Zhou Mengdie (1920-) published poems such as Lonely Country (1957) and Huanqing Grass (1965).
October tree
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October
As certain and real as death.
You lie here. Draw on the cross
The moonlight is as white as acacia.
And the hooves of masked men are far away.
This god who steals dreams for a living stole them.
His face never wrinkles.
Dust and depression torment my eyebrows.
I hit my forehead. Don't forget.
This is October. All good things are good things.
Even the butterfly dream that comes to mourn every night is cold.
Yes, at least you have nothing.
You say. At least you already know what is what.
Yes, no smile is made of iron.
Not even tears. ...
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tree
When light and shadow become fruits,
You will suddenly think of yesterday.
At that time, your face was even more beautiful than Yuan Ye.
Rain and snow don't come, woodpeckers don't come,
Even a little boring can torture yourself.
There is no such trouble as tentacles.
Is it fire? Or what drives you?
Break through this class? Cold and hard,
Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins?
"Let me be a leaf!
Let the frost turn red and the running water flow gently ... "
So when I woke up, I was green!
On a snowy night, you hear the cold.
The sound of bluebirds flapping their wings.
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Selected poems of Zhou Mengdie
(1920-), whose real name is Zhou, has published poetry collections Lonely Country (1957) and Huanqingcao (1965).
Swimming under the bodhi tree in October, fishermen burning lanterns, ferry boats on the ninth line from winter to Sunday, bowling in February and June.
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October
As certain and real as death.
You lie here. Draw on the cross
The moonlight is as white as acacia.
And the hooves of masked men are far away.
This god who steals dreams for a living stole them.
His face never wrinkles.
Dust and depression torment my eyebrows.
I hit my forehead. Don't forget.
This is October. All good things are good things.
Even the butterfly dream that comes to mourn every night is cold.
Yes, at least you have nothing.
You say. At least you already know what is what.
Yes, no smile is made of iron.
Not even tears. ...
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tree
When light and shadow become fruits,
You will suddenly think of yesterday.
At that time, your face was even more beautiful than Yuan Ye.
Rain and snow don't come, woodpeckers don't come,
Even a little boring can torture yourself.
There is no such trouble as tentacles.
Is it fire? Or what drives you?
Break through this class? Cold and hard,
Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins?
"Let me be a leaf!
Let the frost turn red and the running water flow gently ... "
So when I woke up, I was green!
On a snowy night, you hear the cold.
The sound of bluebirds flapping their wings.
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A pleasant hike
There is a kind of fish named Kun in the north. He who is great in Kun travels a thousand miles. Waldorf
As a bird, its name is Peng; Peng returned, I don't know thousands of miles; Fly angrily ...
-Zhuangzi
Escape from the dust. look back
Clouds turn white, waves rise from thousands;
Boundless, boundless, empty
Smile back.
Stay in my sight.
From the cold northern style.
My ass has a long back and claws.
I was still wet last night;
When the dream wakes up—
The haze cleared, and it was a hundred feet of thunder.
It sank yesterday,
Even the tears of Jiao Ren Snow dried up;
Leap, my heart is cold.
Cold is Dahua's eyes.
I opened my eyes at that moment.
Not to pursue, but to pursue.
Not to surpass, but to surpass.
The clouds are tired and the wind is holding them.
The wind is tired, and Hajto.
Is the sea tired? Is the dike tired?
Face flies
Still have to stop at flying.
The world is on my wings.
It seems that the Milky Way exists because of my bravery.
The vastness of nature is under my ribs. ...
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limey
Who is the man with a mirror in his heart?
Who will live barefoot all his life?
All the eyes were blindfolded.
Who can make a fire in the snow,
Sprinkle fire into the snow?
Under the bodhi tree.
A man with only half a face.
Lift your eyes to the sky,
Answer with a sigh
Wei Lan wants to sink to him from a height.
Yes, someone is already sitting here!
The grass is bright blue.
Even in winter
Even if the knotter's footsteps are far away.
You still have a pillow.
The pleasure of intimate conversation with the back of the romantic moon
How many springs did you sit on?
How many summers have you been familiar with?
When you come,
Snow is snow, you are you.
After one night.
Snow is not snow and you are not you.
Until ten degrees below zero tonight.
When the first meteor darkens and brightens again
You are surprised to find that:
Snow or snow, you or you.
Although the footsteps of the knotter are far away.
Pure grass color
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Lamp burner
The Karma says, "I am a wise boy. When I saw the ground was muddy and wet, I took off my deerskin coat and crawled around until the Buddha passed. Another cloud said, "The emperor turned into Luo Cha and said to Sakyamuni," Everything is impermanent. It is life and death. " Sakyamuni, please say it all. Qu Yan said, "I eat people. You can eat me with your body. I should speak for you. " "Sakyamuni promised. Qu Nai replied: "Life and death destroy oneself, and silence is fun. Hearing this, Sakyamuni climbed the tree and threw himself into the ground. 」
Walk on my ass. Lamp burner
Like a lotus walking on the clear water.
Great happiness jumps and makes me silent.
