Xu Chunfang poetry Xu Chunfang
abyss wine, I can not drink a toast
have hometown, I do not want to go home
a mirror, I can not count the gray hair and wrinkles
There dusk, as wide as my troubles ah
dream so narrow, I turned a body
stars in the sky a broken cup
still those voices, in the memories
open flowers
naked game many years ago, we in the river in the shadow
deformation - swinging through the leaves of the reeds
water body, with the wind, our hands trembling
living symbol of the setting sun painted the moon rose up
- now how far
fan in your back, with our first moon
leaves drift down, covering respiratory
memory as I like the page slowly bring up old times ah
Junior Tour
I like to live, drink wine, write poetry
points at the moon in the shouts and lonely night.
dead, like, live have to live with that the moon and the parting
hold your hand, so the years passed
those days, as warm spring rain
you looked on my arms until the dawn, and then quietly I have gone greedily sucking
be on your body temperature
aromatic started my life kind of random trouble placing
also stopped at the blue morning
more empty bottle, mirror on the plot
the setting sun like a dusty black, the title to go the balcony scene
spring just come back, but you go with the flow
floating figure I can go?
weather is always so cold, not to mention I am a person
ocher mountains, or the old spring
peach branches with a smile on, and we sat on top of a rock covered with moss
, squeeze out the happiness of your footprints
go too fast, like lightning
across my sky, the clouds are long
in Jiangbei, the heart in the south, the birds can fly to that place and I can only
Hefei, looking at reflection of flowers, whether drunk or wake up
, lamp, or dream
each ear my body, I just want you to lie down beside the sun
black hair when I point in the early spring rain sitting
feel the sun that round black
my passion flowing into the river the night of the soul
voice
our eyes meet, in spring there
My dear, the pleasure of the sentence should be shorter, I'm not afraid of hard some
refused, I pursued the life of the suffering of the river
me, will not leave you dry
dusk
Your arrival is now Hefei tree lights
green
wind began to talk about past things
in front of you, I have panic
sunset stream of clean, grass wake
And when you go south the rain hooves tread
Castle Peak, looking forward to life
your hand
your silence is waiting for the bell of a clock above my
a rust
a small piece of my heart rust
name or memory of despair will scrape off the rust
added
to forget things such as grass growth year after year I come to memory
to the depths of a fresh wound secretion
past pain and blood began to
I do not want to cut through that.
I have to leave the south of the vegetation.
months
Hefei in the cold rain drenched wet my cold rain is before us
Hefei wine
initials in my mouth the bitterness of life
mountain, we have been clinging to the spring
, as is the wind shake the vine
where the pine needles, noon, the sun's light through the trees
gap are carved into my skin.
you loved you?
your prayers and you breathed?
an empty bucket into the southern sky, your eyes are dark
night
took your hand inside the jewel-like Lansing.
when we can meet again ?
minutes shaking
long silence in the opening
it does not lock my heart to go into your time.
bells filled the rain under the
- my wet tired and can not dry
night secret
wound I want to love and pray
years I walked into the dark streets
that night, in your face to see cherry blossoms swaying
Color
you drink some wine, and said eye Niexie
the significance of time in the night and burning
I had wine and red lips
shower even had a dream also explore the sensual pleasure
flowers in March, ah, how easily you spend litter
March, ah, You are my memories
trembling I can not see you - twenty-eight years of vicissitudes
started off the night's candlelight Shangming.
a love of words is sufficient.
like those cold snowy night,
you gently to the sleeping with my clothes
formalism tears
a Boudoir
treasure
life amber color
< br> whisper of the rain
through your hair seems to be transparent
nocturnal silence sat rigid as we face the words swirling leaves
how to recite the sky west
singing < br> Horse slowly drinking his own shadow
willows dip cool the air so full of pain
Moonlight Road, near to the metal
far-away dream of grass into an address
lips closed tight Salon closed round fan
lonely
hear me
White Parasol Rain
hazy sound of the trees injured eagle wings in the wind shaking
through the darkest night
the fire, near a clump of plants, silent
cherry red lips, open the book of ancient incense
a buzz word and poets shouting:
car I want, I want short skirts abalone, the officials
drunken nap
like having the stomach on the beach as the footprints
Ouniao wedge into the village, the city bulldozers
wandering people, glued to the heavy rain on the
Mobile Phones burning rotten birds wandering
dream, the lonely moon pond
stroking my knee pain
old country, like, ah, the sound of leaves
issue I do not believe in my heart long ago ah -
dump destroyed the tower, be able to hook a few sun?
