Walking Life
Jiang Kaijing
Walking in the gap between light and time
and a young tree
Like an ant
The length of life
The tree is calculated by tree rings
I measure by age
.
Originally, I wanted to write the walking track into a book
with a flat and even rhythm
with ups and downs
seemingly unconstrained style
but step by step
but I found that I was wrong
with no arrangement and no rehearsal
.
Life is a play without rehearsal
Life's Care
My husband, Wuyue
I want to listen to
your gentle words from afar
gently pluck the strings of my heart
my joy
when I miss you. Dreaming one happy dream after another
You have so many
indescribable fragrance and femininity
My life
is hiding your hope, pursuing
can you pursue it
This sacred road
is like your smooth skin
I want to see your beautiful shadow for the first time
. Covered my eyes
deeply buried in my heart
The rose that bloomed quietly
inadvertently
revealed your fragrant feelings
I miss you so much
There is a sweet love for you here
Spring of Life
The literary master
The falling rain
.
the call of the earth
the change of spring and autumn
I remember
in the eyes of the past
that I began to
trudge
be frustrated
that everything was just to meet
the spring of life
The Song of Life River Years
drifted to zero several times
. Singing the song of the years
plowing
struggling
Wan Li Great Wall
Tang Dynasty Empire
Countless dreams
China land
sailing
a river of life
a song of the years
reflecting
free and easy
our ancestors <
The motherland
blooms
As a result
Shenzhou-9 aircraft carrier ...
The Three Gorges Project
countless feats
are rising in the hometown of dragons
flying
Welcome a New Life
The Minjiang River
is a little strange, <
Lying quietly in a narrow and hard bed,
letting people around you roll over your body,
I feel a little scared.
after a strong twitch in the back,
the lower body lost consciousness.
a green barrier covers my sight, and
layers of cloth cover my body lightly.
I vaguely feel my stomach being pounded.
In order to prevent myself from thinking,
I started talking with my surroundings.
if you talk about everything, you dare not face up to the current matter.
It seems that I heard a clear birdsong outside.
Following this pleasant sound,
I saw a lush forest through the glass window.
here, the branches and leaves are lush and blue as the sea.
A burst of baby laughter,
awakened my dream of nature.
I know that my son has been born.
I will take him to see the world in the future.
After excitement and joy,
moved tears welled up in my eyes.
Because I am no longer afraid from now on,
I began to taste the taste of my mother slowly.
what is life like?
Mr. Glasses
What is life?
I don't know.
I can only say,
What is life like?
Life is like a small tree,
It forms from the ground,
It takes root in the ground.
She fought in the snow and ice,
In the wet soil in early spring and February,
She broke her shell bravely and happily.
She may grow on the plains,
or rocks,
or hills,
or city walls ...
As long as she looks up and sees the sky!
Ah,
When she saw the sky,
she put out tender leaves,
absorbed the air,
endured the sunshine,
sang in the rain,
danced in the wind and
enjoyed in nature.
She may have the shade of a big tree,
She may be under the pressure of a big tree,
And the strength of her youthful growth,
finally made her break free through the branches and leaves,
Hold her head high in the hot sun!
She met a colorful spring,
In that beautiful wind and sunshine,
flowers bloomed all over her body.
The bees and butterflies are flying around her, and
Birds are enjoying singing in her branches.
She will hear Oriole's singing,
the cuckoo's crying blood,
and maybe she can hear the strange singing of owls.
In her most prosperous middle age,
the leaves are flourishing,
she stretches out the shade like a cover,
to shade the flowers and grasses under the tree.
She bears numerous fruits,
to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth.
The autumn wind started,
blowing her leaves,
from green to red.
under the autumn sun,
she shows her majesty and splendor again.
it's not the pride of flowering,
it's not the happiness of results,
it's the peace and joy after success.
Finally, one day,
the north wind in winter,
blew her dead wood and rotten branches,
rolled them down,
she danced feebly in the air,
groaned under her roots, and
the earth solemnly extended its arms to accept her.
She was silent,
quietly,
leisurely,
lying in the arms of the earth.
she melted,
naturalized.
not happy,
not sad.
Maybe one day,
she will emerge from the underground nuts,
break the shell,
grow into a small tree,
walk through the thick cover,
listen to Oriole's singing again,
bear that fruitful fruit again ...
However,
I dare not say the afterlife.
Poetry is Life
The arrival of a poem in Tianjin is like the arrival of a life.
inspiration flies,
is conceived in the mother's womb.
brooding,
is a mother's pain.
The poet holds up a new life with his hands,
!
flying poetry,
flying into the air,
bathing in the spring rain,
surprising the rainbow of poetry.
in the kingdom of poetry,
gallops freely.
a talented poet
lights a lamp.
Write poetry with life,
Poetry is life! !
The birth of a baby
is like the birth of a poem.
The baby's first cry,
is the most beautiful poem recitation.
Learn the language,
Explore the rhythm of poetry.
"Mom, I love you",
The cadence of five-character poems!
vigorous life,
is the rise of poetry!
athletes are natural and unrestrained,
swimming in the ocean of poetry.
Life and poetry are symphonic,
solemn and sacred!
a great poet,
knows the importance of a pen!
Life is poetry,
Poetry is life!