Text/Quinoa
1 Twilight
Twilight, rendered through the water cup
The greenery among the dead wood,
This old and new is mixed
Cut the blood vessels
Wake up with the flowers in the midst of sleep
Dreamy lips,
This fingertip is slightly cool as you leave a memory
Seeds of love
If only you could tell the night
Carry the letterhead
Spring rivers are between you and me
Duckweed of the floating world
Look into the distance and re-pull out the white horse of love
Collect rainwater
Collect the peach blossoms that have scattered and fled
Now go to another place
2 daughter red
Lyricism requires choosing dirt to plant. Exhaust spring and autumn
The white horse and the end of the world stood, and you looked back and smiled
I was like a glass of wine waiting to be lifted. Bright moon can be used for lyricism
Your pure smile blossomed and you stretched out your arms
It's like the years of cardamom, the tenderness of passing water
Autumn is coming silently
Look, the rouge on the lips is thick. Peach blossoms are so colorful
Those cheeks were more like the shadows in the wine I held up
The snow in the north fell and spread out
Arrived at the heart. Go ahead and wait for the flames to burn
My daughter's wine was too sweet, so sweet that it flowed slowly like a dream
Crying softly for love, I salute you with water instead of wine
3 Wilderness
I followed the light into the lotus leaf
The lake water swayed the boat. Tenderly kiss your lips like wine
Enter your blue water eyes
Transparent flower buds. I followed the wind and began to sway
Words called acacia are wrapped around
Every day and night alternates between lonely people
I knocked out the bones and made a sound, and I said dear
Pull my black rope out together
Wait for the foot to re-collapse on the horse
Pack up the old mountains and rivers. Let the temperature implant in your body
Embracing, leading hundreds of millions of soldiers to line up to meet
Clothing is made of plants, jelly is brewed from wild fruits, dancers, king's landing.
I entered and watched the jungle full of thorns
I entered, I shouted, in the wilderness
4 into the mountains
The green mountains are snowy, and the dragon groans and the tiger roars away
Wash away the rocks of the world
The sound of the wind is not sick. Dark Moon gazes, who refers to frost flower collarbone.
I was blocked by a burst of piano sounds
Wading willow floating waist. Crane one-legged support
Keep the river going in solitude
My eyes were filled with tears, and the trees looked like me
Watering, grooming.
The heart of the night is pitiful
There are no withered wildflowers standing up for the rain, and the memory is still fresh
As I stood, the snow eventually fell on the side of the mountain
She had melted the pain that was bound to be left behind. Like
The grass revived, and I left a fluttering echo
To the empty mountain, there are birds and finches tired whispers
5 I have stayed in another country
Thatched grass obscures the travelers behind the sunlight
I was thrown by the wind of indulgence at the end of the world
Stop and look out
The strangeness of the world may also bring me the sad sound of nowhere to go
Follow the tracks of the green train to see the rain under your feet
Thousands of unruly whiskers replace me and always go ahead
I have seen all the flowers and dead branches in middle age
There is no bitter pain in the heart
Forgive those who covet red dust
My footprints have no wind and frost to meet the sun
I live
I live among all the plants that die in the spring
I saw clearly the rotting fallen leaves
I moisturize my throat with a cup of clear tea
Feeding acacia with his hometown moon, I hugged
Penetrating the body the wind surged my blood
6 I hold Suishan and think of you
Suishan lives like a dream goddess
Rain comes intertwined with empty dreams
Your footsteps are in front of the rain
I hid behind them and stared
From Taipeng Mountain, it is possible to look at Xiyue Lake
Sometimes day and night alternate with rain
A little bit of color hurts on the ground
Shout softly, dear I hurt
I pulled the quilt tight and the leaves drifted down
I lifted my glass and the light was slipping
I was partying with the rain, and the people were almost crazy
Sit and talk to the shadow in the mirror
I close my heart
The life of rain intertwined boiled over
Fish-like jumps in front of me
Carefully I looked for fish in the rain
From Taipeng Mountain from Xiyue Lake to the top of the White Pagoda
I'm from the previous station of Lang Shui
Now the North Gate River is far away
The rain of the past has sheltered me
I hug Suishan and think of you
7 I was drunk on my own
Swallow the sun and the moon, a glass of wine is enough. Stumbling like shadows, the trees singing and dancing alone
The fierce wind threw the prodigal son and embraced the end of the world
The horse wants to stop
Tighten the reins and stop between the cliffs
Look toward the roots of the fallen leaves. Withered yellow transforms, frosted leaves
Puzzled, squeezed spring water gushed out. Shouting stopped deep in the mountains
The peaks are hidden, and watch the birds and finches rising in the air fall into the jungle
Inside me was a suppressed flame, and her red lips were smoked
After the withering autumn, I saw the bare trees. rivers
Who do you want to take away
Leave that fishing song for spring
The cry grew weaker, borrowing the bones of tiredness and sorrow
Give a note to the warm and cold days
8 gorgeous turns just ten years
Autumn night rain hits plantains. The rubble of the old garden flipped, every lamp
All hanging, tung oil squeezed repeatedly
The distance is lighted with the tip of the pen
It takes a sunny day, take a long look, and rise up for Sichuan and Chongqing
Put the firewood into the stove and take out the homemade chili peppers
Scalding the texture of the carving of the old wine jar
We can name it peach blossom, pear blossom, or plum blossom
Bloom just like you
A total of eight people lifted the palanquin
When you walk through other places, you can look at the moonlight and the days of lack
Change of name and change of ownership
Tick off the family tree.
Pinch your fingers for ten years, but turn around gorgeously.
About author:Xiang Junying, pen name: Quinoa, born in 1982, a native of Yingshan County, Nanchong, Sichuan, lives in Xi'an, Shaanxi. Editor of Yingshan Literary and Art Poetry, Chairman of Yingshan Youth Network Writers Association, Deputy Secretary-General of New Grace Poetry Association, and one of the representative poets of Sun Poetry Journal. In 2008, he began to write poetry, and his works have appeared in various journals and anthologies. He is the author of the poetry collection "Selected Poems of Quinoa" and the novel "Cold Rain Window".