Xue Ying
Xue Ying, formerly known as Zhang Xiuming, is a poet and calligrapher born in the 1990s. Studied at Yangzhou University and is a member of the China Young Poets Association. I started writing poetry in 2007 and have been fascinated by it ever since. He has won many awards and was named a rising poet born in the 1990s.
Chinese name: Xueying
Nationality: Chinese
Occupation: poet, calligrapher, member of China Young Poets Association
Graduation School School: Yangzhou University
Main achievements: Named as a emerging poet born in the 1990s
Representative works: The first issue of "Thousands of Chinese Contemporary Poems"
Personal introduction
Xue Ying, formerly known as Zhang Xiuming, was born in the 1990s. She first studied at Yangzhou University and is a member of the China Young Poets Association. I started writing poetry in 2007 and have been fascinated by it ever since. The first issue of "Thousands of Contemporary Chinese Poems" has won many awards and was named a emerging poet born in the 1990s.
Appreciation of the works
How can I be happy when I miss you
This is a night that cannot be drunk with brandy
And a Chinese that cannot be burned During the day
I look around in the gap of time
Fantasy
The suit on the left front and the skirt on the right back
Are you with me? My eyes are watching in one direction
Suddenly missing the flying of a kite
Thousands of rivers and mountains
The interaction between sea and sky
The wind passes without a trace The waves
And the palms painted with the same pattern
On the road I walked with you
My footprints grow with a smile
Make an appointment
Let's go pick up a ray of sunshine
Give it to those days when we are together and apart
Us and them
At this time At that time
Missing Weiyang
A Hundred Years of Loneliness (Poetry)
(1)
At dusk
I The smile is a ruins
In the gaze
Who is still behind the scenes of memory
Explaining its former glory
(II )
Walking along the path of the second hand
A cycle of twelve hours of life
Flowers bloom and fade
When someone leaves time
The hands did not stop turning
So
open your eyes to watch the flowers bloom
and then run with the second hand
< p>Finally, I smiled and watched the flowers slowly wither.(3)
The thick cold air at night
Withered the residual heat in my limbs
< p>Sitting alone in the roomI used silence to cover the depth of my thoughts
Facing the manuscript paper
My gaze
In Guarding the holiness that has no other aspirations
Facing the boundless darkness in front of you
Flowers, snow and moon are just a luxury
The beauty of the sun and moon that will last forever
p>
With the passage of time
Only memories will fade away
Between sparse fingerprints
And my scattered footprints
Who is summoning a rainy life
Close your eyes and wait for the sun to rise again
Then use a century of light
Depress me for a hundred years Loneliness
(4)
The sound of cicadas
At this moment, maybe the summer wind
has disturbed my thoughts
The years with you
Every little bit
have become forever in my memory
(5)
Summer evening
The wind breaks my longing
Silent steps
The invisible end
Just in front of that strangeness
Tears drowned in waiting
Who forgot yesterday
And who said
Because I love you
So it is doomed
I will be alone for a hundred years
Missing Poems
A smiling face
Floating into the misty rain Hazy spring
When the flowers have not yet bloomed
Whose footsteps attracted butterflies
Maybe...
Maybe that’s because
Missing people are flowing everywhere in the north and south of the river
(2)
The grass is dry
The grass is green again
How much I miss you
I was carried by the wind through here
Carrying it alone
Emotions that can never be let go in a lifetime< /p>
Falling in love with the Red Mansion
Open the window and the wind is light
The world is quiet
Missing is like a glass of wine
I was drunk by last night’s dream
Fell in love from now on
The Red Mansion with eternal love poems
I like to read every sentence carefully
Because there
There is a complete you