Modern poetry is heading for a broad spring.
Wenyong Huang Rui
Your heart is wider than the earth.
So the fire in my eyes
Burn like a flower
Until my ashes
It is fertile ground for sunshine.
This is the shadow of summer
Since stepping out of the threshold of embryonic narrowness
My Chunjiang River
Go straight east.
Towards the ocean of your higher season.
I remembered the pain of budding when I was in nirvana in the cracks.
And the scream of a clear heart
In the tenderness of spring.
My loneliness is rock solid.
Push open the door of a flower
Open a way for fruit.
Just for our taller trees in spring.
Vast torrent and deep echo