Yu Guangzhong's Poems

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. & gt& gt

When I die,

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

When I die, bury me, put my head between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, with white hair and black soil. In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I will sleep peacefully, sleep on the whole continent and listen to the voices of both sides. Requiem begins from the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and eternal music surges eastward. This is the most indulgent and spacious bed to sleep contentedly. I thought with satisfaction that once upon a time, there was a young man from China who looked west in the frozen Michigan and wanted to see the dawn of China through the night. & gt

Waiting for you in the rain

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain, cicadas sink and frogs sound, and a pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain. It doesn't matter whether you come or not. I feel that every lotus is like you, especially at dusk, in such a drizzle. It will exist forever, waiting for you outside time and waiting for you in the present. If your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, this hand should be taken off, little lover. Lotus is in the Wu Palace. This hand should shake the laurel pulp. On Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum. The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock. Suddenly, you walk like a poem. You walk like a love story. The way you walk is like a rhyme in Jiang Baishi's lyrics.

Forever, I will wait

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful verb, what am I afraid of when I die that night? When I love, I feel sad. If I can't love as much as I can, your beauty will hurt me for no reason. This summer, as long as I stretch out my arm, a miracle will fall into my open palm, and then you will fall into my palm. For example, the palm of a lotus is facing a pool of pure fragrance, a quiet and spontaneous soul. Who will promise me a nickname? As long as there is a pool of red in summer, why meet you? Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs. When I think of Pearl Krabs, I can see people when I see the lotus. As long as there is a fragrance in your dream, it is the end of summer, and that is the starry sky. Immortals will always be the soul of lotus. I'll wait for you to separate your lips, say it, and spit out that verb. Anyone who has loved will never forget it. Those who have been hurt will always be hurt. My scar is red and shocking, branded with the shape of a lotus >>

Spring reminds me.

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

In spring, I think of Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry. When I was nine years old, I picked mulberry leaves and caught dragonflies in them (I can go back from Keelung Port). Jiangnan is in Su Xiaoxiao, a primary school in Jiangnan, which reminds me of a lotus lake, a lake full of ling and crabs. The King of Wu and the King of Yue escaped in the small battlefield in the south of the Yangtze River (the war was beautiful enough). Shi is missing. Fan Li disappeared in the Jiangnan spring of Emperor Qianlong (flying from Songshan for three hours), and I thought of Jiangnan where weeping willows are everywhere, fishing ports near Taihu Lake, and so many cousins walking on the land of Liu (I can only marry one of them! After walking through Liu Di, many of my cousins are still the same. Even if they meet in the south of the Yangtze River (where the clouds spray for three hours), they will not accompany me to pick lotus and ling. Even if we meet, we will meet in Jiangnan, where there is my mother's Easter in Xinghua Village in Jiangnan (there is a restaurant). It's my mother, Tomb-Sweeping Day, a little girl in the south of the Yangtze River who hasn't come back to life, calling me. Call me at Yuantong Temple, call me here in the Strait, call me there in the Strait, call me in Jiangnan, Jiangnan with many temples, pavilions, kites and minutes (standing in Keelung Port, I can't go back if I want to) and many swallows >; & gt

Night in the Central Plains

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

The moon is the soul of lovers and ghosts, and the moonlight burns like a green flame. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, ghosts are awake and people are awake. People were stupefied on the bridge, their cold white arms stretched out. The fence on the bridge prevented me from fishing for Li Bai. The moon is an illusion, and so is the moon in the water. What's more, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people are as poor as ghosts. The poor man's Tanabata is the myth of blue sky. Mid-Autumn Festival is the hope of the world. On the other hand, in another dimension, if you come to the bridge in mysterious clothes, if you cry, if you smile on Naihe Bridge, are we the protagonists of ghost stories or myths? Finally, the sunshine came in, and the light was soft and edgeless. Clouds floated like smoke around the phosphorus under the Buddha's lamp bridge and the phosphorus on the bridge. My eyes think that Phosphorus Moon is a monster. Can I go back tonight? The soul on the other side is crowded. On the way back, the soul is marching, but the water is flowing, the tears are flowing, and the water under the bridge is flowing >>

River of no return

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

The river of no return, the waves leap into the eternal sun, and the moon sinks. What wave is "The Moon Catcher"? Which wave is the drowning doctor? Under the red cliff, people hang a beard like a beard, listening to the ancient times, the fish and dragons are heading east, disturbing many aquarium people. When I am old, thousands of feet's white hair will let me drag the curl of Lisao and drag me back to the murmur. Let me swim among the quarried Rocky Mountains, and let the immortal river wash my ice muscles. May I live forever, just like my mother's fingers. When I was a child, I tickled lightly. The River Gone for Never, with a thousand lips, Chisai was licked by her mother. My posture of naked backstroke is a state of sucking for 5 thousand years. Every drop of this breast is sweet and sad. Every drop comes from the myth of frost in the headwind and curtain in the fog in Kunlun Mountain. The river of no return, Longping Media went to the end of the sun, and the leader explored the history of Longlin Chenguang, one foot and one foot. Endless underwater sound won, lost and won. It is also a wave of floating, sinking forever and reversing forever. Forever prone swimming and backstroke must follow the river of no return. After a night under the pillow, the sound of the river is on the left, the left ear is surging, the right cheek is surging, and the knife is constantly insomnia. Three Gorges >:>

