I was sitting in the corner at Loudi, Hunan Province
This state lasted for an hour.
...
Maybe what we are confused
just a concrete fog
Maybe quietness
only gives us peace itself
...
There is nothing in the middle
I heard a lot of laughter
The cry came from afar I can't hear
...
Let the picked fruit
lie in the basket
Use the eyes of expectation
catalyze it day by day
...
All the flowers are blooming
No one tries to eliminate another
There is no thought that can coerce people
Ideas, prejudices, misunderstandings, barriers
...
Ziki Chen, His pseudonym is Yifan Xiao.He is a Poet, translator, English teacher, master of translation. His works have been selected into the authoritative annual anthology and won Guangxi network literature contest poetry award, green grass literature award, world Chinese poetry award, national top ten campus poets award and other awards.)
A Spring Hour In The Afternoon
I was sitting in the corner at Loudi, Hunan Province
This state lasted for an hour.
I thought of those person whose soul can't land
staring at the empty chair with great desire
Just in front of me by the figure
Quickly returned to my side silently
They were much larger than their exist before
emptying my whole body little by little
I had to look back
seriously searching, rising my head
about the time's diary of old things
Cry words without tears
yellowing in the corner and can not go out
The handle I can't reach
can't open some heavy door
It made me stay at the room without resist
Comforted myself with the so-called narrator
This was a continuous beautiful afternoon in spring
I smelt the breath of life in a burst of flowers
forgot all about it when I fall sleep gradually
I killed a flea on my trousers accidentally
It made my dream a little shiver
I can't just sit
A long hour
stood up and left a seat.