Xu Xue, formerly known as Xu Cunxiang, was born in Qin 'an County, Gansu Province, 1969. Now living in Jinchang. Member of Chinese Poetry Society and Gansu Writers Association. Poems are scattered in many literary periodicals, such as Poetry Magazine, Youth Literature, Star, Selected Poems, Poetry Forest, West, Poetry Tide, Green Wind, Flying, Dunhuang Poetry Magazine and so on. He published three poems, in Hexi, spring is so simple, summer is so impetuous. Some poems were selected as figures of the year in China in 2005, selected poems of China in 2007, selected poems of China in 20 14, selected poems of China in 2008, selected poems of China and Gansu in 2009 and selected works of Gansu literature in the new period? Poetry collection, flying for 60 years? Selected poems such as Lyric China won the second and fourth Yellow River Literature Awards in Gansu Province.
Who is whistling outside the window?
Who is whistling outside the window? be endless
Wake me up from a sweet dream
I was lying in bed alone and my leg cramped.
But think about it, the bed is too cold.
The electric mattress is under me.
You have the switch? I want to open it.
Let the current warm my body.
But I endured and endured, and I still held back.
I want to turn on the light and let it shine. I usually feel very small.
But tonight I feel the room is very big.
Let me see the room where I have lived for twelve years.
This simple thing.
It left a mark on my heart.
In 40 minutes? That lonely lamp
Always like a sleeping old man
Think about January's income and expenses.
I gave a long sigh.
It was dark outside the window.
The window is dark.
There's just an endless whistle outside the window.
Put a man named Xu Xue on the window.
Torture again and again
There are no clouds in the distant sky.
Sometimes I sit alone in the afternoon.
Imagine what's on the grassland.
I am a rider.
Walk behind a flock of sheep
There are no clouds in the distant sky.
Dedicate oneself to Gobi
Every cup of green tea is good wine.
But sometimes I sit alone in the afternoon.
I want to go to the grassland.
Think of the riders on the grassland.
Living in Gobi
There should be such a moment.
Look at the dunes.
You can't be too tired to live like this.
ill-timed
Imagine that flowers are out of season. Thank you.
I laughed when I cried.
Standing in the sun at noon in late autumn
My eyes turned to the random scenery.
The passing time leaves no trace.
Winter is too long.
My head is covered with snow.
It's late autumn.
My clothes are getting more and more every day
I think I will disappear completely soon.
West
When the sun went down, I went back to my home on the mountain.
The sunset at home stands beside my parents.
Eat sugar and coquetry.
Just like I went home last Spring Festival.
Sunset is happiness, this kind of happiness
A brief fantasy of a man in his thirties.
Fantasy is beautiful.
I know that perfection can only be pursued in fantasy?
Good sister? May fantasy always accompany you.
Keep a certain distance from loneliness
Now?
The whistling wind outside the window
Is it tight? willies
It seems that Hexi tonight is in this gale.
Will disappear without a trace
In the light? My hand holding the pen began to shake.
All the joints in the leg ache faintly.
At this time? I began to hate my ancestors.
-Long hair? Lack of knowledge
I don't live under the big pagoda tree in Shanxi.
Why did you settle in this hellhole? Give birth to a child, raise a child
Lord, can you tell me?
I am waiting for your reply at the moment.
Fourteen lines in late autumn
Open and close a book? Close and open again.
I was doing the same thing all night.
Is your lover sick? On this late autumn night
Disease or recurrence?
-Old illness or multiple sclerosis
Lover lying in bed? The bottle is still hanging.
This is the eleventh bottle of infusion bag today.
White light shone on her face.
I saw her face as pale as light.
This is the third time my wife has been admitted to this hospital this year.
This hospital is in the city where I live.
This is first-rate.
But the lover's body is still getting weaker every day.
Is the wind still blowing outside the window? I heard.
The sound of leaves falling to the ground is sad and helpless.
For many years, I have been fascinated by such a moon.
In the clear sky, the moon is like a silver plate.
The moonlight shone on the ground, crystal clear.
This is what I like.
That vast field
That bright field
A field without mulch
Beauty lies in the depths.
For years, I have been fascinated by
Such a moon, the slightest
Dare not neglect
On a full moon night, I always
Look up at your neck
It hurts so much that I give you the most beautiful posture.
Enjoy the moon alone.
In my heart, I keep telling myself
It is easy to see the moon.
Just look up, why be sad?
Standing on the balcony in the middle of the night
I looked up and sadness followed.
For nothing but one person.
Looking at the moon alone, it is round again.
Month, is also incomplete.
Just like the bright moonlight, it can't compare with the sunshine.
Notes, or Qingming poems
Because of his father who died for many years.
Ex-wife who died of illness for nine years.
Today, I feel a little sad.
Afraid of accumulating sadness on sadness
I didn't go to the grave, but I was alone.
I stayed at home and wanted to write a poem.
Just remember the people you love.
Who knows, staying at home is like staying together.
In the dark, the wind blew in through the door.
I feel the biting cold.
Sitting on the sofa, facing last night
After drinking half a cup of tea, I was in a daze.
There are just two mosquitoes and flies at this time.
Put it on a cup of tea to drive them away.
As soon as I reached out, the cup fell to the ground.
I heard it crack.
Is so lonely, and at this moment.
I'm going to tell that broken cup
Please take a message to my two relatives.
I have a good life in this world.
Tian guiling
At the dinner table, my colleague Tian Guiling
Like a nagging aunt
Talking about my son over and over again
Said he was not only obedient, but also polite when he was a child.
In the senior high school entrance examination, the score was still the second in the city.
But after he went to high school
A completely different person, not just lying.
be lavish with one's money
The most hateful is a Saturday.
afternoon
I'm trying on the skirt I just bought.
Her son pushed the door and came in. She used her hand.
Cover your chest.
Guess what my son said.
He said, What are you building?
Your breasts are much worse than my partner's.
She was forty that year and her son was a sophomore.
At the dinner table, my colleague Tian Guiling
After three glasses of wine, it's
Talking about my son over and over again
..... As he spoke, he began to cry.
Where am I?
Home is in Tianshui?
Where is my ancestral grave?
Home in Jinchang?
My mother is there.
Home is in Wuhan?
Where is my love?
Home is in Fujian?
My son is there.
At this time, the setting sun shines late.
Tired birds return to their nests. Where am I?