◎Autumn divination
Autumn, those bowing grass many
such as rice, sorghum , apples, persimmons, pomegranates
They say goodbye to the land, pay tribute to
Then go their separate ways
Let time stop, when the land gives fruit
The wine cup controlled by the autumn wind is already slight The lost sunshine in the blood vessels
gives birth to the dream of the soil
standing in autumn is happy
in the low world
collect autumn colors
cooking the fiery red days
3 ◎ Autumn wind passes
The wind passes by me, and you can hear the sound of the fruit cracking. At this moment, the autumn sun just happened to
The chanting of life drifted far away with the fragrance
Wild chrysanthemum The dewdrops dizzy on the stamens
Language is like a field, stretching out long tentacles
At this moment, the thoughts do not need to confine
such time, it is the most beautiful scene of my heart, connected to the sky and the earth, so freely Everything is coming, filled with moving joy
swimming with the autumn wind, the old autumn
is on the branches, on the ridges, in the palm of my palm
in the shaking wind
◎Dried lotus
rinsed soul, in the autumn wind
falls into the mud. The silence I saw
was contaminated with the dust of time. The destiny water
cannot control death
thin lines install the whole late autumn
is always too light, so it cannot contain the inner
struggle. Including the sky that needs to be looked up to
including the years between prosperity and decline. Ink and wash
freehand lotus, open the wilderness
another way, surround the white rice paper
, slowly exuding my poem
◎ frost fall day
Heaven and earth are silent, the sun is still good
Everything deserves this season, a hint of sentimental
Rapid aging in the heart is clearly visible
Some plants are so fresh that it makes people thrill
Cut time, where those frost passes
even desire is slow, starting from the heart
uses memories and protection to comfort the soft part
It looks like a certain relationship, and it needs to be cleaned slowly
The sky is transparent, rumination life is complicated
The shadow of running goes far in the superposition
The samsara of plants and trees, "What will happen next moment?"
The wind takes away the wind, and also takes away the dark wounds
◎The lights of insomnia
Time is above time, inverted
I am awake alone, the sentence in the dark is sent The stars of light are blocked by the time, wandering with sadness and joy, and are not enough to feed the vast faith. "The broken notes are squirming in the body"
approaches nothingness, and is close to the stones on the edge of the cliff
dozing in a pile of words, the wings of the flesh lose their feathers
Insomnia lights fall off the dust
hide. The faded grass leaves are an abstract painting of
Blood and bones dance in the fragments of glass
I saw the person who ran away carries the blanks that the last name
needs to be filled, slowly annihilated
3◎Narration
Memory takes root, and a flower
emits light. Thin joy
floats in the world of trekking. The moss of thought
is stained with the desolation of the years. The long tentacles
and the metaphor of unknown origin are the same as a page in a book
In the gaps between words, the lively and lonely
The sacrifice of the sun, the warm and pious heart
Some shadows overlap with the people coming from afar
The days and staggering fireworks are crushed together, and the body is lowered, and then lowered
like the predecessor of a grass. narrated on the
crock pot filled with rain. And I am just a listener
◎ Autumn out of context
When we talk about the land and the peasants of autumn, the wind
blows into my body, the colorful canvas
slowly opens in my body
, and the shy fruit is also in my body
, just like everything comes into its place, just like me, making
the secret of the soil collection.We talk about the clear dew, the wild chrysanthemums blooming on the hillside, and the sky is high, and a bird's singing deepens the colorful release in my body. I fell from the first leaf, and I was dizzy on a small stamen. To prove what, please prepare blessings for the pleasant
time, including looking at
in the vast chapter, getting deeper and deeper
◎Grass and trees
Write down the grass and trees, the grass and trees are deeper alone, this great time
becomes soft, the breath is warm and intoxicating
The blue sky is open with the smell of flowers, the smell of grass
Happy horses freeze the scenery
dust smoke , the grass and trees are awake, the eyes are good
wind puts thoughts on the tips of grass and branches
In the light time, pointing faith into clouds
kneeling down to worship the land under your feet
Everything can be touched and listened, and you can look sideways at the sadness and joy between inches of land. One turn will calm you
like the world of grass and trees
choose, and go on, and go without hesitation
Guanhua, a native of Dali, Shaanxi. He has published more than 500 poems in "Chinese Poet", " Yanhe ", "Poetry Selection", "Poetry Forest", "Green Wind", "Haiyan", "Yalu River", "Ya Lu River", etc. and was selected into the annual selection of various poetry. He is a member of Chinese Poetry Society, Shaanxi Writers Association member, and vice chairman of Dali County Writers Association. He has written collections of poems such as "Missing Flowers in Spring" and "South of the Wei River".
