Or be splashed with ink by poppies
Or knocked out by some parrots.
-Liu Huaqing
In spring ...
This week's star of poetry
Liu Huaqing: pen name Liu Yibi, from duchang county, Jiangxi; Member of Jiangxi Writers Association; Member of Chinese Poetry Society; Member of China Prose Society and executive director of China Prose Poets Association; Member and resident editor of China Cifu Association; Former executive editor of Jiujiang Writers Daily; He is currently the editor-in-chief of the newspaper Essence of Folk Poetry. Some of his works won prizes in People's Literature, Poetry magazine, Star Poetry magazine and the National Literature Competition sponsored by China Prose Poetry Association. His works were selected into People's Literature, Star Poetry Collection and various collections.
Poetic outlook: Poetry, the world that polishes eyes, and the earth that bathes the soul.
The sea is getting wider and wider.
Selected poems of Liu Huaqing
China Myth (Poetry)
Pan Gu
The moment when the world was clear and turbid.
And you fell into the long river of time.
After Qian Fan, your essence.
Hard, clear and muddy
A smoky world
Everything is a little fuzzy.
A changing pace
People are a little ignorant.
Only the sun and the moon are the same as before.
Shiny, like you.
Immortal eyes
main points
Billions of years ago, Jingwei
Shouting at myself, vowing to reclaim the sea.
Take stones and grass.
Splash into the sea, at a loss
Sludge and turbid water in the world
Was thrown into the sea.
The sea is too bitter to complain.
It holds the sky and the earth.
How can you be unfair to a baby?
Hundreds of millions of years later, Jingwei
Still holding stones and plants
The sea is getting wider and wider.
Baby girl
The sky fell and a woman made up for it.
What about men? Where have you been?
I forgot, it was a matriarchal society
The wind and water turn, and one day,
Patriarch, go to the front desk.
Shennong tasted a hundred herbs, and Kuafu chased the sun
Dayu controls the water, and Yu Gong removes mountains.
Not a bear bag
Dad said it was a myth.
Mom said it was a legend.
I said, those are descendants of dragons.
Hou Yi
Over ninety-nine mountains
Jiujiutiaohe
Ninety nine valleys
Take off ninety-nine layers of skin
Came to a mountain near the East China Sea.
Shoot out nine suns
Those are the sons of the Emperor of Heaven.
Where do you want him to put his face?
The game of monarch, minister and son
The red line of courtesy, justice and shame
You are destined to give up your life for righteousness.
The destination of suicide.
Kua Fu
A walking stick thrown at the end of his life
Full of immortal peach blossoms
Water sprite Xiantao
I heard about it a few years ago.
A creature that is no longer thirsty
Tearing all the peach trees.
The Yellow River is dying of thirst, too
Reinforced concrete besieged city
Kuafu's younger generation is once again facing.
They died of thirst and threw away their walking sticks.
Copper soil
Never bloom immortal peach blossoms again.
Xiantao filled with water
Chang'e
Meet you in a thread-bound book
Always so young and beautiful.
Believe the pills you take.
goods?genuine?and?prices?reasonable
Xiangyun haunts Guanghan Palace.
Eternal elegance, supernatural
In that uninhabited fairyland