Luo Ying, Deputy Director of Peking University Institute of New Poetry.

Luo Ying, formerly known as Huang Nubo, is a poet. Assistant to the President of China Mayors Association, Chairman of Beijing Zhongkun Investment Group, Director of Chinese Poetry Society, and Deputy Director of Peking University Institute of New Poetry. 1956 was born in Lanzhou, Gansu, China, and moved to Yinchuan, Ningxia at the age of 5 with his parents.198/kloc-0 graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University, and 1998 graduated from the EMBA of China Europe International Business School. Worked in Publicity Department of the Communist Party of China and China Mayors Association. 1995 zhongkun group was established, mainly engaged in the development of real estate and tourist attractions. The "fourth generation business model" advocated by Zhongkun Group has had a wide influence in the real estate industry, and its concepts such as "tourism real estate" and "compound tourism" have also been highly concerned by the tourism industry and the real estate industry. Zhongkun Tourism Group has become a leading enterprise in China's tourism industry. In recent years, he has been active in the field of poetry. His published works include poetry anthology Don't Love Me Again, Rejecting Melancholy, Lost in England, Urban Wandering Collection and novella The Blue Sun.

Blue waiting

I silently looked back at the sky.

The blue clouds are there.

Barefoot, I ran away.

Praying for you is not an illusion.

I give you my vicissitudes and my fatigue.

I'm afraid you'll be surprised at the weight.

Heaven is so beautiful.

Maybe I can take a nap and close my eyes.

The wound hurts too much.

I hope you don't mind my yelling.

If you decide to sail at dusk

Please allow me to untie the cable for you.

No return commitment is required.

Like a lonely sail, it goes where it belongs.

I am willing to guard the anchor bolts on the shore day after day.

Waiting for your surprise

Weave the bed curtain with blue waiting.

Shelter from the wind, rain and loneliness

When the sky is blue, the grass is green.

You can sing and wake up the shepherds wandering in the wilderness.

Turn you page by page with my love.

I will definitely start reading from the first page.

Make your smile a pink bookmark.

Feel free to fall into the drowsiness of memories

Imagine your eyes as a period.

Frozen in tears.

Love to the end

Life is so beautiful

Separate and tear heart and heart again and again.

I will always wait for you in my dream.

Whether you will appear at dusk.

bird of paradise

Long song has read (Note: Excerpted from "The Gate to the World-Collection of Poets' Works of the First Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival", which has been published by Qinghai People's Publishing House. )

Set sail at dawn

Here comes the beautiful bird of paradise.

Looking for a place to land.

Am I loud?

Recite a hymn for you

Is my colorful coat bright?

Bright in front of your door

Is it a long way to heaven?

Who will clear the way for your flight?

I will clean my mind carefully.

Beat drums and dance for you

one

Stay away from my lovers.

Did you hear my confession?

I cried silently in the dusk that once snuggled up to each other.

Who can forget that distant beauty?

When the luggage is finally empty, review the journey.

That charming sadness is green inch by inch.

Without me, who will sweep the road in front of your door?

Who lights the garden lights for you at dusk?

In the melancholy of rain and snow day and night.

sweetheart

How can I forget that you like snow?

The pain of missing is too heavy.

I really can't carry it on my back during the long journey.

two

friends.

Are you still looking at me through the glass?

How long has it been to lead a drunken life and dream of death.

Did your ship stop sailing again and again?

The horn of war will still excite you.

You are still crossing a wasteland.

Or take a walk in the Woods at dusk?

Time is like wine.

bird of paradise

Who will accompany me when I play the piano and sing?

When I looked back at the finish line, I was lonely.

Overlooking the summit is the plain.

Losing the memory of a friend is like a snowy winter.

The irreversible past is a whistle that no longer rings.

three

Disappointed after getting it again and again

bird of paradise

Who will cover my trial?

Uncontrollable sadness is as gloomy as light rain.

As big as a light rain

Spread like a light rain

bird of paradise

Who will share my pain with me?

Look around an era when poetry is not needed.

Who will share my sadness with me?

four

Who edited this color training?

Put it in front of my hall in the morning.

Mimosa is green and tender.

Chinese rose flowers are very bright.

Canna is red at first.

Don't forget me.

Put on her and dance in the wind

bird of paradise

Please forgive me for stumbling.

Running in the world, slovenly.

Tired of traveling in my heart

five

I want to keep quiet.

The long pursuit has made me indifferent.

The beautiful stone I found turned ugly at dusk.

bird of paradise

You will never hear my sad songs again.

My little flower died on a rainy night.

bird of paradise

You will never see my bitter tears again.

I will dance for you.

bird of paradise

I will guard the place where you land day and night.

Waiting for your beauty makes the world dull.

Waiting for your fragrance to light up the world.

(Note: Excerpted from "The Gate to the World-Collection of Poets' Works of the First Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival", which has been published by Qinghai People's Publishing House. )