Shaofeng Hua (December 1969 -), poet, critic. 1983 began writing poetry in 2002 - the beginning of 2004 wandering outside the Caucasus region, living in Baku. With a collection of poems, "missing", poetry collection "The Yellow River mouth poet tribes," Essays "embrace without any hesitation," and the novel, writing a number of criticisms. Editor of China Journal "poetry." Now lives in Dongying.
2004 and the Long March, format, Angel, away from other horses known to initiate and participate in "Aurora controversy" to "knifed" Xie Mian, Wu Sijing, critical "security written" and "mainstream ideological criticism" and other words aroused waves. The "Call lyrics," the article in the "Beijing News" was published, the commitment should be widely and also, multi reproduced, re-trigger the lyrics thinking.
Writing in 2007, "The Fall of criticism, or a theory of poetry", and critics of the bad habits and the blind pursuit of Zheng Xiaoqiong poetry critical of received echoes of many poets.
_Select_ed Poems:
Tuhai
I tuhai young river swimming, romance
Inexplicable sadness I was young
Engraved shore young poplar
"I remember elegance heartbroken at "-----
That is my ghostwriter with a knife
That is my frown
Something which the whole world of sadness ... ...
They often forget the fly
These sparrows are
The smallest members
Field production team of the sun
They like a row of students, just how neat rows
Morning light they practice
Fly
A block of brown clay
Left to the poles
Their land of God, full of admiration
Their harvest god, full of admiration
Their work of God, full of admiration
They often forget the fly ... ...
Pear
I can only describe pear,
I can only describe the spring.
Pear drop, and
This two pear, one after the other
Tear off their petals,
Like those poor place to the girl,
Can not wait
So she was pregnant, abortion.
I can only describe pear, and
I can only describe the spring.
Side of the white stone moat,
Into silence.
Pear traumatic enough, calm down.
But it is not better than stone,
More silence.
Similarly,
Ishibashi no better than my former life,
More silence ... ...
Chat
The end of the spring evening I saw the dawn
In the spring evening, I cling to a budding willow
It is not out of frightened eyes wide open
Street, I heard the first whisper adults pay
They certainly will not talk about the fate of
Press but from time to time by time ... ...
Park on the back
I came here during the day
Park on the back of secretly hide my wings
Ziye Li, and under the shadow of a basket of Bits of Gold
A miniature reconnaissance aircraft were sent to
Last year, the whereabouts of a person
This small road along the road cut
I am unknown bushy area
Not familiar
When I fold the next evening light fades
Switchgrass does not give anyone a short
A young couple pressed the bell ring
Disappeared at the end of the road
At this time darkness fell the like
They took off his clothes to the left behind
October 23
I certainly want to put them
In a place within reach
I put down my portfolio, a parody of the thing
I put down plastic bottles, I drank the milk has been
Distant cattle
I put down the sun
The sun shone, disheveled -
I taste the sun, not wet, cold
Not as a woman overnight, without carefully
Lose reproductive ability
In the morning
Note that I head past the street
They look tired, water out of fashion
As if this life has just spent
The most volatile night
October 24
I do not know
In the evening there will be so white
Clouds. Guests outside the hotel
Feel dizzy
Only a momentary blank
I admit that I always cherish sad
I know that I have experienced all
They will be
Once again, experience
Autumn short
All have been too late to treasure
October 25
Was yesterday
Some people out
Others
Scattered away
Was yesterday
Some people have wings
Hidden behind
Look how innocent
Is not yesterday
This night
I sat in the window
Hear the alarm
Once again sounded
They simulate a bombing of nothingness
We are ready to die many times the real
Autumn
1
We have glass walls
Relative sitting
Failure of the solemn and quiet as withered Chrysanthemum
2
I am living this half-
Never seen
My brothers
Such as leaves return
They are naked, sounded sad
They wore the sun_set_
Hair covered Hanxing
They return
To recite with me
A sad poem
3
I will be living in a small town corner
I will die here
I will be on the earth
A small error
But harmless
Winter sun
Sitting under the winter sun
I did not think would be so warm
A long time, no such calm down
Even if nothing, do nothing
So sit, look far
Like a fool
So what? I am quiet, and
Felt this quiet beautiful
Weather forecast said: sun_set_ clouds Message
Concerned about the weather. Damn
Everyone in writing poetry, I have nothing to say
Everyone is in love, I love what is good
At the moment I just want to drink
With a strangers, even if it is a man
And if a woman, no different
At the moment I just want to drink, do not want to do anything else
Do not want to tell people climb, pregnant man
Do not want their shows months, has been out of the Tianshan
Things do not want the line to embrace kissing
I am only me, the Yellow River into the sea
I can not enter the Yellow River, the sun so warm
What can be said of it, I want to say
Yang Li, Tiantongyuan drink beer, eat grilled fish
I feel really good, I want to say
Wu Qing, Lijiang, Dali went in such a winter
Will encounter, a single hotel proprietress
Her graceful, like alcohol, like that fuck
Preference that this force that forced
In fact, I really want to cronies, called here
To me, there is a river to the poor-
Yellow cloud all day, as if about to amenorrhea
I am often in an idle afternoon
Look at the photo shoot Li Wei
Introspective, reminding us of scenes Cheng pulls, reminding us of scenes ray of sadness
Since the talk of the town was gone, every residential hotel
I have put his ear to the wall in the middle of the night
That day in Jinan, so too, but unfortunately
Next door is not a Duke degree. I also said fishing duo
Go to my bar, take you to the Yellow River into the sea
Flower fish said, Well you play a title
Yes ah, I Are Beginning to the subject, or
Have played out with the subject, even if it may be only poor
Even the poet quietly out of the wall, men and poet open retreat
I have to ask you to come, we are bragging, chat
Ask you to come, we go to the beach hair, drinking to the wind
In the drink undress, reading
Together we have a boat, to see the Yellow River
Bully of the sea where |
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