Perhaps because I was born in the winter months, I especially like snow. I often say: no snow is not winter, no poetry shame snow.
Thirty years ago, in the month of Lunar New Year, in a township junior high school soon to be built in a classroom of the teaching building, I sat on a stool, watching dozens of big children wearing various colors of cotton clothes to do the final exam paper. The world was silent and the sky was overcast. In the midst of boredom, I lit up a cigarette and smoked it - at that time, smoking was not strictly prohibited, and no students would report it. Smoke off half, a twist of the head, see outdoor snowflakes rustling down. Ghostly, a sentence came up in the brain: the sky is a big round cigarette. So there is a small poem entitled "snow".
At that time, I had just turned 21 a few days (or maybe not).
Thirty years later, I was walking on the vast campus of the first county high school on an evening in the middle of the waxing moon. The sun was setting and the world was at peace. A wild magpie suddenly flew up from the bare branches of a phacelia. A few students joked and laughed as they walked by. On the side of the road, next to the flower beds, the snow that has not yet melted is flat and messy. Another ghostly sentence popped up in my head: countless whites, shattered all over the place. So there is a song "twilight after the snow".
At this time, I am not many days from the full 51 years old, avoiding smoking has been 11 and a half years.
About four or five miles southwest of the county campus, the township junior high school - long abandoned, hazelnut thicket.
Life, the original is a circle. But there is always a gap, so that the invisible ghosts and sacred congregations, out and about.
30 years from youth to white head, under the snow of half a lifetime, has not melted. It is condensed in the following, stylized miscellaneous, long and short, metrical sloppy poetry.
Heaven and earth is long, a drop in the ocean. The world is a small ocean, and these little bits and pieces of sadness and happiness are really nothing to write home about. However, not only is it my own, these lines of text after all, there is a heart beating. Perhaps, there will be one or two sentences or one or two songs, will let you and the past of a self, suddenly reunited.
It is a preface. January 24, 2022, the twenty-second day of the lunar month of the ancient calendar, the old north building office of the first middle school.
1. Snow
The sky is a big round cigarette
Beyond the universe
There is a giant sucking on
ceaselessly flicked down
white ash
So
Heaven and earth are covered with a landscape
burnt
and tender
About
This is the first time that I've seen the world, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen it. January, 1992
2. Snow
The winter of 1995 was a typical warm winter, with no rain or snow from the beginning of winter to New Year's Day. The weather was dry and colds were prevalent. On the second day of New Year's Day, I lost my bicycle and realized that not only is there a virus in the air, but there is also a virus in society and human nature: so I wrote this poem.
A severe winter without snow
No cloudy north wind
Cold becomes tacky
Sunshine becomes mediocre
Seasons are like spring in disguise
Tricked me out of my peace of mind
Trees are naked and cracked
Roots sleep on
Why is it the same today as it was yesterday
Why is it the same month after month
Why is it the same yesterday?
Why are the months the same
Why is it always the same?
Why is it always the same?
Let it snow -
I call for a nourishment
I pray for a kind of spirituality
Drifting in the universe
Purifying the living beings in the heaven and earth!
1996.1.3
3. Snow falls on New Year's Eve
Snowflakes
come from so far away
and fall on the boundless New Year's Eve
Thousands of families
light up the lamps and firecrackers and firecrackers
to welcome her
The old people and the children
become young in their dreams. And the young ones
have been chasing her
toward spring
2004 New Year's Eve at midnight
4. Snowy Nights to the Snow
You've been drifting like this since the beginning of time
The cloudy skies have allowed you to dance
What a dull winter it would be without you. Every house prays tenderly and silently
Countless gazes are as serene as water
Countless warm dreams are as gentle as the grass
Thoughts surge like tides as I look into the sky
Trembling lines of poetry burn silently toward you
When the lights go out and the darkness falls over
The souls have already flapped their wings
Toward the cosmic break of dawn
2005.12.30 (Friday) night, light snow
5. Snow (poem by teacher and student)
Title: Liu Hongliang
Student: Bu Sanzi
The northern part of the country dances with flying flowers, and all the flowers are competing with each other.
The flowers are floating like a feather, and the only thing that comes out of them is the wind in their sleeves.
The first time I saw a flower in the morning, it was all over the place.
The first time I saw this movie, I was in the middle of a movie, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of a movie, and I was in the middle of a movie.
The first step in the process is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in the world.
