ID: 631
Poem title: Hometown Tianya.
Winter Dream (Hong Kong).
Dandelion. Is your hometown at the end of the earth?
It is the wind deliberately. Will be the years of your life.
Peel off piece after piece.
Snow-like white. Kujue (Thailand).
Dandelions that are white and awake in autumn.
Confidently holding dreams and illusions.
Carry an umbrella and follow the amorous bagpipes.
Go to the distance where the white clouds float.
Night has fallen.
Hold an umbrella for the moon.
2023 11 15 6 a.m. at Listening to the Rain Grass Hall in Taijing. )
Piaofu (China).
Small white butterflies.
Fly, fly, fly. Where are you going to fly.
Where is your home?
It's the cape, it's the end of the world.
It doesn't matter where your hometown is.
You will go to the mountains and seas.
Never give up. Xu Bin (Macau).
Night on the outskirts of Yangon.
Dad said Taishan's grass insect stewed eggs.
Fantastic and memorable.
Mom said the citrus pastoral of Xinhui.
The forest is sweet and delicious.
That's where I'm far away.
First hometown. It's strange, I want to go.
Distant Yangon River, Lai River.
Far away in the suburbs of Chinatown.
The little bridge flows.
The green hollow vegetable garden.
Under the blue sky and white clouds.
White cranes in flight.
I'm already on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.
The second hometown is far away in the world.
Bid farewell to Cangshan and Erhai.
Say goodbye to the plateau.
Bid farewell to the overseas Chinese farm.
Say goodbye to growing up and starting a family.
Third home. The story of youth is recorded there.
The footsteps of migration stopped at Haojiang.
The first hometown is close at hand.
I miss the distant Yijiang.
The Jinsha River in the distance.
This hometown is already within reach.
That hometown is at the end of the world.
2023 12 13 morning in Macau.
Wang Ziyu (Myanmar).
On the border. Peace and war separate the banks of the river.
Civil war has scorched homes.
Refugees fleeing war.
Seeing my hometown is right in front of me.
But the uncrossable thunder pool.
Let the hometown be as far as the end of the world.
Home can only be seen, not returned.
Mountain Rock (Philippines).
He returned to his hometown that year. Very lonely to step into my father's old house.
I give it to the folks who live in old houses.
Put your father's name on it.
The hillman nodded in recollection.
He found a few frames in a pile of old books in the room.
Daddy's**.
It reminds me of my dad.
It makes me feel more and more lonely.
When the time came, I had to stay away.
Like Daddy.
The old house recedes in time and space.
Retreat to the horizon.
Morning Dew (Malaysia).
The clear river is still in the dream.
Trickling and singing day and night.
In the grass at night with the moon.
There are bugs with insomnia.
Sing low thoughts.
Drunk is sitting alone on the river pavilion.
The girl was like a poem.
Picturesque eyes sparkling.
I can't go back to my hometown.
Clear can't go back.
A river of turbid yellow croaker shrimp relocated.
Deforestation is verdant.
Hometown Tianya. How far that is the journey.
Every year. Year after year.
My hometown, mine.
A river of flowing water. Gurgling in my heart.
ID: 632
Title: Dragonflies must understand the sorrow before the lotus withers.
Winter Dream (Hong Kong).
The beautiful season has changed with the years.
No more of the original attraction.
The lotus flower is still struggling to comfort me.
As long as the heart of perseverance is still there.
The red-eyed dragonfly arrives to see off the lotus.
It envies duckweed.
Leave no trace after the wind.
You can start a family anywhere.
The dragonfly must have understood the grief before the lotus flower withered.
As I know it.
The ripples in the pool have the same background as duckweed.
It's called drifting. Kujue (Thailand).
The leaves and flowers of the lotus go with the seasons.
The farewell red dragonfly is here.
A lotus canopy that is held by water.
Will it let the snowflakes from afar stay?
The wings of the dragonfly stop in the air.
Listen to the sound of rain coming from the lotus canopy.
2023 11 18 6 a.m. at Listening to the Rain Grass Hall in Taijing. )
Piaofu (China).
The wind is gentle. The water is clear.
The dragonfly is reluctant to be there.
The lotus hovers over its head.
Murmuring. Pulse frequent.
The dragonfly must have understood the grief before the lotus flower withered.
Wang Ziyu (Myanmar).
It starts with the sharp corners of the small lotus.
The beauty-loving dragonfly girl came to explore three times in one day.
When the lotus flowers are different from the sun.
She and Hegu became the twin girls in the pool.
When the season washes off the red makeup of the lotus.
Ink freehand painting-like remnants.
still insists on her dedication to beauty.
Dragonflies that still explore three times a day.
I must know the sorrow before the lotus withers.
ID: 633
Poem title: Welcoming Winter.
Winter Dream (Hong Kong).
The wind blew up overnight. This morning.
See the flowers falling all over the garden.
The birds in the trees were confused.
There is no white snow, no grass, and green green.
What winter songs can you sing.
Kujue (Thailand).
The tree puts leaves and flowers.
Set it on the ground.
Cover with a snow-white quilt.
The nest said to the bird.
There is not a dream or a fantasy.
Able to bypass winter and reach spring.
2023 11 20 6 a.m. at Listening to the Rain Grass Hall in Taijing. )
Piaofu (China).
A burst of frost stained.
Add a little chill.
Red maple sand.
Say goodbye to the earth.
With autumn gone.
Clouds in the morning light.
ushered in the warm winter sun.
Chung Tsz-mei (Hong Kong).
Burn the red stove fire. Leave it for a while.
From childhood climbing roses.
Speaking of the twilight of the sky.
Window. The snowfield was cold and silent, and it was white.