first talk about a person's river my heart:
Piaofeng two decrepit buildings leak, but also dark and humid
ability to shelter the world can there be?
went on my body now:
a Chou Pinang
fame and fortune that two flies buzzing stung
also hold
Besides my hand:
suffering deep plow the land along the river to start
Rise and Fall of thousands of stories to talk about my eyes the last
it:
two switch horse < br> galloping horse in the dream of the boundaries
butterflies flying under a person's rivers
then surging waves will gradually dry
way to nourish the natural vegetation has joy
life
Xuchun Fang, male, born in 1976, Anhui Wangjiang people, Anhui Province Writers Association. Jiangnan wit Flirting admire his life, like Zuiwo country, Yin Xiao, heaven and earth weather.
heart awakening (external four)
poem in my mind awake:
beast of a climb out of hibernation caves
chew those leaves
with the sun of spring at the foot of pregnancy make me walk the land
clear strong
rain and flowers coming out to me so mad
so glad I saw the gorgeous, spring comes
I drown in the sound of the qin
my country submerged in the red in the flowers
life, death is a girl with the moon face
tempt me with a smile on her bed lying
crazy night life is even holding a candle as the face of those days left Begonia
blade sharp verses as the boundaries of
brighter than the morning of the blue also
night is my companion trembling naked breasts
full moon night I figure flying around in my
Dance is the heart:
a red moon, a beehive in the world in the depths of the home
behind a wall, is another name for indifference
brilliant flower is spring another smile
which side I stand on the world?
I abandon the moon and a path leading to the temple I am guarding the stone and bamboo
Eastern
maze of love in the body in calling me
in your eyes, it was a beautiful day
in your eyes, it was wonderful world
birds away marks the sky dream.
my hand touch running water My beloved blue
was an old song
volcanoes in the world of magma deep in the overwhelming fascination
so hoarse that day - if you want to snow
silence - - Light leaves off twigs
December, said in December to do a thousand words
nostalgia, which is a holiday?
in your eyes, like a misty in the
I am a boat drifting in the distance This is the perfect process
.
reeds in the vast
a sleepless moon, the body hold water
I did not want to talk about
those memories and nights I do not know where my heart
has been forgotten in the calls of birds can not hear the
only in your body
home I can smell the fragrance of rice flower
history of depression
universe a hundred battlefields!
day weathered bones carved in a faint white light.
quit the moon is a drop of tears of the millennium.
vast land, ah, an old who do not want to throw away the grave Shamao?
blind Homer, cut a piece of the waves of the Aegean Sea.
where Qu Yuan's shoes?
Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
there is more than sad Salt sad? (outside Cap)
Xu Chunfang
there is more sad than sad salt?
middle moonlight I stand, I stand among the moonlight
tears that I said to this land The most beautiful language!
the mountains of the motherland spring straightened
more vast than the empire. chrysanthemum and plum blossom all over the place!
mountains bold lines passing through the eye swept.
Oh, illusory the road, where I come from afar?
you? in the palm of your hand on the scale of the earth about the sun of life weight
glowing blade.
palace of the emperor sitting in the middle, sitting in the Empire power of the middle, the people sitting in the middle of a sigh, the poet and the moon sitting on the middle of the glass.
> Poetry Plowshare deep plowing the land of dreams.
empire more vast than the dreams I have nothing
can wait, I can not wait for nothing.
a robber to write the history, a history of lies and deceit , a people's blood, sweat and bones of writing history. East and West continue to read the wind.
.
leaves wandering on the road as pedestrians.
have no one to listen to the poet to speak, no one not used to kneeling on the next call Dan Chi Long live the Emperor was already a black night, and already the candle the shadow of the fire alone.
my poems is blue sky and the East.
in the middle of all the things, my name was called softly.
wine is my wake. < br> poet ah, the time has.
