The first prize of the Second National Cherry Blossom Poetry Competition for College Students (2004) Author: Wang, Fragrant Flowing Years.
In the crowd, we crowded around the garden, and your face was as open as a flower through a glass of wine. There are talented people and beautiful women in the song, and thousands of cups are not drunk. You sweep away the years like clouds. From then on, I no way back. Post ran over pears on the outer ring road. A love letter to you has been written from sunset to sunrise. I didn't mean to tell about the prosperity of spring, but only sent an autumn leaf that survived the winter.
The clear context gave away my hidden thoughts. Fireworks are still bright and cherry blossoms are colorful. In this city, your footprints are everywhere, laughter in the wind is like a chime, wandering for 30 miles in the clouds and the moon, knocking firmly at the ebony door, waiting for the face of peach blossoms in previous lives.
Open it for me, clap your hands and sing. You and I are wearing each other's clothes. You laughed at me, and I was ashamed of you. We sat in an empty theater. Wait for a movie that may never be released, and imagine a pure story of a golden age together.
The Wind Wandering in Paintings —— The Third National Cherry Blossom Poetry Competition for College Students (2005) First Prize Works of Ancient Paintings with the Same Title (Group Poems) Author: Hengli, Jiangshan Yule
Who will lift the veil of dusk, the water in the distance disappears on the smiling lips of the sky, the black years nearby are honed into rocks, and the ancient trees on the shore stand like poets. The posture of the breeze is still standing, and the magic pen of the fog is slightly smeared, forgetting the footsteps of the mountains taking off. Who will unveil the veil at dusk? Who will gently point out the misty eyes with the little ink at the end of the painting or use the leisurely boat and the old fishing songs?