God restores some facts, hypocrisy, treachery and deliberate.
All the spilled blood, not left, not left.
The world is still white and the sunshine is still warm. It's just those sins ...
Curse greed, curse killing, curse endless desire.
Poor, innocent children, bearing unnecessary burdens. A disaster, another disaster.
Until that stone blocked the blood vessels, stiff into the devil's robbery hell, and the hole on the 18th floor was opened.
Solidification, wind candle, extinction of celestial collision, from here to there, destruction!
The original sin of creating life cannot bury the body, and black occupies everything.
Say something else, such as weeds, which are alive and in full bloom.
But a big fire burned all her branches and leaves, leaving no dream.
But she is still alive, from the root up, re-growing bones, and looks charming.
Years, years, a stone, filled with her stubbornness.
An activated grass, a kind idea, the soul becomes a spirit.
A word endorsement, a simple position. Petrochemical, spring.
A jade smile, a wadding in the wind, a piece of me, heaven and earth.
Poetry 2 about stones is not easy to be covered with mud.
It's been buzzing all day.
It says—
Can't see the flowers in spring.
Can't see the green of summer
Can't see autumn.
Can't see the winter sun
The soil is silent, and the soil no longer grows for it.
Let it show.
One day, a passerby passed by.
Saw this stone and took it away.
Knock, knock, the stone broke into countless small pieces
Go through the changes of four seasons.
But the stone is not happy.
Only then did it understand-
The true self is in my heart, not a deliberate pursuit.
Happiness also comes from this!
About Stone Poetry 3 Because I remembered the collection of short stories "Wind chimes" given to me by teacher Yao Mingbo, a local writer in Ryan, I looked for it again and watched it again. As for Mr Yao, I remembered Liu, the chairman of Cangnan Federation of Literary and Art Circles, whom I met in a hurry.
It was the summer of 2009, and the weather was extremely hot-second only to this year's high temperature; At that time, some friends and I participated in an exhibition in Cangnan. The exhibition was hit by a super typhoon. One morning a few days before the wind blew, a young man in his forties came to my booth. When he saw my seal cutting, he leaned in and said with great interest, Qingtian stone carving friends can also seal cutting, ok!
It is rare for someone to boast about such hot weather, and they are as happy as selling stone carvings. After a few words, we talked about literature unconsciously. He told me that he had been to Qingtian to participate in a literary creation activity. "I know the chairman of Qingtian Federation of Literary and Art Circles-Zeng Weiyang, and your teachers Li, Emirates and Ye? . "
I am surprised that a Cangnan person knows a lot about the leaders of Qingtian culture. Later, he told me that his surname was Liu, and he was the chairman of Cangnan Federation of Literary and Art Circles. "Five hundred years ago, we were a family!" He smiled and said to me. I'm a little eccentric, I have almost no emotional intelligence, and I feel uncomfortable when I meet leaders, but this is a big exception. About the third day, several young men engaged in seal cutting came to buy seals, saying that they were Mr. Liu's students. Later, there was a typhoon, and we never met again.
This year, I rushed the duck to the computer and typed the word "Liu", and found that he had long been famous in poetry. I read some of his works and was shocked to learn that President Liu died in a car accident on July 26th, 20xx! What a genius. Like Mr. Ye from Qingtian, President Liu actually left without warning, which made the whole Cangnan cry!
"In front of stones and poems, people just rush by." Liu, a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River who loved poetry and stones all his life, was a powerful poet who opened the world for Cangnan culture, so he left in a hurry. He left eight heavy poems to the world and proved the extraordinary vitality of poems with his own works!