The world is a rugged and dirty place, and how many people can keep a clean face?
About 2007.1
6. Snowflakes
Winter snowflakes
Floating
Sunny day melt into water
Spring to moist green buds
Years of snowflakes
Floating down to my temples
Sunny day even more condensation
Why all the winds blowing and raining
The world is not a place to be, but it's a place to live.
2009.11.12 Morning
7. Confessions of a Snowflake
I came from the sky
I was born from the dark clouds
Gently
Gently and gently
I drifted down
I danced when there was a wind
I was surrounded by white flowers
I was more at ease without the wind.
I don't know what time is
I don't think about where I belong
Gently
Gently
I float down to you
I know the silence in the sky
I'm bringing the silence down here
Whether you take it or not
I don't care if I'm happy
I'll never be sad either.
2009.11.18 pm
8. Rain and Snow Lantern Festival
Falling rain and snow are misty in the sky, and the thunder shocks the snakes and dragons.
A thousand villages are silent for a while, and ten thousand houses are brightly lit.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the bottom of the problem.
The first time I saw the movie, I knew that I was going to have to go back to the old days, when I had to go back to the old days.
2010.2.28 (New Year's Eve) evening
9.
There were no lights on the night, but there was a song on the second floor, at the west end of the building.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Teachers and students are happy, and waiting for the spring tide to roll in.
2012.12.14 Friday night
11. You said you liked the snow
-- to all those who love the snow
You said you did not like the winter
Not like that piece of gray
That a burst of cold
You said You said you loved the snow
You loved the white flakes
The crystals
You said you loved to walk in the snow
There were countless sprites fluttering around you
You said you loved to look at your own footprints
Buried in the snow one by one
Born in the snow one by one
You said you loved to write on it
You said you loved to write in the snow. You say you like to write in the snow
Write a mysterious name
You say only snowflakes can read
Only snowflakes accompany you in your quest
For those shining eyes
You say you're beginning to like winter
You want to collect a piece of snow
You want to dream sweet dreams
You say that when you wake up from the dream
You can see the green trees.
You'll be able to see the green trees
You'll be able to bathe in the warm wind
2012.12.20Thursday, 23:30
12. Wo Yuhua
Original Poem
Who am I to look at my shadow and feel sorry for myself? The fate of the world is so bad that it is destroying me.
The snow and ice in the north is beautiful, but where can I enjoy the plum?
2013.1.21, 18:27 Post
And the poem
Into the world do not ask who I am, the fruit has been the horn urged.
I can see that the future is bright and beautiful, and I can keep a branch of plum in my heart.
2013.1.21, 18:44
13.2013 New Year's Eve
The dragon is in the sky, the snake is in the sky.
The firecrackers in the city and the countryside are vibrating, and the snow is capped in all directions.
The world is in a state of flux, and the world is in a state of decay.
We are waiting for the east wind to blow the flowers to bloom.
2013.2.9 (Lunar New Year's Day 29)
14.Wing April 19th snow
-- and Yuhua, Jianmin
Nothing in the world can resist the god of spring,
the demonic red and green fighting fragrance.
The snow is waking up a drunken dream,
and the color of spring is moving people and warning them.
2013.4.24, Wednesday, 19:35
Attachment:
Yuhua's poem
The snow fell and fell in the spring cold,
For whom did the sky tie up the white flowers?
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was able to see it on the screen, and I was able to see it on the screen!
2013.4.22, 08:50
Jianmin poem
Lonely east wind annoyed Cuihua,
Blow the remnants of the red powder fell to the end of the world.
The green emperor alone pity the old spring,
Nine snow festival peach blossom.
2013.4.24, 12:30
15. Waiting for the snow
1
North America is full of snow, England is full of water.
The hot sun bakes Brazil, the warm winter covers Shunyao.
The morning fog is heavy, and the night dream is full of flowers.
The people have been coughing for a long time.
***Hoping that the clouds will be thicker and the disease will be eliminated in the same period of time.
The Jade Dragon Dance is a great example of how the Jade Dragon can be used as a symbol of the world's best.
2014.1.6, Monday, evening
1 is and Yuhua's, the original poem is as follows:
Once the wind and snow locked the south of the Yangtze River, and then the earth shook Wenchuan.
The time is still warm in the waxing moon, and the order is not cold in the winter. --He has not yet learned but read the "Tengwangge Preface", the "time dimension September, the order of the three autumn" have an impression.)