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Looking for Li Bai

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Those arrogant boots are still in Gao Lishi's ashamed and resentful hands, but people are gone, leaving the rhythm of Huma and Qiangdi to Toure to lament carefully. Since that year, He Zhangzhi was fascinated and recognized that you were a fallen fairy, he became even more pretentious and hid with a small enchanted hip flask. Even his wife can't find you complaining about the smallness of Chang 'an and the eternity in the pot. In all the poems, you predicted that you would suddenly run away, maybe tomorrow. Wine into the luxurious intestines, seven points make the moonlight roar into a firm but gentle embroidered mouth, Kaiyuan to Tianbao, Luoyang to Xianyang, which will be half a prosperous Tang Dynasty. The noise by car is not as loud as it was a thousand years later. One of your crystal quatrains tapped on my forehead, which aroused the local echo. It's embarrassing to put yelangmu on earth. Is your hometown Longxi or Shandong, which hometown is worse than Qinglian Township and Broken Leaf City, which is still a mystery? Where did you get drunk? You said that you didn't disappear from other places. This is the only ending of genius. Where are you going? The ape kept crying, and Toure advised you not to stop looking back. Under the prison window, seven immortals and five friends can't save you. Kuangshan is locked by fog, and there is no way to enter. How can half a grain of cinnabar chase the clouds in Nie's sleeve? The moon in the bottle may be what your hometown often looks up to all his life. Chang 'an has fallen, no matter whether you go out and cry west or east. There is no need to disturb Dapeng or call a crane on the way back to Wan Li. Just throw the glass into the air and it will spin into a flying saucer. The mysterious gegenschein will take you back to the legend faster and faster >>

moonlight

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Moonlight, frost under the moon, moon like arsenic, moon like frost on whose wound? In the season of moon phobia and moon mania, the moon shines on the ghost sun, and the shadow of the ghost sun is reflected on the face of the death star. The moon is crazy about cats, the sea and the pale beauty, the night is a dream of smuggling on the border of death, and the smuggling is far away. In ancient times, the phobias of the near moon and the counterfeit coins of the crazy moon and the sun were cast like the sea and pregnant in the distance. Tonight, the black cat is chanting on the tile, and the pale belle with big eyes is sticking to the window. I was busy all night, holding the moonlight in my hand, injecting it into a bottle to analyze chemical composition, memory, sadness, moon phobia and moon phobia, moonlight >:>

sunflower

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

The gavel in the hall of Christie's rattled, knocked down a high price of 39 million yuan and bought it. The audience's nervous breathing proves this. The eyes envied by the whole world can't be bought back, nor can an ear be bought back. Burned, I couldn't buy a red hair back, and it was loose. A rotten mouth can't be bought back. The 37-year-old mallet was raised in a hurry, the pistol was raised in the warm venue, and the ears were broken in the lonely heart. Go with broken ears, red hair, bad teeth, nightmares, epilepsy, diaries and letters, doctors and sickbeds, with a loud noise and a generous heart. Sunflowers are everywhere: Postscript:1March 30, 968, the 97th anniversary of Van Gogh's birth, and one of his sunflowers is beautiful in London. The shouts on the auction floor came and went, and finally ended with a mallet.

Next date

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

When I die, your name falls on my lips like the last flower. Your finger is a bunch of keys. Take it in my hand. Let me open it. Let me suddenly open it. Which door? It's lucky to die holding your hand. I heard that you still love me. It is said that there is still spring after the death of Phoenix, but at least there is a May that belongs to us. Every gray hair is still shaking for you. Every little slut remembers the old days. I remember where you walked, and there were some red lilies. Where you stand, you spray a daffodil. You stand in the wind, your skirt flutters, and your hair flutters on my chest. Listen to my heart and say I'm tired. Tired of it, it's over age. It jumps too hard and too often. Love has given it too heavy a burden. One end of love is here, and the other end is primitive. The last date was in Lantian, the last date was in the wild, in the sea, in the nebula, beyond memory, where is the next love date at the other end, where is it? What do you say, you say, I depend on you (can you believe in reincarnation, can you believe it? ) because I can't see clearly the black sleeves of death, but, well, I heard them, and I will definitely go >>

