I recommend two articles, the poets Shu Ting and He Jiang. In addition, Xu Zhimo's and Xi Murong's Shu Ting's are all exquisite.
Look at yourself before choosing.
On the Cross of Poetry-Shu Ting
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
In order to complete a fable
In order to obey an ideal
The sky, rivers and mountains
Chose me and let me bear it.
I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.
So, I put my heart
Hold it high in your hands.
That is bitterness and pleasure.
A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.
Because of anger and desire
Infinitely expanding and contracting heart
my heart
Under the projection of eyes from various angles.
Emitted a rainbow of light.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
I gave my life.
My sad flower
Although despised, it was trampled into mud.
I gave my life.
My initial naivety
Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.
I held out my hands in purity and shyness.
Begging everyone to leave.
Everybody turn around.
I don't hide my weakness.
Even the swing of my black hair.
Has become a part of the world.
Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay
Into words in my eyes
Words produce sounds.
Surging around like waves.
In order to move
A heart that has not been touched.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
The sunshine caresses me
Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.
The wind and rain eroded me.
Change my childish face
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
Let the chorus cheer.
Stars and rain generally fall on my side.
God-like vulture
Eat my insides every day.
I don't belong to myself, but to myself.
That fable
That ideal
Even so.
I became a fossil.
That's my song.
Happy life
Will knock open a closed shutter
Dill flowers are still climbing.
open
Although I'm tired, mom
help me
Stand at the forefront of the front line
Variations on the Stars-River
If every corner of the earth is full of light
Who needs a star? Who will?
Gaze at the night
Looking for distant comfort
Who wouldn't?
every day
It's all a poem
Every word is a star.
Like a bee trembling in my heart.
Who doesn't want to have a soft night?
Soft as a lake.
Fireflies and stars swim in the water lily.
Who doesn't like spring?
The bird landed on the branch.
Like falling stars all over the sky
The flickering sound came from a distance.
The clouds of white lilacs are hazy.
If every corner of the earth is full of light
Who needs a star? Who will?
Burning loneliness in the cold
Ask for a little hope
Who would?
year after year
Always writing poems about suffering.
Every song is a group of trembling stars.
Like ice and snow covering my heart.
Who wants to see the night freeze?
As stiff as a piece of land
The wind blew off one thin star after another.
Who doesn't like flying flags?
Like fire
Golden stars gushed out.
When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.
Shine where the sun can't shine.