Selected Poetry Works of Kanayama

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-19

"Looking for the Moon".

High-rise buildings in the city.

Look for the moon in the mountains.

You first have to find.

An open field.

I'm going to find out the neighborhood tonight.

I've looked for two main streets.

I found the one who was looking for the moon.

A gang of people.

I heard the child shouting twice.

It's coming out.

I saw Yue'er popping up.

It was wet and dangling.

It dawned on me.

It just fell off.

The monkeys are suffering.

Salvaged in a dry well.

"Walking".

Yesterday friends got together.

Drinking, talking and laughing.

Someone spoke to the wind and drizzle.

Some people's words collided excessively.

Today, the second day of October.

Changed shoes and went to the lake.

Walk, stretch your hands and feet.

The feet knock on the ground.

Good air, good view.

Think about it, too, people, people.

The action of getting close to the dirt.

More useful than urbane words.

can caress and nourish you. Life.

"Two Questions for Meditation".

aWalk by the lake.

A lot of people. All are exercising.

Some walk. Some fiddle with their hands and feet.

Some are standing or sitting.

Meditate. Sometimes I like it too.

In this way, close your eyes.

The world in the head.

Bigger than what is in front of you.

Also richer, one no.

Be careful, it will fly out of the world.

Fly to what is called the universe.

Infinite world. bGod's thoughts.

All of a sudden. Fly to the brain.

I don't know. Should you reach out or not.

Let go of the tentacles of thought.

Stick it and hold it.

A moment of hesitation. It's fleeting.

As fast as having no hands or feet.

No wonder the birds and planes.

Flying, all curled up with their feet.

Gather your own. Undercarriage.

"Standing Pile".

I don't know if it's a ban on fishing.

Or monitor water quality.

There are already on the lake.

Vertical and horizontal two rows in a row.

A wooden stake that emerges from the water.

It's autumn, and the wind is blowing.

Waterfowl are the first to fly.

Rush to stand on the pile. I don't care about that.

A great autumn view on the lake.

Or for the birds of the lake.

Recuperate and marvel.

They rushed for one.

Cool summer send-off.

For those who have arrived.

Autumn with a little blood. Salute to you.

Bodhisattva "Speechless Bodhisattva.

Fire, people.

At his feet. Namaste was speechless.

This expression. A contagion.

The next one is on fire.

It's the Chicken Beep Bodhisattva.

You covered your mouth. Tell me quietly.

Hey, this is.

Thunder and rain. Tiger Arhat.

"I don't understand".

British bookmakers.

No. 1 in the odds list.

This is not a train.

Push it yourself. But most of the countrymen.

I can't read the remnants of the snow.

It's true. I have an experience.

A lot of my friends.

Some are still university Chinese departments.

Come out and touch me.

will sigh deeply.

Can't read yours. Spoken word poetry.

"Little Girls Little Boys".

Teacher Song in the new semester.

I took over the first year of junior high school.

I went back to the office and kissed it.

A large stack of homework books in his hand.

I love these too much.

Little girl, little boy.

Eyes are clear. I'm still shy when I see people.

From the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school.

Two rounds down, hehe.

It doesn't matter if you have gray hair and wrinkles.

The kids are day by day.

It's not cute, it's tiring.

"This place calls the crickets and impeachments".

After Dad was knocked down.

He didn't go to school.

The movement is still in full swing on campus.

He and a few friends.

Sleep at home in broad daylight.

Evening to the Mustang Road Nursery Forest.

Grab the bullet and cover it in a round basin.

Watch them face each other.

With a head fluffy.

Impeachment grass teased.

You bite me, I bite you.

You bite off my arm, I bite off your thigh.

You fight to the death.

It was dark for a while.

It's fun to scream and make a fuss.

"It's Getting Dark".

Look out the window again and again.

It's getting dark, it's getting dark.

You can smell it when it's dark.

Mom came back from the factory.

Smelling the coarse powder steamed buns brought back from the cafeteria.

Aroma with the smell of sawdust in a large steamer.

Many people in the village starved to death.

It was eaten by the big canteen in the village.

The next door neighbor of the belly is the second old lady.

In the evening she fell in the cafeteria.

The brick yard at the entrance was surrounded.

A large number of people look at the Western view.

I couldn't sit still again and again after school.

I turned off the sun again and again.

North window, open the back door of the night.

Look outside, it's getting dark, it's getting dark.

"Little Temple by the Lake".

Second Senior Brother and. The third senior brother is biting his ears.

The little junior brother pretended not to care.

I eavesdropped on my heart, but I didn't hear anything.

Treat more than a dozen brothers.

Got it all, oh.

There's a mystery going on.

Come to the temple twice in three days.

was tricked by the ** people as the big boss.

Boss Anan got the woman and was arrested.

The senior brother sat and deliberately straightened up.

The crotch of the pants that can't stand up anymore.

The wooden fish mallet was hammered down heavily.

scolded fiercely.

Le Death goods locked him up. Amitabha.

"The Poet Who Wrote".

Poet. It's a poet.

Pre-restrictive words.

Famous poets, headline poets, old poets.

Farmer poet, coal mine poet, takeaway poet.

It is tantamount to blasphemy.

This and someone handsome is handsome.

Don't call him a handsome old man. Similarly.

"The Great River".

Teacher Qi Bangyuan.

80 years old, 5 years.

Complete this magnum opus of prose.

By the pen of the writer like a rafter.

The real history is telling.

The Chinese people are miserable and the national tragedy is a tragedy.

Highlight the era.

The vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically.

Taiwan straits. The shore has begun to clear up.

Literature joins in the reconstruction of history.

The other side is still hesitating.

Many pens are afraid to move.

Some are secretly written.

It's still in the locked. in a drawer.

"Heavy Rain".

On the way out of school. Heavy rain came.

It's summer. Who's afraid of whom.

Bag armpit clip.

A shout against the heavy rain.

Ran up, and the mother took it.

Umbrella spikes are coming.

See us all.

A soaking wet little rain man.

I forgot to hand over the umbrella for a while.

muttered silly children in a row.

Silly kid, silly kid.

"A Tear".

Someone described. Taihu Lake is the eye.

Lihu Lake is just. A tear that overflowed it.

Every morning to the lake.

From the late Ming Dynasty sages.

Gao Panlong sat in front of the statue.

I will say it silently in my heart.

Yes, a tear.

The grief is infinite, conscience.

Under the gaze, one.

Bright tears.

"Remnant Lotus".

Long guns and short cannons. Gather around the pool.

Pat the remnants. Not to show the tragedy.

Look at them jokes.

Leave a generous and tragic one.

Record this world of another.

A reflection of life. Great beauty.

"Gaozi Water Dwelling Stone Tablet".

on the lake embankment. The edge of the woods.

There are a few pieces scattered here and there.

More than a dozen stone tablets.

Engraved images of the sages.

and Sayings of the Prophets.

They are all descendants. For them and for themselves. engraved.

About the Author: Jin Shan, male. A native of Wujin, Jiangsu. He now lives in Wuxi, Jiangsu. He is the author of the poetry collection "Window of the River", "Selected Poems of Jinshan", "Jin Yin Zhao Sad Song", "Hard Poet VS Hard Poetry", "I Lean", the prose collection "Ode to the Three Girls", and the short and medium story collection "Happy Song".

Editor-in-Chief: An Juanying.

Editor: Editorial Department of Inexhaustible.com.

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