play with dolls
Editor's Note: Doll, whose real name is Tang Kai, is an employee of Ziyang Telecom Company. He is a poet who rose in Ziyang in recent five years. I'm afraid not many people in Ziyang know the poet's doll. In this material age, literature has been neglected, let alone poetry. However, the doll, or poet Tang Kai, is a concrete existence for Ziyang. His poems are in Ziyang, Ankang and Shaanxi, and are well known to the outside world. Tang Kai's poems are avant-garde, chic and full of individuality. He overcame the geographical restrictions, and his poems were permeated with a cheerful spirit and hazy artistic conception. The poet Tang Kai is going far away. Not only his poems, but also a name we are not familiar with is doll. ...
In civil society,
I moved away from here more than ten years ago.
I forgot to close the window, and there was moisture that morning.
At that time, I was young and didn't care about anything.
Reading the notice of the Central Plains Military Region on the rostrum, I still have a boiling passion.
I don't know when to stop talking about it here.
As a sojourner, I am frustrated by the chaos and obsolescence here.
In spring, accompany friends to see the house and cross the east gate.
At the foot is a bluestone alley as thin as a rope.
The "July 1st Store" on Cross Street is still on sale.
Small groceries and old times, friends taking pictures.
Avoid dark yellow revolutionary quotations above the lintel
Connect the high fence with endless idleness.
Put them into the camera together, and the narrow sky with staggered eaves overhead.
In the attic, I don't know whose woman is humming folk songs in a low voice.
"Lian Deng level 360, only see a big city"
Follow the direction of moisture, and cross Cui Hua Street and Wooden Pailou.
Shijiagou plunged into the river bank, and the traffic on the road was rolling.
Zaichashan
In Chashan, every mountain is mine, and many good buds are arched out for me.
Maybe I think too much, but I can't cross the mountains.
Occasionally I will be in a trance, but the spring breeze is always a mess.
The tea dragon ran out of the little beast, and the plants became angry with people.
A few years ago, I often sat in the mountains and chatted with people until it was calm and the tea was clear.
Camellia are covered in gold, and gradually words can't convey their meaning.
The town at the foot of the mountain is disappearing.
On the mountain, I am a layman, and I just want to squander this luxurious mountain.
What a beautiful mountain view! I used the old one.
tea
While the water was still going on, the child appeared again with an apron around his waist.
Turn back, like a saddle.
An untamed wild horse was trapped in a small teahouse.
Do you miss the vastness of the grassland?
I stopped focusing on the sensitive world and turned to explore the secrets in my body.
How the flowing water merged into a lake reflects the gloom of the Middle Ages.
On the empty table, some lights collided repeatedly.
Deliberate, scream, argue in a low voice
"Boiling water can prolong their lives! Look. "
Silver needle, Maojian, Cuifeng, each point has a name, all from
The bottom of the cup stood up, revealing lush green.
It's like shouting a spell or an imperial edict: "wake up!"
According to your names, set off a storm! "
In the five northern provinces.
When entering the gate, a group of people were walking out, and the camera reflected light.
I felt a pain coming through the thick shadow under the osmanthus tree.
This embarrassment made me pause for a while and forgot to speak.
I forgot that the staggered sunshine behind the door chased the stone lions and couplets on the colonnade.
One is eye-catching, the other is gloomy, and there is a comfortable forbearance and calmness.
There is a quiet beauty in the yard at noon.
On the empty stage, emptiness is a hint, a process from scratch.
Not to hide everything, but to fill, fill and overflow.
It is also like the jagged green all over the sky, interspersed with texture and luster.
A tolerant attitude. A few people don't talk, warm and lonely.
Exposed to the vast spring, every sprout. In spring, the sleeves are all green.
Throwing it out is the sound of singing.
People in the same trade climbed the stone steps leisurely and looked at the murals in the main hall.
There are also reliefs on bluestones, and auspicious beasts that stir clouds.
Still following the precepts of spiritual practice, hiding in Tibet and China. Mutual peaceful release
Immersed in it, surrendered to a past, a ray of sunshine.
From an old tile, an inscription, and an expanding legend
Relive the fading years of the town