The surrounding mountains reflect a pool of clear water with a narrow mouth
There is also "Jiuzhaigou Poems"
Written by Wang Jiucheng (male, born in July 1970) Laiyang, Shandong. Started publishing poetry and prose in 1994. He is now the editor of a magazine in Xi'an.
< p>The road of weight loss has taken over my gradually lighter bodyIt keeps going up. Hold the belt of the clouds with the hands of the snow peaks
and look down with the eyes of the sky
The overlap of roads
The water of the Minjiang River does not stop for a moment, moving towards< /p>
The distant destination is rushing
Far away from the soul, far away
Colorful and pure Haizi
The girl whose face is dyed red by the sun , is it
the crystal inside the stone, or
the mysterious spell without consecration.
Greetings
Touches from every visitor
The profound Tibetan songs are ringing in the ears
The thin oxygen is enough to breathe
The eagle's circling and pecking make the cloud patterns more beautiful
The sun stops with difficulty
The yak finds it easily
Poor cordyceps
A slight cough hurts the heart and lungs
Just a piece of soil can grow a wooden house
Rice from afar Slowly adapting
The hardness of hypoxia
On this road to Jiuzhaigou
I arrived at a place
Many people are poor A height that he will never reach in his lifetime
2. Jiuzhai in late winter
When the snow on the roadside warms my sight
I Hearing the confession of running water
The call of thousands of years
Approaching step by step deep in the heart
The road becomes more twists and turns
One by one A mountain peak rushed towards me
Entering the hinterland from the height of hypoxia
From modernity to primitiveness, in an instant
I forgot my own existence
< p> The bonfire approaching the nightDance wildly in Guozhuang
Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart
Where there is dancing, there is a dancing soul
Can the falling waterfall wake up
The phoenix resting in the water
The transparent wind may dance
The sleeping dragon on the peak< /p>
In this fairy tale world
I saw an ancient village
In that ancient village
there was a handful of things that I had lost Tibetan Knife
3. Returning from Jiuzhaigou and visiting Tibetan people’s homes
I saw the maternal eagle from a distance
hovering on the top of the mountain at sunset
< p> Colorful prayer flagsTell the piety of the wind
The holy mountain shines with ageless light
The roadside is dotted with figures lying on the ground
The suffering of blood
Hidden in the desolate pastoral
Handing out the snow-white hada
Good luck greetings
Hidden The pride of home awaits
Boiling butter tea
The girl’s face glows red on the stove
Highland barley wine bounces around
Bounced into my mortal heart
The legend of polyandry
Pulled my painful nerves
Chanting sutras placed above the head
Purified my dusty journey
Returned from the magical paradise
Walked into dignity from the fairy tale
I call the people here brothers and sisters< /p>
The picture here is more like my dream
4. Walking through Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn
In this water area warmed by the sky and flames
The laurel crowns of ice and snow are reflected in the blue water
Heyun's gorgeous clothes
The transparent fish grows up in the folk songs of thousands of years
The hidden treasures on the back The sword is gradually dimming due to long-term loss
The fire of red leaves illuminates the autumn of Jiuzhaigou
The flowing poems of frost are waiting
p>
Familiar footsteps knock on the door to heaven
The wind carries devout prayers from afar
Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags
Washed away the scattered dust in the soul
The waters led by the horns
Transmitted a clear message between the stone and the sky
/p>
Life is opened by a clear Buddha's light
The dance inspired by the bonfire
The primitive restlessness in the bones comes out
Countless birds Wings flapping in dreams
The white swan confuses the ripples of the water
The silver music is full of ageless wisdom
Walking through Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn
All living things will
Be cleaner than when they came
Personal introduction: Wang Jiucheng, Jiuzhaigou Poems
Text/Wang Jiucheng
1 .On the road to Jiuzhaigou
The thinning road took over my growing body
and kept going upwards.
Hold the belt of the clouds with the hands of the snow peaks
and look down with the eyes of the sky
The overlap of roads
The water of the Minjiang River does not stop for a moment, moving towards< /p>
The distant destination is rushing
Far away from the soul, far away
Colorful and pure Haizi
The girl whose face is dyed red by the sun , is it
the crystal inside the stone, or
the mysterious spell without consecration.
Greetings
Touches from every visitor
The profound Tibetan songs are ringing in the ears
The thin oxygen is enough to breathe
The eagle's circling and pecking make the cloud patterns more colorful
The sun stops with difficulty
The yak finds it easily
Poor cordyceps
A slight cough hurts the heart and lungs
Just a piece of soil can grow a wooden house
Rice from afar Slowly adapting
The hardness of hypoxia
On this road to Jiuzhaigou
I arrived at a place
Many people are poor A height that he will never reach in his lifetime
2. Jiuzhai in late winter
When the snow on the roadside warms my sight
I Hearing the confession of running water
The call of thousands of years
Approaching step by step deep in the heart
The road becomes more twists and turns
One by one A mountain peak rushed towards me
Entering the hinterland from the height of hypoxia
From modernity to primitiveness, in an instant
I forgot my own existence
< p> The bonfire approaching the nightDance wildly in Guozhuang
Where there is fire, there is a fiery heart
Where there is dancing, there is a dancing soul
Can the falling waterfall wake up
The phoenix resting in the water
The transparent wind may dance
The sleeping dragon on the peak< /p>
In this fairy tale world
I saw an ancient village
In that ancient village
there was a handful of things that I had lost Tibetan Knife
3. Returning from Jiuzhaigou and visiting Tibetan people’s homes
I saw the maternal eagle from a distance
hovering on the top of the mountain at sunset
< p> Colorful prayer flagsTell the piety of the wind
The holy mountain shines with ageless light
The roadside is dotted with figures lying on the ground
The suffering of blood
Hidden in the desolate pastoral
Handing out the snow-white hada
Good luck greetings
Hidden The pride of home awaits
Boiling butter tea
The girl’s face glows red on the stove
Highland barley wine bounces around
Bounced into my mortal heart
The legend of polyandry
Pulled my painful nerves
Chanting sutras placed above the head
Purified my dusty journey
Returned from the magical paradise
Walked into dignity from the fairy tale
I call the people here brothers and sisters< /p>
The picture here is more like my dream
4. Walking through Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn
In this water area warmed by the sky and flames
The laurel wreath of ice and snow is reflected in the blue water
The gorgeous clothes of Heyun
The transparent fish grows up in the thousands of years of folk songs
The hidden treasure on the back The sword is gradually dimming due to long-term loss
The fire of red leaves illuminates the autumn of Jiuzhaigou
The flowing poems of frost are waiting
p>
Familiar footsteps knock on the door to heaven
The wind carries devout prayers from afar
Tibetan scriptures floating on the prayer flags
Washed away the scattered dust in the soul
The waters led by the horns
Transmitted a clear message between the stone and the sky
/p>
Life is opened by a clear Buddha's light
The dance inspired by the bonfire
The primitive restlessness in the bones comes out
Countless birds Wings flapping in dreams
The white swan confuses the ripples of the water
The silver music is full of ageless wisdom
Walking through Jiuzhaigou Valley in late autumn
All creatures will
be cleaner than when they arrived