Poetry ｜ Tan Qingyou: Words with temperature (group poems)

Text/Tan Qingyou

The Minjiang Sleeping around

We will care about our destiny

Care about this river that sleeps next to us

Care about its flow velocity, its calmness and turbulent

Care about its rising or falling water line

There are fish and stones in the river, many times

When we didn't see Jiang, we would imagine those pebbles

Turned to swim in the water, chasing each other

Stir the joy of Yijiang

More nights, we look at the Minjiang River in the moon

Zen, who is quiet for thousands of years, see all panic

We are calm and calm, our hearts are good

Think of good things away, like a hundred flowers and bright flowers

This river is our loved ones secretly identified

We often touch its intimate water sound to fall asleep

Familiar with its upstream and downstream like we are familiar with our blood

The native origin of this river is our origin

We go out not only to clean up the moonlight in the hometown

Also clean up this river, carry it with you

If necessary, listen to the details of the waves and quench thirst

Tear a piece of silver moonlight to relieve the ravioli

Aju Stone Carvings

After the cold stones are used by the ingenious craftsmanship

There are shapes and languages

They are the gods worshiped

In the dignified and majestic manner

Repeatedly advocated the charity of the world

Long history like a fire handle burning

Fire light always illuminates their faces

The wind and rain are not going to their colors

Millennium expression and complaint

You can close your eyes and stare at them

Read a bit of light and bright

The cliffs of Bashan Shushui

A huge long volume is wide up

There is no roll on the roll, leaving a hurried horseshoe

No dispute smoke

Only the spark of ideological sparks of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism

Still splashing so far

This is a text without text

This is the most vivid pattern in the drawing

In every expression

All the wishes of the carvings are merged

We will read them one by one

Read the wisdom and pride of a nation directly

It has risen for a long time in my heart

Unwilling to float

Walking in Jitou Temple Village

The rooster's cry, wake up this land again

Sunshine takes photos on time every day

Flowing vitality everywhere

A beautiful figure flashed in the small building

The fish jumping out of the water surface

Stirring the layers of ripples in your heart

The winding village road, step by step

You can step on the love festival and story step by step

Change the village with a new coat, every soil

Can rub out fresh topics

Zhang Zhang's smiley face, telling

Happiness, comfort and wishful

We like to listen to the loud chicken sounds

Round in this courtyard

Driven the rooster in that courtyard again

Sing and song enthusiastically

Chen Ziang Reading the Liner

When it comes to reading, it seems

The wind and rain will come out of the pages

Chen Ziang once set up a Taiwanese here to study

What he read is the community of Datang

A sigh in his poems

Make the mountains and rivers have been stunned for thousands of years

The leisure of the heavens and the earth, the leisure of the heavens and the earth

Only text is not easy to fade

Only the momentum is still bright

Knock the crisp sound of copper

Youzhou Taiden will be higher at a time

The feet will also be soft. Thousands of people look back

I will also keep an eye on the reading station

It seems that I can only study attentively

In order to read the life of life

Only to have opportunities, Qi Yuxuan pointed to Jiangshan

Qingshang Gudu

Bluestone, always paved from the street

Put to the River River

As if this is a retreat for years

Leave the years, and there is a rivers of rivers

A few boats that can go to the other side

The paddle tablets can not only boil the water, but also open the sadness

The river water is not turbulent at all, turbulent

It's our heart

It is our lament of a cavity of the days of passing

Once looking back, there will be ancient sipping sounds

Wet wet us

When we go far

Sitting there is still Sitting there firmly

The story of Muluo becomes its thick breathing

A ancient ferry, still going ferry

Easy or hurriedly insisting on wading time

Siliconized wood

Hundreds of millions of years ago, you were in a chance

The bombardment falls, making life abruptly stopped

You sleep deeply, sleeping all over the world

Sleeping bed in the earth, I haven't giving you panic and fear again

At the time of seeing the sun, you are transparent

That year, it became your last memory

It is clear that the tree looks like a tree, but it is no longer

The texture of the wood, a crystal clear like jade

You are willing to be so noble

I am still willing to go back to the past, stand upright on the earth

Let the branches shake the wind and rain for a day?

【About the Author】

Tan Qingyou, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association. In "Poetry", "Children's Literature", "Star", "Shanghai Poet", "Poetry", "Poetry Tide", "Sichuan Literature", "Hebei Literature", "Shandong Literature", "Flying", "Shenzhen Special Economic Zone Literature", "Dianchi Lake", "Young writer 》 Poems such as domestic and foreign newspapers have published more than a thousand poems. Published 10 books such as "Through the Dusk", "Small Sunshine Granules", "The Rain Striving on the Strings", "Calm, or In restlessness" and "Speaking of the Secret Word of Time" and other 10 books. He has won the National Poetry Contest for many times.

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