The first time I read the book, I was able to get a good understanding of the universe, and I was able to get a good understanding of how the world works.
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I think I'm going to have to go back to my old school to get a better understanding of what I'm talking about. (I said to my son, "This guy doesn't expect anything good!
2
As soon as the winter came, you waited for a snowfall
But every snowfall fell to a distant place
Dancing in the birch forest of Xing'anling
Looking up at the sun at Mt.
And all around you
The sun is like a rambling old mother
The heating is lukewarm
The birds sing a thousand love songs
The cell phone wears out its charge
You cough on insomnia-inducing nights
I wrote this poem with difficulty
2014.1.8, Lahu, Wednesday. Evening
16. Raccoon Brook Sand
The winter is deep and the sun is warm,
Thin mist and thick haze in the morning and evening.
The first thing you need to know is where to find the clouds and the snow.
The wind is blowing, and
the roses are smoky.
The first time I looked back at this time, I realized that it was a real illusion.
2014.1.19 (wax 19), morning
17. and Jianmin brother
The original poem:
Ice disappears, water rushes in spring and fall, and I drink wine at the window of the old building.
The cold clouds and the half-hazel moon, and the curling smoke of the cooking stove.
The sky is full of snow and powder, and a hundred years of dreaming lies in the clear stream.
The sky is full of haze, and you can get drunk with the ancient plow hill!
Back:
A night of happy spring snow, read a good poem today.
Poetry and snow are reflected in the two, how many people in the world are obsessed?
2014.2.6, Thursday
18. Slight Snow
Slight Snow
Slight Wind
A Sigh
A White Firefly
Where is Spring
You can't see the shadow
I can't find the trail
Temporarily into the dream
There are you and me
And a rainbow of seven colors
2014.2.19
19.Youth Tour - Years of Wine
The village wine is pouring and the shadows are swaying
The snow is drifting on the way back.
The old friends of my childhood,
my old friends,
were so long-winded that it was hard to get rid of them.
This year's reunion is even better,
and we are waking up in the middle of the night.
Frost invades the hair on the temples,
rain beats the heart,
no more youthful pride.
2015.2.22 (the fourth day of the first month of the lunar calendar) evening
20. b Wei winter first snow
happy snow annoyed wind heart want to crazy,
where to find plum a petal fragrance.
Bald branches and withered leaves can't hide it all,
and you have to stay in bed to find the wonders.
2015.11.26
21. The Story of Snow and Beyond
The story of snow is always on fire
and belongs only to the winter season
It was told in the dim countryside
and in the city squares
and at the sea
when the sharks were in love
and at the equator
. And at the equator
We're all old now
The fire still burns in the snow
The rain's a much more unusual story
But it's a tearful one
The foam of the past blooms and bursts
The impatient thunder roars and roars
When the lightning ends it all
And the birds still fly in the sky
And we're all old now.
And we're all at home
Listening to the plants whispering outside our windows
Dreaming of a colorful fall
Fog is the dullest of all stories
It's just about getting lost
Or going astray
The streetlamps are old-fashioned and dimmed
The trees are staggering on their feet
We're meeting with our other selves
When the sun reveals the mystery
When the sun unravels the mystery
The world is still the same
The house is full of wet laughter
As for the story of the haze
It's better to tell it years from now
On a snowy day when I light up the leaves
On a rainy day when I pour a glass of wine
Or on a foggy day when I close the curtains
It's better. On a sunny day
We'll talk about the ridiculousness of the year
Let the innocent children and the stars
Stare in amazement together
The night of December 24, 2015, Christmas Eve, the haze
22.qing pingle
At the end of the year, the year is over, and the snow is invading the temples.
I'm not sure if the snow is the best thing to do.
How many hates are there in this world,
They are all over the place in the middle of the night.
Walk with your heart at will,
The spring breeze and peaches and plums have no words.
2016.1.3
23.
The curtains are rolled up,
and the years are sent away.
I would like to put my thoughts into song,
but I've been thinking about it for a long time,
and I don't know how to play it.
The first thing I'd like to do is to get a little bit of a head start on my life.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
The knife is not a knife,
but still on the tip of the eyebrow.
2016.1.7, 15:23 PM
24. Linjiang Xian
The wind came to a few thin snow,
sitting down a cup of tea.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
The pond is full of reeds and grasses,
and there are plum blossoms everywhere.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid.
