Four poems by Xu Jianwei
1. Meditation. In dreams.
Tree-lined landscape. Birds chirp.
I sat cross-legged in the secluded garden.
The body and mind are in tune with nature.
A flash of light. Break all the silence.
A green leaf. Falling on my shoulder.
Eyes slowly opened.
The world is a colorful rain flower stone.
August 24, 2016.
2. Winter solstice. this day.
The night occupied the longest.
this day. The day is brewing and slowly expanding.
December 22, 2016 (21 is the winter solstice).
3. Bloody memories - made for the Nanjing Da** Memorial Day on December 13.
Drizzle. Tears of the sky.
Who can erase that bloody memory.
Difficult to delineate.
than nightmare pictures.
It's even worse.
In the testimonies of survivors.
That's the sum of fear.
Pools of blood froze and memories boiled.
There are people. Before he could utter his first cry.
Icy bayonet.
and pierced his mother's belly.
obscured the light of life.
There are people. It's just a baby waiting to be fed.
Didn't taste my mother's milk.
Rushing to the face.
But it was magma gushing blood.
There are people. It's just a childish schoolchild.
Follow the teacher in class.
Human beings are inherently good.
He witnessed the atrocities of sin.
There are people. Looking forward to the wedding with my lover.
The red wedding dress was burned to ashes by fire.
In the broken vanity mirror.
The faces of beasts are reflected.
There are people. The last second round was fired.
And then treat life as if it were the last shot.
The middle ** person before the sacrifice.
On the tip of the tongue, there is still an aftertaste of Zhuangxing wine.
Memories are bloody.
Everything freezes.
Cry for 300,000 unjust souls.
Let the lives that have passed.
Knowing that posterity has not forgotten.
Tears wash away the blood.
Another world.
The mountain of fear has collapsed.
The Tree of Peace grows strong.
December 22, 2016.
Fourth, look back. That day.
It dawned on me.
Even though it's a sparkling snowflake.
If you are not careful, it will melt.
That month. I suddenly noticed.
Even if it's a clean dream.
In the blink of an eye, it was gone.
That year. It dawned on me.
A mirage in the desert.
Disappeared in an instant.
That life. But I'm willing to indulge.
Touch the full moon in the water of the lake.
Taste the rose in the mirror.
It's just—on the secluded steps.
I'm gone.
In the eyes of the tide.
You leave quietly.
Twilight Looking back.
Looking back at Mu Ran.
18 October 2009.
About author] Xu Jianwei (male), pen name Wen Mang, born in Shanghai, China, graduated from East China University of Political Science and Law, member of Shanghai Pudong New Area Writers Association, deputy director of Lujiazui Creation Center, won the first prize of the 3rd and 5th Shanghai Citizen Poetry Creation Competition, the third prize of the 4th and 6th Shanghai Citizen Poetry Creation Competition, won the "Centennial Glory" Poetry Award of Hubei Provincial Radio and Television Bureau and Hubei Writers Association in 2021, and in 2022, "Flame Blooming" was awarded by the ** Social Liaison Department of the Communist Youth League, The first prize of the national essay on the theme of "Youth Winter Olympics Gathering Youth" jointly sponsored by the Beijing Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League and the News and Propaganda Department of the Beijing Winter Olympics Organizing Committee. His works have been mainly published in newspapers and periodicals such as "Chinese Poetry", "Yangtze River Poetry", "Reading Times", "Pudong Poetry Magazine", and some of his works have been included in books and periodicals such as "Happiness", "Echoes of the World Expo" and "Scholarly Life".