■ [Cover poet] Famous controversial female poet Jia Qianqian poem three ◎ utensils and mood On Monday, the glass bottle bought back from Fuzhou was palm-sized. Please see a spring flower. The long stems are inserted in soft water

■ [Cover Poet] Three poems by the famous controversial female poet Jia Qianqian

◎Utensils and mood

On Monday, a glass bottle bought back from Fuzhou

Palm big. Please see a spring flower. Long stems

Inserted in the soft water, it divides the time and space of the bottle

On Tuesday, a friend came to see me and brought a box

Incense made of rose essential oil. She said you smell

Unlike ordinary incense, it helps with sleep. Talking room

There were petals falling from her eyes.

On Wednesday, rainwater flowed from The Street through Ci'en Temple

In the mural of the Liuhe screen, there are women who play the violin and enjoy the flowers

The guqin and the zhenzhen say at the same time, our past lives and this life

Rain, falling.

On Thursday, tea drinkers went to buy wine glasses

Remove the rosewood bracelet and drink a bowl of coix porridge

Go to an unfamiliar liquor store.

On Friday, accompany friends to the Wen play market

Picked a pair of identical little gourds. Go home

Children give them nice names: long days and long earth

Saturday, fruit plates. Stand on the shelves of a supermarket

Won't come down. It was watching the dishes and chopsticks next to it marry

It was waiting for the early morning of the "Fallen Flower Man Independence".

Sunday, Qingming. Cleaning

Burn paper and worship all the gods.

Paper in a variety of textures, shapes and colors

It was all the expression of the four gods.

◎Mirror

My feet were stained with ink and I invited you to sit in front of the mirror

We said at the same time that the elk were there

In the woods, lost that night

You note the Analects in the room, and the light shines through the white paper

I was embroidering on it with a stroke of a drawing, and the doorknob was broken by a child

The crack in the door became the Strait of Gibraltar

Then I spread my legs apart and you turn your back to the mirror

You say that empty days drag you forward, day after day

You jumped into my lake and stirred. say:

I've been to Tibet, where the lake is the most beautiful, like a moonstone

But there are fish in your lake, and they will scatter in all directions

And slyly gathered up and pecked at me

The mirror slowly stood up and shook off all the look

The future is slowly ripening in tranquility

◎Nothing was found

All swans

They all have snow-white feathers. As white as snow

As you see, as you see

Day and night thoughts

The black swan in the mind, for the mind

There was no deep hostility

If you want to be your opponent, maybe you have to

Forget what you look like

Black and white memories nurtured in the emptiness

Both repeat the existence and non-existence

#Free Verse # #Poetry # Modern Poem #

Author: Jia Qianqian, poet, professor.