Who will remember the years with the jinx?
In my dreams, the mountains are far away,
and the cold moon is slanting in the branches.
2016.1.17
25. snow drifting up is memory
snow
drifting up is memory
falling is thought
memory
so long
thought
so warm
every snowflake
has a spring
Snow covers all the sorrows on earth
When the sun rises
When spring comes
They melt together in the depths of the
soul
2016.1.22
26.The night of the fifteenth day of Lunar New Year
The snowy snowy winter, the bright moon, and the stars. A few stars.
The cold forest is like a wash for the eyes, and the music is like a song for the ears.
The first thing you need to do is to get drunk on wine and liquor. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
In my dreams, I can't recall the words of my late husband, but I'm sure I'll be able to live up to the **** spring breeze.
January 24, 2016, the evening of La 15
27. The first snow
Little child bride
Last night quietly slipped past
The edge of the dream
Vaguely hovering tearful eyes
A white flower pinned on the side of the temples
In the whistling wind
Swiftly drifting away
2016.11.22
28. Meditation (with friends from Idle Zhai)
The cold window weeps a little bit of cool dew, and the trees and trees are barren of grass.
It is difficult to see the dome of the sky every day blue, tolerated by the haze and fog night and day long.
The green mountains and the green water know what day it will be, and who will be next to the swallows and the yellow warblers?
The first time I saw the movie, I thought it would be a good idea to go back and see the movie, but I didn't realize it was a good idea.
2017.1.17
29. Spring Snow
It's a long way off, but it's a long way down.
It is the first time I have ever seen a snowstorm in my life, and it is the first time I have ever seen a snowstorm in my life.
The new buds are shy to peek out, and the old roots are silent to count the hours.
A glass of wine, a distant memory of a city full of flowers.
2017.2.21
30. Mother's snow
When I had gray hair
Mother had gray hair
Now, my gray hair
is an autumn reed
Resisting the autumn winds of destiny from day to day
Mother's gray hair
is a piece of snowflakes of the years. The snowflakes of the years
fall, condense, and accumulate into a mountain of snow
No matter how close or far away they are
they will always be framed in tranquility and warmth
Yes, since I was a child, the snow has always been warm
Cotton coats, cotton pants, and cotton shoes, which she made with a single stitch of cotton thread
allowed me to run through the winters with impunity
let my spirit run through the snow in the winter of the year. My soul was quietly quenched in the snowy nights
Although there were countless cold attacks, swept through
But mother, I did not freeze after all
Just because every time I saw you
Seeing the warmth of your eyes
I would, little by little, melt
2017.5.13, before Mother's Day, Saturday Evening
31. Silence
-- Remembering the first snowfall of winter 17, and mourning Mr. Yu Guangzhong
I say the silence of the sky is blue
You say that the dark clouds have hurriedly rolled over the hillside
I say the silence of the night is black
You say that the stars' eyes have flashed waves of light
I say that the silence of winter is gray
You say that the snowflakes have begun to speak softly
I say that the silence of nostalgia is colorless, like the glass of wine in front of me
You say that the poet is dead, and that heaven
has come with its long elegy
2017.12.14, Thursday night
32 ...Poor Snow Disease (poem title from Shaanxi poet Peninsula Snow Words)
The sky has poor snow disease
Under the sun's scanning, it's a shivering blue
The distant mountains have poor snow disease
Grasses and trees with withered in their faces, tugging at the wind's lapel
People have poor snow disease
Eating pills of poems, shrunken into a capsule
I, too, have snow poverty
Silent, waiting to return in the spring
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
33. Immediate Scene in the Snow
While the night is still dark
Those early elves
Have come quietly
In a flood
Frivolous, sad, and good
The cold moon is half-full, reflecting the sunset.
The road is covered with ice and snow,
and the windows are brightly lit, which is my home.
The black-and-white is a long way off,
and the fame and fortune are not enough to make it worthwhile.
I don't want to look back on my life,
but I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do in a dream.
2018.1.29, Monday night
35.Untitled
Walking in the cold wind,
spring snow chaotic drift.
Looking back at the end of the eye,
a touch of rouge red.