Charming piccolo

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Come back, mother, the east can't stay long. In the tropical sea where the typhoon was born, the air pressure in the North Pacific was very low in July. Come back, mom, the south won't stay long. On the equator in July, the one-way moxibustion on pedestrians' feet by the sun train. Come back, mother, the north can't stay long. In the white reindeer kingdom, there is no rest night in July, only daytime. Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long. The small urn dreams of being next to the French window, accompanied by the plants you planted yourself. Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire. Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming Road and bury you in a small grave in my hometown. Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan. Willows hang down to your grave. When spring comes, you should dream of a girl and your mother. On the Qingming Road, my footprints will be deep, and the willow's long hair will be dripping with rain. Mother, my memory will drop and my soul will come back. Mother, come and protect this empty city. & gt& gt

crazy

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

On a cloudy day, the piper whispers with overlapping sentences, and the rain and fog in Tomb-Sweeping Day and the mountains and valleys are coming. In the deep sigh, the water in the south of the Yangtze River is always there. Before the butterfly umbrella went out and the frog drum did not move, you flew all the way from Shennong to hide in the corner with the lowest wild smoke and urged me to go home. You mean, why not go home? Where are you going, Piper? Let me ask you, the terraced fields and terraced fields when you were a child have fallen deeply in the twilight, and you can't reach out and take me home. I didn't see a shepherd boy on the way to sweep the dusk, but a small shop in Xinghua Village sold beer. You are the homesickness that can't be painted in ink behind the drizzle. Put down the nostalgic almanac. On Sunday, I watched two excavators still plowing on the barren hills opposite.

dusk

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

If dusk is a lonely pass from the west gate to sunset, why don't you come in and go out again? I was ambushed as soon as I passed the customs. The sunset turns black, turn around. The west gate is closed-I want to ask the sideline pawn on the butterfly several times. I saw bats flapping their wings up and down, empty city >>

The so-called eternal

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

The so-called eternity is not a password used by Nightcrawler to encourage people who are afraid of ghosts. In the dark wind when the torch blows out, passers-by on the road or on the back greet from time to time, and there is a touching legend circulating secretly that there is a city that never sleeps. Once the boundary of the thousand lights blooms, it is in front of you. The road that never stares at the central square turns out to be a lamp >:>

green bristlegrass

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

In short, in the end, no one can argue that the death of the grave is the only permanent address. For example, after the closure, the back door of the funeral parlour faces south, so what? Facing north, so what? The hearse always seems to travel long distances. In short, no one can overcome this matter. As for immortality or just a code word, for the sake of nocturnal spirit, it is either invalid, believe it or not. Finally, no one is taller than Setaria viridis, unless the name rises, just like a star going to Li See Ke or Li Bai. Besides, everything stays under the grass. The name belongs to the name, the skeleton belongs to the skeleton star, and the earthworm belongs to the earthworm under the night sky. Someone calls from above, and there is a light below. & gt

Wuling juvenile

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

During the typhoon season, the aquarium in Bashixia is very crowded. There is a tributary of the Yellow River in my blood system. The Yellow River is too cold and needs a lot of alcohol. Floating at the bottom of the cup is my family tree. Another glass of sorghum. There are sad people in anger and Dayu in tears. I have drums of Zhuolu in my ears. It is said that my grandfather shot down nine suns. Can an uncle's name scare you away? Come and hang a bottle of sorghum golden chiffon in the window where the yellow line is being shot. Only arthritis is left. Just wait for me in Ximending at the weekend. I will hatch a nest of martial arts novels under my pillow and have a bottle of sorghum. & gt

White jade bitter gourd

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Like waking up like sleeping, in the soft light, it seems to wake up from a bad year for a long time. A melon is slowly maturing into a bitter gourd. It is no longer a bitter day, grinding the moon and cutting out the deep pregnancy to see the lingering stems. The palm of the leaf caressed the harvest in which year, trying to suck up the milk fed by ancient China. However, it is full of tentacles, constantly expanding and enriching every butter grape until the tip of the melon, still stretching a day of fresh Kyushu. Isn't it lucky that the love of the whole continent in Jason Chung has been stepped on a bitter gourd leather shoe and a horseshoe, and the track of the heavy chariot has no scars, leaving only a glass partition? It is hard to believe that this miracle was cooked in strange light outside time with the blessing of the afterlife. A self-sufficient universe is full without decay, and a fairy fruit is not produced in the fairy mountain, but in the world for a long time. Your predecessor, alas, the hand that changed your tire for a long time, the hand that skillfully extradited you, smiled and circulated a song in the white jade, chanting that life was once bitter and extradited forever, and the result was sweet >>

The night is like a net.

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

Do you know how fuzzy the night is? After a fishing fire, a fishing fire came from the sea? From land? Street lamps one after another? From the wind? Bird after bird? The vast skynet is sparse and not leaking, and the hand that casts the net is out of thin air. Do you know how to put it and how to collect it? Looking at the diagonal line of Pinus massoniana under the slope, the posture of backlight is becoming more and more ambiguous, and the long window facing the sea is about to say that dusk is coming, and suddenly it changes color. When night comes, tight encirclement has everything. No matter what peninsula or building you are at the end of the world.

Give it to the painter.

[Author] Yu Guangzhong [Dynasty] Modern

They told me that you may have plans to travel far away this summer, and take an easel and a gray-haired and laughing Sichuan Mandarin to see Van Gogh or Xu Beihong. As soon as I left Taipei, my friend's long streets and short lanes were empty and there was no turning back. In the rainy season, black umbrellas are all over the sky and yellow mud is everywhere. Why can't we wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival? Only in the rice fields in the south, you can't take away those land temples and buffaloes. At dusk in summer, there are always one or two egrets flying, as if remembering something in your ink painting >>