Facing the night when mud and frankincense coagulate.
I caught a glimpse of tears falling from the sky splashing on my back.
Have you ever eclipsed a wheat for half a week?
I once abandoned my liver and brain for my whole life.
In the forest of ascetic monks, let birds nest in my hair
Let the dead leaves shoulder cream wash your ears.
When I returned to the Soviet Union, I sat on the ashes of a heavy robbery.
There is a faint warm current.
Through my desire. Lamp burner, when your hand touches my top.
Quiet as thunder, a butterfly is for me.
Predict the flowering of stones in a century.
When the stone blooms, the lamplighter
I will remember this day with you.
I am so lonely, shy and have nothing.
Except for the night when mud and frankincense coagulate.
This long hair. Knock on the door and answer your kindness.
I used to be shy about five points. Lotus boy
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angler
who is it? Who makes lotus leaves, seaweed and green duckweed shake frequently?
Take ten sides to storm a fishing line! Regardless of the pole.
Men from the first warbler in the deep forest to the sunset.
Sitting on the back and shoulders of 45.670, bent over and wet by falling flowers. ...
Dragonflies stood on his head, and the sleeping shadow was fixed on his drooping eyelids like a monk.
How many long dreams, short dreams, short dreams, all long and short waves are gone-
When I woke up in the shallow waters of eastern Lu Hua. The fishing rod is missing,
For the wind? Or for the huge scales?
Look around, beyond the light smoke,
There is a faint sound of stars falling, loud and clear!
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Winter solstice
Wandering for too long,
Harp, sword and chastity are all covered with dust and sand.
The dusk on the crow's back is getting colder and heavier.
Why don't you come out? Candle shines on me, lonely star and clean moon?
A suicide note of a blood leaf slipped from the maple tip,
On the wasteland, children burned beards with wildfire in the autumn wind. ...
"Finally" is an urgent need! Go back, go back,
Be careful: your shadow is yours.
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Jiuhang
Your shadow is a bow.
You sound like yourself.
Full, full.
The sun sets in the east every day.
The completion of golden autumn.
In your air-dried hands.
Why not give birth to thousands of eyes?
Because you have a lot of autumn.
Many, many people are waiting to get out of trouble.
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On the ferry
With so many shoes.
This ship is loaded with so much.
Opposite and behind
The dream of a triangle.
Tremble deeply
Flowing-vaguely
People are on the boat, the boat is on the water, and the water is endless.
Endless existence, endless moments of my life and death.
Is water carrying a boat, walking with me?
Am I walking full of boats and water?
The color is provocative.
Einstein's smile is mysterious and desolate.
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February
This story has already happened.
There were tears before there were eyes.
I am grateful first.
There has been a February showing tears and gratitude.
And why do you watch February more than others?
The weather is always so cold.
It's always windy and rainy-
The eyelids at the bottom of the fallen grass hang lower.
Yi Shu grass bottom garment cilia hanging down.
"What a refreshing memory?
That comes from an unknown direction.
Drink me with nameless shivers ... "
And you are struggling to pay for your life in February.
When February gets old, she hides herself in the stars.
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June
Listen to yourself with your pillow instead of your own.
Listen vaguely outside of yourself.
Obviously within their own scope.
The tide in June
It's cold where it's never cold.
The Millennium riverbed is shrinking.
Get rid of a bloated yawn
Turn a wry smile into tears like snow
Sprinkle it on a thin black rose thorn.
The first night of the first frost. Grapes and vines
Dreaming under the stars of strangers
Dream of wheat fields blooming in the stone field.
I dreamed that the dead trees sang and danced round and round and caught fire.
Dream that the kingdom of heaven is like a small pocket.
On the other hand, Jesus was not the last person to mend shoes for others.
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Bowl bracket
A wisp of rosy clouds
In your bowl. Rootless footprints!
Cross flowers bloom on your hurried road.
Dress the prisoners, yesterday and today.
You bury your worries.
Lilacs and alfalfa are like beads.
Hold you everywhere;
The sun and the moon are two lamps, like cassocks.
The face of the night.
April. Xuehuafei
Three thousand weak waves sleep.
To the lowest downstream—
Most upstream
Ask for advice. When did you ask for directions?
When will the road and the sky be in harmony?
What time does Tan Hua open?
Through the edge of smoke, through the heavy
Circulation and circulation-you may see
Which bubble is your name?
Wandering on the Ganges for many years
Every storm in the Ganges.
Every drop of gull heron cares about you-
It is impossible to go back. Sleep in the snow
You said, "I have gone too far!" " "
All the ferries were blocked by fog.
April. Peach leaves and the outside of peach leaves
Touch the empty bowl. Want to be in the sky tonight?
Is there a meteorite that cries silently for you?
Like a rain of flowers, like a saint's finger sticking out from the other shore. ...
Attachment: The epiphyllum blooms once every three thousand years and will bloom on the day when the Buddha was born. There is also a concubine in Wang Xianzhi who said that the peach leaves are beautiful, so let them taste the songs of Liulin as gifts. Later, I crossed this place in the name of Ye Tao.