Dangqi a small boat, go right into the vast dream.
woman's lips is a crescent moon
in my garden, you stand.
in your eyes, I left.
road we have traveled around the neck of your red scarf do?
woman's lips are crescent moon
I shivered in the following night.
late at night. night dipped into my bones.
slowly savor a spoonful of the night, which is the most concentrated your voice.
loneliest bar in front of me shaking candle.
red fox tail flash, an urban forest and drooping.
in my garden, the flower faded.
in your eyes, One Fine Spring Day was.
Butterfly I did not wake up
butterfly in a dream, reading the world seems to love down Spring
life
it will never die
cry for thousands of years spent under the moon people
We refuse to jump into the pollution of the soul
love the night sky bathed
the distance, a warm light in the darkness, light
explore emotional and intellectual life of the wings
skillfully Meteor garden in the youth through
deep dry well in the vast ocean
secret in my body the seed of thought and the sky with flying
do not blow out the lights of compassion < br> Do not throw away precious memories of all things so deeply that I
weeds and streams running side
while calling my name
who wake me from the cup
suffered a lot, me and the earth
may live in the tragic loneliness of the blue planet
dream to make people stronger stand on one leg
my cold dead branches on the birds, the winter wind so sharp
to leaves on the trees are cut down and the cold nights
a snow knife.
deserted road have no feathers
I brushed my
it has been dry and then flew over the chaotic
too much water and mountains with snow snow
the snow with hh
me more lonely, more lonely
I miss the sound of a flower in spring lake
she had and I am happy to talk to
cast my soul is my hard
foot long tree tree on the cliff in the vast sky
I ask because I have compassion and tears
has a shining fire-like heart.
my hair in the world - the clouds
my eyes - Deep in the Night
my body - my heart riverside tower
ah - - room lights
riverside pagodas have suffered a lot of wind and rain
- still meet the time as a candle lit
no one can take anything -
up the grave The wildflowers can not wake the dead
We live in a century
- playing with the flow of war and pray for the time
poetry - I takes a strong blow to those who face fist
indifferent to the heart of the
home crying the memory (sequence)
Xu Chunfang
in my heart, slowly pull up a bucket swinging bucket
stars and the cool summer night in my
heart, and slowly pull up a bucket
seem to recall, when we stand in the well
blowing your hair fluttering, lips panic
seem to recall, when we stand in the well
you say, like the dew of the mosaic
breeze brought hazy and unspeakable aroma
you say, like the dew of the mosaic
sky, a meteor with a long-time dream of past lives
bloom at this time, next life, where we figure carved?
sky, a meteor with a long-cherished wish
past lives in the memory, we are pure
you washed my moment of wavefront younger than
moment in the memory, we are pure
gradually remote villages that ah, I care of it all:
submerged in the moonlight, the roof, crashed into that sleep Evening Bell
increasingly remote villages ah, I care all
hometown quiet as the sky is no trace of the heart of the sediment.
blue smoke floating roof tiles in the morning tilt above
white rain, wearing Zhu Li Women
bending of the land in the ringing calls in the labor Cuckoo
ancestors sleep in scarred pine bushes
shining wings of a crow, dressed in white free deep color
temple, the bell
intermittent echoed in the mountains, as if the confession, drowsiness and crying
far it seems, the village sky as if kneeling in prayer with the heater
, when the rain, thrown
ray of golden rice paddy fields passing the smell of manure mirror
farmers figure of the black carbon, a ridge of frogs
fertile generations is so alive, and lucid evening
souls of their ancestors to the oil lamp pale apparition
thirsty, I drink the water of old wells:
blue water sweet sorrow and childhood farm notes
listen to the elders
speaking, I do not know what happened a year
war, disease and famine in turn
Crows flying duty, the people displaced
mouth with her great-grandmother's mother chew a piece of pork to die
That year-old mother, mouth, Tim was a bright little red wooden bowls
carry the coffin of the dead who fell on the Luanfen Gang on
a year, wearing a tall hat who collapsed along the village procession
permitted, family House honors the god of plague people secretly like
cry: ah
this bitterness another year coming to an end someday, field grass, cattle rest
wash mud on the legs, as migratory birds fly to the city
Zhang Xiaonan figure rotation in the neon lights in the
Meteors June, he was a butcher millet Lili
greasy sleeves rolled up go past the village
shiny in his hand a dagger, but also splashing drops down
memory is not without its warm people just do
father in the river for fish creel home
leaking water plants and the smell of fish moist.
