the middle of the night and listen to the birds?"
That restrained, charming cry
Reminds her of
I once in the middle of the night.
Whispering with such people
The bird leaned over.
Through the rainy night
Like a group of trained insomniacs.
"There are so many birds like me-"
When she thinks like this,
Many unspeakable secrets are in my heart.
Turned into a pool of clear water
"Why don't you get up in the middle of the night and listen to the birds?"
Feathers floating in the sky
It seems that every piece can take her away.
And it can be embedded in her body forever.
The late stage of the river
The sky is getting dark and the lights are like fish.
Street trees, counting the numbers
Turn over the overpass and stop growing at the traffic lights.
I am like the opposite of myself.
And a stranger, under the same street lamp.
Form a bosom friend tonight
Beijing is so big that I can't find my home.
I only know that Chunxiu Road is next to Gongti and Sanlitun.
Every night, I'm like a
Lonely model, walking on the runway.
Afraid of accidentally walking off the stage
Become an audience
The thought of getting up at six tomorrow morning
Dare not dream deeply.
There is a person who always whispers in her ear.
Want me to sink into the second half of my life
Be a vibrant grass.
I counted the traffic lights and deleted countless bottom lines.
It's getting dark, go to sleep.
It's like burying yourself
And the tomorrow I can see is still beautifully dressed.
In the great light, life takes me.
It's like moving a stone.
Throwing it everywhere is the late stage of a river.
Fate is a crawling bug.
Fate is a crawling bug.
Where did it climb?
Where there will be a bent back.
However, we are not good at it.
Repair all the paths chosen by fate.
buzzard
His fate will drift with the tide.
A person who loves life.
I am shocked by many arrangements in this world.
All this seems to be in his favor.
I am not the one who can learn from fate.
The strong who stand out from the crowd will not resist.
Fate is a crawling bug.
When it winds to my feet
Besides giving it candy, I also shared my misfortune with it.
Draw grassland
Neither cattle nor sheep are careful.
They don't look like eating grass.
It's like playing on the grass
The white clouds are blooming.
On the chest of the grassland
I feel that every grass has difficulty breathing.
Running wild deer
Like a bolt of lightning
Let's take a look at the wounds inside the grassland.
Ge Sang's flowers are only half in bloom.
A gust of wind blew.
Take out the photo frame with tears in your eyes.
A horse spread its hoof.
You will exhaust my heart.
It will be the most frightened horse on the grassland.
last night
When I first bombed the mine,
She's already awake.
The body moved to my side.
My hand moves under the quilt.
Seems to want to find my hand.
The second explosion of the mine
Accompanied by lightning and wind
She closed the window again.
Put the flowerpot that fell from the balcony
Moved into the living room
The third and fourth mine explosions
It's past midnight.
She toured the house again.
Wearing a black skirt
Covered in the mirror on the bed.
Finally, there were several mine explosions.
I don't know
When I woke up,
Ray has stopped.
But she seems to have just fallen asleep.
A stray cat
When I walk,
There is a cat hiding in the grass.
I pretended to "meow"
After half a day.
It gave a timid meow and responded to me.
The next night.
I saw it still hiding there.
A scowling look
Reminds me.
Last year, when I was in Korla.
A few days later
I passed by there again
See the grass empty.
I meowed and didn't respond.
The world seems more lonely than last year.
One day after a long time.
A stray cat
Suddenly jumped in front of me
I didn't know it was the previous one.
Or is there someone else?
faraway place
I want to write a letter.
Say the distance
I didn't arrive so soon.
At the moment, I am standing on the side of the road.
Waiting for a swarm of ants to pass by.
They may be better than me.
More important travel
The sun is sinking in the west
Darkness, bit by bit
Bury the world
My lonely figure has been hiding behind me.
In the distance, there are several gray clouds.
Walk towards me.
So carefree
It's not worth telling me why you came.
December
A lot of rainy weather accumulated in Chongqing1February.
Just like me
Leave a lot of unfinished work.
I want to be in1February.
Fall in one fell swoop
But because of a heavy rain
Dare not go out
Things are piled on the left and piled on the right.
Like a chaotic disease in my heart.
December
I have more time.
Seeking medical advice.
And too much rain makes me catch a cold again and again.
December
It suddenly dawned on me.
