Fan Haie, pen name: Liang Zhu, from Erdos, Inner Mongolia. His works have been published in Gao Yuanfeng, Qi Lianfeng, Family Weekly, Manzhouli Daily, Grand View of New Poetry, Nine Days Literature and Hong Qian Literature. Poetry view: Poetry comes from life and is higher than life. The vast pen and ink give off fragrance, and the pure soul makes a sound.
The representative poems are as follows:
1, Wild Lily Also Has Spring: It's time to invite spring into the poem. Looking at winter, the sun never patronizes. Endless night wind runs through the deep valley, birds and flowers are like myths. How many gaps do you have to cross before you can get rid of the shackles of willow locks and be born? Your words are as solid as a rock, reflecting colorful stars.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Shu was good at dancing with long sleeves, sighed and asked, Who hasn't struggled? Tooth stones, peaks and cliffs, the signposts of this counterattack, turned into a golden lightning, playing symphonic music in spring, and the lily fairy attacked clothes and feathers, setting off stormy waves. Thunderous applause is endless, and flowers offer incense, which is better than welcoming bodhisattva.
2. Butterflies in autumn: flying among flowers. How long to fly and which flower to fly, that's a matter of flowers. I only know that a woman, like a flower, still experiences secular storms after releasing beauty and goodness, and is lonely, like a stray cat in the street. You spread the wings of love, lead her back to her own kingdom, teach her to write poetry and sing, and regain her faith in life. Since then, the butterfly has lived in a woman's heart, nourishing everything like sunshine, and also.
But I never dare to say his name, just like wishing on the moon. I was afraid that if I accidentally said it, the wind would take him away, so I had to secretly splash ink on the rice paper and let the tears wash the words away. I just hope I don't get wet. The wings of a butterfly in my heart are the embodiment of light and power. Teach women to make another flower.