another , the infinite royal graciousness, Kusano
farmers do not pay over the grain tax
puff and singing, watching the landscape in the sunset melt
homeland following the same Fallen flowers falling from the cuckoo in my homesick
woke up late spring:
sparkling waters in the white willow tree bent over
duck croaks, water fish,
paddy seedling has just been inserted on the morning dew egret spinner
wet his trousers rolled up
step on the grass hissing sound of footsteps startled from time to time in his father
egret and the silence of the sky between the spinner to the villages and farming
marked with vivid memories of punctuation
This is the time of tender.
I saw the seeds of my country is doing, in the fields covered with green wind ;
I saw tears my heart to do, but also flow into the rivers.
crevices of my fingers pinching the pen also Jinjinzuanzhao
purple paddy fields, gentle and fertile mud
One day I will lay into the home of the thick soil
dispossessed of my dreams and self-deprecating asylum
a homeless man, broken in the earth where
wear hats, blowing a whistle through the streets holding candle
diary writing romantic night
often picked up the language of the hammer, sweat flowing landscape and memory
forged into the shiny silver necklace
I do not know where I learned this craft
poetry lovers do not love, got no money for jewelery in
also only the dead of night, a small temple dedicated to the Greek city
afternoon after the rain, the silence of the street is a black hole
fall birds pecking on the wire a few drops of water on its wings.
speeding car into muddy water splashed pedestrian clothes
- I live in this rainy, lonely City
cut off work to go home
catty red salt duck on the balcony, chairs and glasses
gracefully to stopping by to invite relatives rarely - the moon
hear her walking in a century white people
spectrum, songs
fascinating journey in front of the Tang Dynasty, how narrow my verse in the Song Dynasty porcelain
before how much my life in the rough
shelf in front of the neck of the sword, I thought I should learn how weak
by day those who live in the trees
- headlong into the soil deeply grateful to live a more exuberant foliage
Lost while breeze rippled the green fields of the Asian
fur
a stone bridge, thirty-two peach tree farm
few
village life in the burning hay and branches to the moon between the following
My childhood was over the moon falls on the rolling green tiles
issued a fine on the sound of snow
nothing too much here -
wearing a black robe off the soul of the ancient poet
roof cat is moving rapidly flash slowly
dream club knife knife penetrated the lights along the road vehicle
big mouth out his tongue licking the city
frightened me figure
How can the departure from the country was born?
moon in my hands is an injured bird
tablets by poetry and dreams of healing
while it will be put into the dark pines cemetery
liberation from the human world with tolerance
parting night
lights lights
memorization
figure in rock now, I sink into the dark night of pain
ore drilling happy as we are.
tomorrow, here
raging on the streets in Hefei I like a crowd in
reed
alone in the wind Luanchui
supporting the body is such love.
deep down in the eye socket of insomnia in the world carved
cruel parting < br> my dream I can fly south to
- just a few seconds
the ability of my body have not learned
a person sitting in the mountains
one is the ancient tower
is tranquil brick.
thing the world of clouds drifting across my head.
I dreamed of, is the swing hanging a pair of red moon cakes in the hands of
swing away. < br> I went through, the country banks of small rivers
grass is my feeling weak.
really hurt the mind, sharp teeth biting rain
mountains of hard rocks.
ah wind, rain, ah, how easy it is to preserve memories of lost love red
girls like falling toward the tree Kuchu
lonely teardrop
was a butcher in a light wool scraping pig eyes < br> gleaming knife is the most painful hell.
why the beauty of life, I only have so easily disappear into the mountains
tower
to understand time is the greatest musician the world.
can tune breaking a big piano sound
silent love is my second first born
awakening.
morning words into verse, like a flock of birds landed
wings on the branches stained with the color of the morning
Life is not always sad songs, the bride in the flower garden between
.
