Ma Jiu's poetry works include: "Look at the Face of the Moon", "Space", "Autumn", "Trap", and "Raindrops from the Sky".
1. "Look at the Face of the Moon":
The clouds in the sky
just passed by
I am chasing after them< /p>
But the clumsy footsteps
increase the distance between us
The wind is seen
smiling
p>
There is no light step
I was silent for a moment
The first voice told me
A place that can be reached if you have a dream
2. "Space":
On a rainy day
The wind blows through the curtains
It touches your face with its cold hands
< p>Your face more clearly shows the feeling of longingI want to be the one closest to you
Gently
Just behind you< /p>
See your true face
3. "Autumn":
August
The school playground is silent
The words "Improve Quality, Standardize Management" in the teaching building are shining brightly
Lush grass grows on the residential building
The water heater seems to be steaming
Rice leaves welcome sweat
On the side of the wide road
People dry the millet returned to the warehouse
in the sun
Whose shop is it?
The sound of the sound went over the opposite mountain peak
The joy of the harvest cannot be expressed in words
The gong and drum team entered the main street
I quickened my pace
Following closely
My face seemed to be hot and red
I felt an inexplicable excitement inside
The sun was still setting on the trees Next
A pot of smoke bypasses the glow
4. "Trap":
The rain curtain covers the entire mountain peak
Blocked Pedestrian's path
The unusual silence between heaven and earth
I restrained my soul from looking around
Looking at the black hole in a tree that was split by lightning
Who pulled the corner of my clothes hard
And stuffed a plastic bag into my hand
I finally came to my senses
Used the bag to cover it Live above your head
Follow the passers-by and leave
5. "Raindrops in the Sky":
The weather above your head
Open the window every day It's all gloomy
Is it because of the thunderstorm
But I believe
It's in spring or autumn
The sun is shining< /p>
When I was a child, I often looked up at the sky
Sometimes a drop of rain fell into my little eyes
When I brought my clothes home, I was scolded by my mother
Only But at that time
The mire in the rain was our happy paradise
Now
Such a sky
has the sadness of childhood Feeling
It's always like this
In the face of a certain fact
There is a kind of calmness of waiting or facing
It seems impossible Reversal of confusion
Return to the room quietly
Collect emotions