Please write the original poem that you think is the best.

Winter and Spring Scenery from 2004 to 2005

-Guesena

village

I know you don't miss me.

I know you don't miss me,

I still am,

Starting with my existence.

I gave birth to many people,

Born in hot land.

The death of the person who gave birth is also in my arms.

Lying quietly in my arms,

Erase, but even their names,

There are few tombstones.

I have an unknown task,

Accept gifts.

Birth, plus their death,

For many years,

Waiting for everyone, such as passers-by,

It's too late to wait for that person.

Every winter is unbearable,

Cold, desolate and poor.

They put the cheapest cigarettes,

Choke my throat.

This mountain, this river,

It hasn't snowed in this land,

Don't think I want to see it with my own eyes,

Cracked, weathered and dirty soil.

If it's night, I'll park my car at

The edge of the black sea in the fog,

As if abandoned.

Getting weaker and weaker,

The lights went out one by one.

I still have it in my arms.

The bones of your youngest brother.

Maybe even the bones are scattered,

But the smallest piece is still wet and white.

That was your youngest brother who died for you,

You were born in the same year.

But I know

You don't miss me.

But at this moment,

I knew you were coming,

From the moment you set foot.

house

(I'm still the same)

This is your room.

A south room,

Built on the side of the road;

A good grass by the water,

Be washed away by the current at any time.

But I won't be washed away by the current-

Even on the wettest night,

Even the road is slipping.

I'm still the same,

I even stored air and memories of the past,

The north wind swept overhead.

Roar.

Dust is scattered on your face.

If you are sleeping,

It's hard for me to see.

But in my ear,

Still panting as usual,

Speak with that name.

No one breathes so hard,

I know you need to rest.

I tried to grow wings,

Rise to a higher space.

Still difficult,

Still trudging such a long way,

Or in the long winter

Call.

You hide in my deeper arms.

I thank your parents,

It still remains the way it used to be.

Faded calligraphy and painting,

At this time, the bleak sun rose.

But not necessarily,

Dead owl nailed to the wall,

It keeps its eyes open,

By the child next door

It was taken a long time ago.

tree

(I'm standing by the wheat field)

I stood by the wheat field,

Standing next to your great-grandfather.

I'm like his grave,

I once sheltered your childhood.

But no one can give me a cover,

Whether it's a storm or a shower-

On the scariest night,

Strong winds will overturn the tin roof of the gas station.

Blow to the next village.

So I broke my head.

So you pity me even more. but

That was at the beginning,

You set me up.

At that time, you never thought-

It was spring-

Since you have such a wish,

Bury the dead bones under my roots.

The nesting bird flew away,

At that time, I was charming;

Now I only have dead branches,

Meet the wind and the bleak.

I stood by the wheat field,

I can't walk or fall,

Even cut it.

wheat field

(No freezing, no melting)

Without freezing, there is no melting.

My cheek rubbed against the soil.

Yellow brown loose particles.

I'm short, lying on the ground,

You can see the thin blue wind,

There is also a high blue sky with infinite height.

Fall into my center.

I was frozen and my face was black.

Stay with me from late autumn to late winter.

Only pain.

I heard the wind blowing again-

As you said, my roots are like long hair.

You are my suffering brother;

The difficulty of my roots going underground and frozen soil,

You are held high by one hand.

However, I was trampled on,

You stepped on it.

Dry leaves and wrinkled leaves,

It hurts me more to divide Berberis.

Only in this land, let your knees crawl

-But, just before,

The man who came to see me with you.

Where did it go?

river

(on my dry sponge)

On my dry sponge,

It's all dry.

That piece turned white,

There may be nitrate or alkali;

Because of the humidity in this area,

Still moldy black.

I am a seasonal river,

Now it has completely dried up.

I tried to hide,

My riverbed.

The wind is blowing loudly,

How wide the river bed is.

-It's sunny again.

At that time, I narrowed it down to

A narrow,

There are many children.

Hold up the crowded fish with your hands.

White, disappearing from your fingers,

Then the ice.

The last group of fish,

Condensed into cyan.

And aquatic plants,

Or the shape of a fish, no longer changes,

And stop swimming suddenly.

Even this ice will melt.

Spirogyra and other grasses,

Pile up in blankets on the ground.

The smell of sponges and fish.

The last fish, the last few,

In the gap of the sand ridge;

Under the fragile ice that decomposes like a bone needle,

Brown and black water.

Warm each other, warm and wet.

Please accept it,

In this winter.

The dam collapsed.

Over the years, trees have been cut down for a period of time.

New poplars have been planted again.

However, one night long ago,

You stand under the bare tree on the dam,

Open your hand-

I know you didn't pray.

Huohuohuo

Fire is the warm heart in winter.

When the wind blows,

Even the chimney can't help shivering.

It was dark outside the window,

It is dead of night again.

You need to rub your hands,

Cold makes you feel dry.

Fire is the warm heart in winter.

You break a mulberry stump-

How many years have those mulberry trees lived?

Grow, knot, form a ball,

There is also a kind of moth.

-You break those stumps,

Sawdust splashed.

As the saying goes,

I'd rather watch others fight,

I don't see my neighbors chopping wood.

Fire is the warm heart in winter.

You sat by the fire for a long time,

Stretch out your palm to keep warm,

Or make a pot of hot tea,

Hold a cigarette between your fingers-

The two fingers of the left hand hissed brown.

Fire is the warm heart in winter.

You know, if it's good wood,

Wipe with a wet rag,

There is no sound after ignition.

But the burning stump,

Is a more angry flame,

The screen full of sparks broke.

Fire is the warm heart in winter.

You've been staring at the flames,

Until dark.

Flames are like blooming flowers.

Pangbo's big flower,

Map to the wall,

Light and shade interweave, more magnificent.

