There seems to be a lock between the eyebrows.
The two branches of Artemisia annua have not turned green yet.
I kept their secret.
One is in Cangshan and the other is in Langling.
Like a noisy couple.
They combine, separate, combine and separate again.
Died in Jiangjiazui
The rotting corpse did not enter the cave.
I have never seen Dongting.
I heard that the lapping sound is like the sea.
Water is blue-green.
Bitter and salty with middle age.
There is a strong wind blowing on the lake, and more than a dozen buses are speeding on the water.
Like where to step on hot wheels.
two
I panicked as usual.
Enter Canggang and descend to Yaochi.
Witness the first marriage of two rivers outside the red rope
They remained silent at the end of an ancient town.
The stone road is gone, and the wooden house leans against the water.
An old man wants to sleep in a soft place.
They died in the Republic of China 15.
There are quarrels, there are killings, and there are children who die young.
A broken-hearted man can't find an exit.
That year, it was also a long rainy late spring in Chu Qing.
Purple peas are blooming in the abandoned vegetable garden.
three
I found Shui Yuan, the place they promised.
The old road is peaceful.
White railings protect the heart of * *
No more pain of childbirth
There is no ship from Yueyang to Wuhan.
The boat crossing Qian Fan is also a river.
A smooth wave like a mirror can also end this life.
four
A woman who lives alone
Cangshan landing
A piece of wood fell out of this well.
Winding for dozens of miles
In another well.
This is her body.
Cool and transparent
Her reckless youth journey is coming to an end.
Bad wind and bitter rain in this life
It takes a lot of blood to fall in love with someone
five
She returned to normal.
Go straight to the birthplace
Apologize occasionally when distracting.
She only cooks simple meals.
Don't kill, eat less meat.
Fear all beings on both sides of the strait
six
She is like an old woman for a century and a half.
Clear and yellow.
* * * collapse, uterine collapse.
The uneasy river appeared.
There are fingerprints from the Republic of China
His buttons or pens.
Like a nail in her body.
She gave up the original road.
With a group of unknown women
Rush into the unknown door
She passed a tall house and a short house.
A peach blossom is in a helpless high wall.
The fields are kept in the yard.
The stars fall in the grass circle
She didn't know that passers-by were facing a muddled outsider.
Will there be a democratic face?
And the body is exhausted.
The old body is getting more and more backward.
Violets among the clever women.
seven
She still remembers the two branches of Artemisia.
One flies south and the other flies north.
It is also a spring that can't return to youth.
Just like when we met.
Neither of them wants to admit it.
Two shy rivers secretly joined together.
On a breezy afternoon, the old moon was swaying.
eight
The front suddenly widened.
The wall fell down and a small beam of moonlight sneaked in.
And then there's a big piece.
For example, hesitant menarche
She saw his back.
The place where the city wall falls is like an arm bend.
Accepted an eager intruder
nine
I haven't seen their second place of residence.
South Lake, outside Junshan
There is no second south lake in the south.
There won't be a second surge.
He still calls her Kokura Kokura.
She called him Lang Lang, Lang Jun.
She picked the beaded flowers and took off her makeup.
Wash your hands with sleeves and make soup.
She is a star who has been wandering for too long.
Willing to circle into his sparse hut
He is a wild horse.
Can I fall into her lair?
The days have not gone far.
It's only ten miles from Longyang to Qingyang.
They started early and stayed late.
Winding and lingering
Turned dozens of times.
ten
She was ashamed to tell her story.
A woman who has been through too much.
It is hard to say virtuous and loyal.
She doesn't know where she lives at this time.
A small snake wrapped around her waist.
Cang water is clear and turbid.
Wash feet or tassels.
A girl carrying a bamboo basket is drawing water on the shore.
I like her generosity in those days.
The gravel of time
It won't leak at all.
eleven
It has been many years since I met you.
They can only look at each other in the crowd.
The long journey will be a hundred miles away.
Xiahonghe to Dongting
You still need to fly high, and the tiger falls into the abyss.
Died in their last resting place
twelve
They won't get old.
The banana on the embankment turns green too slowly.
I occasionally have a few tits passing by.
Witness their separation.
They're not in their prime yet.
Never insert cardamom and hold Yunchai.
I didn't know a little life was long.
They left limbs wandering around.
Through beaches and rivers.
The hard life of each other in the past
Over the invisible eyes and head
Her transparent teenager and chest and abdomen
Red blood tube.
His fingertips stay in * * *
He also wants to call her Kokura.
There is no sea in this life.
Only mulberry fields on both sides of the strait
Spread out at their stale feet
Deng, a native of Lixian County, Hunan Province, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He studied in the advanced seminar of Luxun College of Literature. His poems have been published in poetry magazine, People's Literature, Stars and Flying, and have been selected for several years. He participated in the 23rd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry Publishing Society and won the 27th Hunan Youth Literature Award and the 5th Red Sorghum Poetry Award. He is the author of poetry anthology "Empty Cup" and "Introduction to Running Water".
(Invited editor: Guo Xiaoqi)