"Chengzhi Literature Award" 2022 Original Literature Contest ｜ Gold Award Works: Group Poetry "Miscellaneous Records"

Miscellaneous records (group poems)

● (Academy of Literature) Mengcheng

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Get assembly late at night, night light print figure

Training, drill, too late to say goodbye

A bus piercing the night

Who is in the silent early morning

Departure- ——

So many, precise white

Starlight taken from the night sky

It is also taken from dew in the sun

Friends, I hope you are well

The epidemic is that we cross a river together

And you return to swimming, to the side of the dangerous waves

In the crowd, I often look for you

The firm eyes that come forward

I know, it will make me late at night

Become your late night

Sound

Spring nerve is slow

False in low fever in yesterday autumn

Everything gets a quiet slope:

Branch buds expand, rainwater

Grab the ground with your head.

I hear a few cracked thunderous places like a puppet

I see white clothes like snow

Your sound under the mask

Such as white pigeons flying into the eaves

Inquiry, dingling

Repeatedly spreading tiredness, sleeping endlessly

Moving, cloth field, stick -shaped code ...

——Moving in the early morning

Standing from you silently

Get firm back

But no one calls your name

beach

Red hand cart, excavator cooperate with work

Dig out a sand pit and push down again

Child, your tunnel leads

Which castle?

The small hand that shot tightly

Yu Wen hasn't dispersed yet

You see, I am not on the sand pit of the playground

long jump. I imagine it is a beach

Now, the human feet are one centimeters forward again

I stare at everything and silent

Until the surrounding seawater--

We don't know

Place

In the protective service, they can't see their faces clearly

They get off the bus late at night

It is more firm than any bouquet of sunshine

They are going

Unknown dark night

These hard things

Become the youngest part of the night

Place, the ancient stone of this city

They go to heal, the pain of a city

So please wait

The flower path of the bauhinia

Let us meet

Brain in the tank

Chair, wait for her to come back and sit down

The sun hovers outside the door

I have a beam of light to escape

Through the glass, shining in goldfish

And me

The tank is warm and turbid

Moss, bubbles and fish dung surrounded goldfish

Goldfish glanced their eyes

Look at me

I don't know what they want

Is it food, freedom or memory?

"The loss of art is not difficult to master"

A pair of shoes step on my feet

A bed lying on my body

Organ my body into the closet

Side my dopamine to the iron box

People who feed the goldfish will eventually return

The bait I handed in is not me

Edit | Yang Kexin

Responsible editor | Liu Pei

Produced | Zhang Luoying

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