Fire is the beating heart in winter.

If you don't say you're fired now,

Burning their own strength,

Emit infinite light and heat,

Until it disappears.

Into a wisp of smoke,

Or fly ash after robbery. but

Fire is the eternal heart in winter.

spring

(A south wind blows into your arms)

Spring comes at dawn,

Even if you close the door.

Fresh air fills your room,

You can see it from the surface of the flower.

I hope to find it on the vine,

The purple buds that are about to bloom.

You will bring a bucket of cool well water,

Watering the roots of persimmon trees devoutly.

Open the gate, stand on the side of the road,

There is a south wind blowing into your arms.

Just like feeling autumn with bones,

I feel like using my skin in spring.

There is no similar airflow,

The world is so full.

Like a rain,

Wash the sky high, You Lan.

You want to go to the fields,

Trees and weeds awakened by the south wind.

Small wildflowers that break bowls and bowls,

Blue eyes opened in the ridge.

But only wild vegetables,

It was winter that kept them.

Abandoned dry wells and ponds,

Look at the green wheat fields.

The sky is so noble and blue,

This is the trunk of poplar,

It is as white as grass,

The path extends from the village to the horizon.

Even if the sun goes down,

The spring brought by the south wind is gone again.

It marks the white clouds in the sky,

Pull the peacock's wings out like tassels.

rain

(Like a kiss on your lips)

At night, you're lost in thought-

The river is flooded with ice,

Ice floats on the water;

You think of the spring rain and fall on it.

The unmelted snow on the ground.

Complaining about the dryness of the soul for a long time,

The back of your hand and face

All are dry skin.

I am the soul you call me,

Without any form;

But when you say my name,

In the dark sky,

Through the infinite sky.

Until you found out this morning,

Like fog, it sticks to the shoulder.

Sangyuan, and your home,

Rain falls on the surrounding low hills.

The sky is a twilight river,

Poplar learned to listen.

Its gray branches,

Tears streamed down her face.

Coal dust is like a pile of bronze,

Happiness is like containing an apricot stone.

It's like a kiss on your lips.

starry sky

(You look up at me every night)

You think I'm out of reach,

On many nights,

Darkness closes your eyes.

But only a few times,

You see me so clearly.

Maybe for this reason,

You drift again and again.

Getting closer and closer to me,

Dare not reach out and touch;

Indulge in the noise,

Capture green and gold

Glittering luster.

Night is like water in the deep sea.

Filled and separated by my light.

Maybe I'm lonely too,

Cold light

In order to escape empty-handed.

I fell into the sea.

But you look up to me every night.

Although you don't know it,

Andromeda sneaked into the east from the west.

She stares at you,

With the same affection.

flower

(daffodils are in full bloom)

The daffodils are in full bloom,

On an early morning.

You think you must drive early,

Even think it is not open.

You draw new water from the well,

Therefore, the fire is more prosperous;

You put a pillow at night,

Look at those flowers.

You wipe the water bottle every day,

Make everything cleaner;

You try to keep it up,

Your heart matches the flowers.

The daffodils are in full bloom,

On an early morning.

This is a narcissistic flower,

Take a picture from the water,

See your charming face.

Its flowers may last for a long time,

Maybe no one will watch it.

So, after the flowers bloom,

It became withered.

The Last Day

(Forget all the past and time)

one

When I was a countryman,

Those who manage crops,

Gave up land and seeds,

A bohemian and smoky person;

The people I'm with

Hold your knees,

Gambling with playing cards,

Going home late at night, stepping on the frost and wearing a star Dai Yue;

People in traditional years,

Scattered in the fields

Go to the grave, smoke and smoke,

Firecrackers come and go.

When they had a pleasant journey,

Tuck the quilt into the fertilizer bag,

Boiled eggs

Also enter;

When they stood by the road at the foot of the mountain.

Wave to passing vehicles;

When they arrived in the city,

Move bricks or dirt,

Fell off the scaffold,

Fracture.

When this country has only

Old people, death,

Women and children.

two

When the sky is green,

Like a river on the ground.

It will rise and float overhead.

It's broken because of it. but

There is no kite yet.

When the grape branches are greener,

Spore swelling.

Grape branches can't be repaired,

Drip juice from the stubble.

When there are fewer geese singing in the wheat field.

Black birds,

Fell into the ground,

Whispering to the police,

The sky becomes very high.

Wheat thrives.

When the blue flowers fall like dew,

New buds sprout from hay;

When the share is polished,

The earth is like waves.

three

This is the last day.

four

I'm leaving, too.

five

I can't go back,

Young or dying.

I feel sorry for my mother,

Not her hand,

But the trembling of those hands.

Like a lamb,

At least before god.

The firewood piled up,

I waited for the flame to burn.

Bones cannot be stored.

six

It's not spring there yet,

You are in my far north.

This land is very long,

When harvesting, you can't see the edge.

Now it is covered with snow.

But Tilia amurensis has soft branches and leaves,

Larch is like water waves,

Jindalai will also bloom.

Crimson Jindalai,

I didn't receive your dead branches.

Those dead branches,

Even a water bottle,

Flowers are also short-lived youth.

seven

We are heavy because of this.

eight

This is the last day,

The night is not over yet.

Time,

Like countless rivers I have seen,

Sharp and scattered.

Time is space,

Just can't see it;

Space is not static,

Every change is gone forever.

Life-

nine

Yes, I want you to forget.

I won't come to you,

Or turn my back on you

Although, you know,

I still have a long way to go.

Black gas, diseases and epidemics,

Falling cliffs,

After I boiled boiling lime water,

see

It is peace, it is a white flower,

Tears welled up in my eyes-

ten

This is love.

On the morning of February 22, 2005, Gaisen

Made it up on March 23rd.