With a guilty attitude, always pointing to yourself.
White hair takes all the time to grow into a light source.
Supreme. Like my head, with loneliness
-Qin Feng
Photo of this issue: Cloth driver in spicy community
Sit and forget, or sit and ride.
"No, there should be light. Instead, it shines! "
I'm sure this is my own voice.
The only echo walking between heaven and earth
This echo, embracing lightning and thunder through the body.
I was born again before everything.
Everything, once awakened again, is eternal life.
"The sunshine that breaks through the window is a wound that penetrates deep into the body."
At this moment, summer noon is in full swing.
I fought the sun god three quarters before noon.
At that moment, I saw the falling sunshine.
Pull out the blood spray light from the wound at the tip of the sword.
"Never look back, but follow and recall with projection."
The fingers of the sundial cover the empty face of human beings.
With a guilty attitude, always pointing to yourself.
White hair takes all the time to grow into a light source.
Supreme. Like my head, with loneliness
"The mirror is also a mask, but it never pretends."
Give you naked. Let the mind organs
Open to the darkness of the body.
Turn into glass, give light, and give it to you.
A surface that reflects light from all directions.
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Lonely lamp in the depth of time
The candlelight tonight is like the blood of the dead.
Ignite the whole course of your life one by one.
Your destiny in life is bright at the moment.
Dimfragrance, floating face, endless peace
In my most painful time
Candlelight and music in exile
The waves penetrate the night and the skin.
You are the liquid flame in my body.
Stop the bleeding light and love
Who is at a loss in the center of the storm?
The familiar voice is so far away from me.
And abstract upright hearing.
Time has become wind and frost.
Loneliness is on the way here.
Can no longer be like a red dragonfly in the sunset.
Fly back to the pond of childhood
And the tree of love
All the crowded love
In the end, there was only one man and one woman left.
The rest of you and I are like a page-by-page book.
We are all readers, in every line.
There are too many blanks in hieroglyphics.
I can hear breathing or coughing in history.
Love changes from adjective to verb, and finally becomes
The noun first love has become synonymous with dusty memory.
Stand in a line as if you had made a mistake.
silent
Days of deja vu.
Came to me and left me.
In addition to the back is the footprint.
A face of smoke and ashes
Only years and expressions of love are left.
Flowers falling to the ground with residual temperature
Is losing the elasticity of the soul.
South to the front.
Take away the fragrance and temperature of the season.
I can only use my dead hands.
Catch the peeling winter
Your departure never seems to come.
A season is getting old like this.
I cut off the winter and let the snow fall one after another.
Bury yourself one by one.
A gust of wind
Through the season, love at will.
The ultimate problem is to find
The only reason to live
Pear flower-a woman who lost her virginity
Kneel on my heart.
Bury spring
Who is smiling at the strange self?
Or see you again when I miss you.
I didn't know I was alive.
On the edge of the dark planet
Who basks in the sun every day?
Walk with your own shadow
I enjoy it day and night.
Loneliness and death
The last flower of the season absorbed the light of the years.
As the wind and frost fall, the leaves fall gently with me.
Gently landed on the nearest grave.
The thick/lush growth of grass
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Poetry criticism
Xinyi (Sichuan)
These are two poems written in August. The high temperature in August scorches the earth, and poetry in August can also burn people's skin.
The poem "Sit Forget or Sit Chi" continues the inherent characteristics of Qin Feng's powerful aura. The difference is that this poem is full of internal conflicts and contradictions, as if two kinds of air currents in the poet's heart are fighting and struggling. This kind of struggle is obvious in 1 to 3' s poems, which can be understood as negative and positive, dark and bright, past and present, forward and backward, reality and ideal, reality and dream, and so on.
The second "A Lonely Lamp in the Depth of Time" is self-reflective, comprehensible, solo and euphemistic. Atmosphere is the basic point of Qin Feng's poetry, but this poem is characterized by smoothness outside the atmosphere, hope after despair and flame after indifference, so it is full of ups and downs to read, especially the divinity and prophetic language, which makes the poetic context extend infinitely and be full of awe.
The images of imagination and tension in Liquid Flame, Exiled Candlelight and Music, Falling Flowers on the Ground/Losing the Elasticity of Soul are both joyful and sad, bright and desolate, full and withered. This is poetry, it is invisible, but it can linger in your mind, vague and beautiful.
Qin Feng, whose real name is Pu, is a doctor of literature and a distinguished writer of Chengdu College of Literature. He has won the first Tianfu Literature Award, Su Dongpo Literature Award, Li Yu Literature Award, Shanghai Citizen Poetry Festival Poetry Award, Italy Meletto International Poetry Award and Sydney International Poetry Festival Poet Award. He was invited to attend the 27th World Congress of Poets (India) and wrote a collection of poems "Walking Alone".