Zheng Min's poem 1: golden rice skewers
The golden ear of rice stood
In the autumn fields,
I think of countless tired mothers.
On the way to dusk, I saw that beautiful wrinkled face.
The full moon on the harvest day is at
On the top of the towering tree
In the twilight, the mountains in the distance
Around our hearts
No statue can be more silent than this.
You have so much fatigue on your shoulders.
It extends all the way to the distance.
Akita bowed his head in thought.
Silence. Silence. History is nothing more than
By a flowing river.
And you, standing there
Will become a concept of human beings.
Zheng Min's Poetry Part II: Disappointment
We are all in the same shadow,
Touch the railing and talk,
The first wind in autumn is really cold!
Once when I looked down,
As if I felt the sunshine touching my face,
Oh, my cheeks are like melting snow,
My heart is like hot wine,
I looked up and shouted to you:
No, we're all in the same sunshine, okay?
Touch the railing and talk,
The sun in autumn is really warm!
Why only smile with your hands?
As it turns out, on the shore, on the boat,
The ship slowly moved towards
The sunny water over there has gone away.
Zheng Min's Poems Part III: Secrets
The sky is like a melting glacier.
When the gray clouds split and fly;
Gray clouds are like sails in a storm,
In the wind, birds fall from the sky with clouds;
At this window, I suddenly gave a corner of the blue sky.
It's like seeing it for the first time from a carved ice hole.
The running water that has been waiting there quietly for a long time;
The mirror-like sky has the shadow of spring.
A big tree without leaves, on its spire.
The melancholy of a long winter is like a bird raising its wings;
Everything, from the chaotic chorus finally extended a phrase.
A young man opened the window,
It's like seeing a glowing white tower in a dream.
He raised his whole soul.
But he's not one of us
He is listening: the distant sea, the mountains and the depths of the earth.
fantasy
When the morning is continuous
Improvement of brightness, color and cleanliness
Chorus with the whole universe.
He is a set of dances and a chapter of music.
From the disappearance and peeling of time
-This is a-a-a flap-
In order to achieve the greatest glory and maturity,
On the branches painted with black lines.
Keep last year's dead leaves,
Many small silver rolls, in
In the sunshine of another spring.
Oh, it's sadness that turns into happiness!
Young people go their own way.
-It's spring in full bloom-
Step, step, life, what did you do?
What job? just ...
So: every drop will hurt.
Stir the juice into happiness.
Did you have no idea at first?
A bird, twisting its head and blinking.
Icy rivers.
We are all bathed in its washing.
When the morning brings her fresh and cool.
Her grass smells, and she swims with keen happiness.
Like a flock of silent white geese
My heart is shaking.
Oh, if I were an unimpeded person.
The open forest embraces.
A beautiful day came to me.
It was two rusty doors that suddenly locked.
Xinhe and all his pains and joys.
That's the first ray of sunshine.
Shine into the wet valley
The first revolutionary foot
Step into an abandoned castle.
The swift current bypassed one hundred ancient trees.
Every molecule keeps it in mind