2018.2.20, the fifth day of the first month of the lunar calendar
36. snow comes
High and thick
The dark city wall stands in the sky
Birds can't fly over it
The wind can't turn it over
Suddenly the wall moves slowly
Numerous paratroopers in onyx jumped down
People who look up
The snow is a great source of inspiration. People
Eyes moistened
Thursday, 20.12.2018 16:57
37.A snowflake falls on the Yellow River
A snowflake
A very small, very small snowflake
Escaping from the gloomy face of the dark clouds
With festive lightness and joy
Gently
> Falling on the Yellow River
Sticky Yellow River water
Body temperature dropped a little
Heart tip trembled
Oh, spring
is coming
Thursday, February 21, 2019, the 17th afternoon of the first month of the lunar calendar
38. Snow in the faraway lands
At this time, what's falling down in a flurry of dust
is dust, a note, or something someone said
But not snow. The snow is far away
On the horizon, a cloud is holding the wind's hand
Beyond the horizon, a lake is gathering wings
Yes, the snow is far away
She will linger in our memories for a long time
She will come down at the edge of a dream
And then all that will swirl across the sky
Will be the flowers of resurrection
And all that will come down in the sky
Will be the flowers of resurrection
And all that will swirl across the sky
will be the flowers of resurrection
And all that will come down in the sky
Is the snow. is the flower of resurrection
2019.11.27 20:08 PM
39. Remembering the snow
The first white, when it breaks free from the gloom and casts its way to the earth
No one sees it.
When ten million whites covered the old road and melted into the river and the sea
Who was ever surprised?
Thrown from the hands of a child, joy
accurately hit another child
In whose hands, became a person who can not walk
dumb on the side of the road, lonely through life?
And who, like me
will see
in a single white the encounter with the pear and the parting with the reed?
In the darkness, when the throat can not resist the hunger and thirst
casually grabbed a handful and put it into the mouth
full of, is the taste of salty
Wednesday, 12.4.2019, 23:03 pm
40. snow in the
The sky flying in the white
white a piece of the earth is really clean
A frozen
An ant that can't be frozen
moves, its little bit can't be changed
Black
2020.1.7 (Lunar New Year's thirteenth) Tuesday afternoon, snow and wind
41.
Embrace, hold hands, and fly to another star
Where the language of poetry is spoken
As soon as the dance moves, the flowers bloom, and the music starts
They, and they, are us
We, are them
Name, place of origin, identity... ...need not be marked
For this let us continue to endure, and to practice flying
Behold, their preparations are becoming complete
Thursday, October 21, 2021, 7:13 a.m.
42. Thunder in the snow
A cup of tea, a pot of wine, a long letter
All calm down at this time.
The snow, with the wind at its back, has rushed in front of me
The tree, which has returned to its original state, is still y tied to it
On the branches, the white color that is getting thicker and thicker
is a myriad of memories from the past
As in the middle of the summer, the thunder came out of the blue
The bird in the nest looked up at the sky and the road to the earth
The echoes echoed in a pair of dark eyes
circling back to me, and I was so happy to hear them.
Coiling and circling
Sunday, November 7, 2021, the beginning of winter, and twice in the morning in the snow I heard thunder
43. Momentary-Poetic Images
A snowstorm is already lurking in the forest
The leaves are still on their branches, as they always were
You don't know
and they don't know from each other
which, when, will begin to fall.
A crescent moon suddenly shines, a crisp light
I walk, half a lifetime, a day's rush
Settling down inside
Keeping up, the same pace as always
The fog in the distance builds up into a wall
A few faces drift like snowflakes
A crescent moon suddenly shines, opening up The predicament
2021.11.09 Tuesday night
44. Snow Day, I heard the U.S. diplomatic boycott of the Winter Olympics
Xinchou winter is approaching the Thunderbolt, the goose plume roaming the wooden branches fat.
Today's sunny sunshine is good, not see the flowers onyx Hui.
The world is always changing, and the mountains of China are very strong.
In the coming year, the tiger will be in the spring, and I will return to it with all the honor and glory.
2021.12.7 17:46 PM
45. Dusk after the snow
A certain dawn will wait patiently for this dusk with infinite stillness
and noisy light
At this time, the fluttering day has been creeping under the feet
I have more than once wrapped up my collar tightly
An arc in the
A curve in my body
Swimming, meandering, backtracking
In the chaotic sunlight
The red girl came running with a smile
The foam of time, the bright lips
Looking up, the air was filled with the indifference of the blue eyes
Silence on the boughs suddenly flew
The north wind played daggers and hovered
Countless white
2021.12.24 Friday 16:50 PM