Meet many people
Some fly like bullets.
Yes, as expected, it snowed.
Understanding of rivers
When I was young.
My father repeatedly stressed.
Rudely threw me into the river in front of the door.
It's like throwing stones.
He sat on the shore.
Count while smoking.
Count to ten, I haven't surfaced yet.
He jumped into the water to catch me.
I'm scared.
Trembling, I walked into the river.
It is also in this river.
Choked into the first saliva of my life.
Sink into the bottom of the river again and again
Also let me see through the details of this river.
No matter how wide the river is.
Not as wide as my father's arm.
lovely
It's nice to have the moon tonight.
It's good to have an umbrella on rainy days.
It's nice to have a small wild flower in the desolate mountain.
It's good to have a mother.
It's good to have a home.
It's good to taste my favorite herbs.
It's nice to have a river passing by the door.
It's good to have a letter on the way.
Fortunately, the snow closed the mountain.
It's good to fall in love with all this.
go for a walk
In front of me.
A pair of white-haired old people
Help each other and walk slowly.
When I passed them,
Look back.
Just meet their eyes.
A young woman
Holding a teddy bear
When I walk around,
The dog sniffed around me.
What about that young woman?
Didn't look at me from beginning to end.
Two students
Fight for a ball.
I tried my best.
Stay away from them.
The younger the child.
The more we need an independent world.
Hemiplegic old man
Every step.
It's like the last step in life.
But he never gave up.
At his insistence
Have the power to be reluctant to part.
Grass is like a robe.
this is a
A world small enough and humble enough
Hay is everywhere.
Show a large film
An inactive hillside
Every grass
It has certain medicinal value.
They can undertake the mission of the people.
But I have no money to save it.
Rotting grass roots
No matter how beautiful these flowers are.
Cann't hold it any longer
The noise of the hut
Those spontaneous upward forces
So vast and boundless
The grass is still hovering
The light of fireflies
Grass is like a robe.
They cover it up.
Countless yellow faces
Beginning of Spring
I want to put spring
Standing in the snow
Like a knife
Have unstoppable courage
I also want to put spring
Standing in a crack in the stone.
If this is
Hard spring
I want to put spring
Standing at your window
The three-dimensional water of this lake
Like the waves you pushed away with your own hands.
I want to release spring most.
Stick to the spine
Stand in everyone's heart
Spring blossoms, indomitable spirit
someone
Someone is sitting under the tree.
Counting fallen leaves
It can also be counted
The fault of spring
But it is colorful.
Which one?
Withered in your arms?
someone
One by one.
Take it away from autumn.
The fruit of his heart
It's winter again
Go home with the snow.
Who can prove his sincerity?
Someone is trying to do everything possible.
Want to take a shortcut?
The man who guided him
outsider
I have been untidy.
Don't ask the right thing.
Live like a roadside plant.
The surface of life
crease
But it's like someone
Set the game on purpose.
Next hometown
There is a place
It is my next hometown.
It comes from my last hometown.
Love my relatives and mountains and rivers
Follow, too
They teach everything here in dialect.
This is not the upstream and downstream of a river.
Not from the same mountain.
South and north
This is Eagle Mouth Rock.
A falling dust
It's a chubby fish swimming around in Qujiang.
This is my next hometown.
This is the cigarette I brought back from my last hometown.
Scattered in the clouds here.
Finally see the sunshine.
Finally see the sunshine.
As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw it
The sun is setting from a big locust tree.
Like countless locust tree branches.
When the sky tells the new sunshine with tears.
this morning
Also went on to say:
The stock market soared, the epidemic slowed down, and various places resumed work one after another.
My daughter hasn't come downstairs for 60 days.
She asked me: Is spring all right?
Spring has become an increasingly heavy burden.
Let everyone be overwhelmed.
Finally see the sunshine.
People untied their masks and goggles.
Sitting under that big locust tree
Listen to every leaf and tell the truth of this spring.
Brief introduction of the author
Tang Zheng lives in Chongqing now. He once taught China's modern and contemporary literature in university, and then resigned to do business. He published poems and comments in Poetry Magazine, Star Poetry Magazine, Writer, Sichuan Literature, Youth Literature, Poet God, Shilin, Yalu River, Fujian Literature and Anhui Literature.