vast
my country because my mind is vast.
cause your indulgence - - AIDS
you grief - depression
you grow flowers - hand full of thorns
you lie - lies in retribution
you get - you lose
modern life - spirit Garden
stars of light - the night's Busch
days and days, ah, why so asymmetries
arrow of time - such as the secret paths bend you over and over again the memory of
miss the green grass grow
listen to it - the golden bell tower of Riverside
it will tell you that pre-existence and human small
Sauvignon Blanc
first met you I remember you
The second I saw you
melt in your eyes is the dream of a bell cricket.
a candle, one night the moon are moving in the sky
the vertical ladder
We came
not sleep tonight, among the flowers bloom - the joy of our short
moon tonight - your bright red lips and mouth
my heart lost in the moonlight, like ice skates
the next trip down the traces of love carved.
as the prodigal son I will not forget the bitter
tavern songs and lights
the figure has gone away lake city Love is broken
deep that only the pain
you ever walked barefoot on the earth are stone or glass
the hard cuts that only the pain of deep love
to start shaking like the old farmer had
moth-eaten ear of corn peel the eyes of his mouth
elegance
grievances and the vicissitudes of life spent under the drinking song
play into the hands on the lamp to see the sword
how people live elegance
ah
Tang dynasty poet
matter how poor donkey's hooves also can Jian
carved ping ping ze ze in Itabashi
the Song Dynasty < br> Lone Wild Goose a boat in the wake of the storm glass and verses keep
Yuan, Ming Yu Wen ah
Merry accidentally drop a piece of paper the ink stains left me with only one
Street car call and whistle when they walk, taking a closer look
a BMW will not suddenly go mad?
day for those who sing to be drunken
papered someone else wearing the reputation
I just want to head it
a man lying on the grass in the bottle
head, like my heart's poetry
willow bank
Yes, sweltering with the ashes of memories tears
treasures shining moon in my hands
Shaotou anchor in the weeping willow.
We stood there, standing in the cold wind
standing close to the silence of nothingness
you are a walk with me through the night with a lantern
your eyes, like dew fresh fruit.
your hand over the cold moonlight
tomorrow, but also remember
walk that path with us it?
would you like a stranger to get
obtained according to the white walls of my shadow
we stare, two willow
river will never return that night the river
stars and insomnia the night chewing
people in the world, I was a little beast
injured hand to accept your gentle dressing
in your arms, my heart is pure
our insignificant life of our dreams never end
May, twilight of the spring flowers in May on the back to head the silent moon
it
she had become weak then wanes
more than one thing wrong to God and I have chosen
shaking candle before the shrine was selected verses
bright dipping blood
you leave a fallen leaf
body image from the night At first, I learned to enjoy life
, a person lying in bed listening to the rain fall, the village
your body, a village in the fall October
thriving scene hanging breasts
I shiver hand, heavy harvest moon and my time
night
Zheshan mild, such as love lips
The path side of the mosaic
still remember the name of a person I
in the terminal waiting for the return of abandoned vessels
My paper house shelter built
my dear, I remember your name
water day and night as the earth continues to live Kenshi Rocks
. a bitter well
is my soul, to swallow a few drops of your trembling figure
to praise the formation of the abyss.
lonely lonely snake ah - my body walking through life
more than one deep trap ah
land, whether black, red or yellow earth
land are under the plow in the power of the people in the bustling devastated
ah, do the road leading to heaven only piece of
the seed of faith has deserted
was conspirators cooked
sowing misery in a country where the
I can look forward to the fall harvest you?
diamonds into the hands of the blind, stone
night I flood my
human interest pegged me as a wolf will
dawn sky treasures looted.
the name of the light is so beautiful
my poem, Only sad
my love, only despair
I'm used to the moon wanes
I used to pray, but not enough
river, my last of my strings
the highest body to play audio
enlightening a drop of rain is my refuge
mind passing a few gray from head Pusu Su sparrows
tears at the window, sliding
I vaguely remember that song The color black and blue in the moonlight, and my footprints on your heart covered with tears, tears of red maple leaves, with white light shining lonely world I'm closer to the night as her long hair beast teeth in each burst of pomegranate I have a been killed
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