Poetry | The sound of heartbeat

Text/Liu Chongqing

◎ Lotus

The temple pillow the mountain, the mountain pillow around the waves

Above the cliff, the old monk asked

What do you hear? I say

Mountain Wind and Water Promotion Buddhism

Compassion, the old monk is speechless

Two palms together, I am fixed

Xiangyunqi, lotus bloom

No hustle and bustle

◎ heartbeat

As a childhood, crazy until the middle of the night

Qiancun to Houwan, black 到

The road to go home is so long, the left side

There is also an old grave 座

Born, walking at night

Can't blow a whistle either

When you are in a hurry, you roar up a model scene

——In Lin Haixueyuan, red light high photos

Until the familiar door

The voice of calling mother, still

Can't hold on the bang's chest

Today, Snail House

There are more lights at night than stars

Black and white are not clear. Think about

The day of childhood walking night road

I can always hear my heartbeat

◎ Heart is like a mirror

monkey

Can't get out of the moon in the pond

Fog

Can't cover the eyes of the stars

Doubt at night, monkey onlookers

Water, nothing to say. When the heart is like a mirror

The pond can be installed, not just

Moon and Stars

◎ Rebirth

If, in the mango season

I'm going to grow old, please take me

Plant in that clear water

Green grass, micro waves, sunlight as nutrients

Maybe I can grow into one

Free fish. At least

You can use the slender legs of egret

Harvesting poems are generally clear

◎ Dream

Walking deep into the night

Like to cross the fog, find

There is no result of destination

It was broken when I woke up

Half, fog

Half, remember to keep

◎ Qingxiu

In July, the hustle and bustle of the city

Smart over the stove, there is Xianshan on the south

Xianshan is clear and good. Think

, Listen to the beautiful monk

Twist the beads, top irrigation 珠

Mountain breeze, birds, the sun is just right

Copy the road, take the path, think about

Magpie, thrush road. Have

White -belly black backbird passed by and threw it down

Howling, shit urine splashed his head

The forest of Xianshan is too large, all birds have

Birds are unknown, I wait for fate

Go this time, and praise the Great Tragedy Mantra

Author Unit: Propaganda Department of Hanchuan Municipal Party Committee

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