Solitary Peak - Chen Xianfa / 陈先发
The solitary peak spins alone, at the top of the top whipped / by our everyday existence. / There is a motionless table / spread over with everything it has witnessed and is always excluded from. /
Poesía china
Tracks - Xiong Yan / 熊 焱
When my mother was pregnant with me, she almost went to the hospital to induce labour / I was lucky enough to come to earth, like a drop of water merging into a big river / following the waves as they rushed from then on. /
In this boundless world - Na Ye / 娜 夜
Whatever coldness sets fire to / Itis the bonfire // Whatever fragility grabs hold of /
Itbreaks up /
It's still snowing - An Haiyin / 安海茵
It's still snowing / This is the only clean earthly fire / The scent of snow covers the shadow of haze / The birds hide away, and the grains are gathered in the barn / This winter's a total waste / There's nothing left in the snow /
Dreams and waking - Zhao Lihong / 赵丽宏
Dreams are illusory reality / And waking the illusion of reality / Life is the interweaving as well as the converter of dreams and waking / Once into the dreamland, people would quickly enter / a world to their liking / After waking up, they found / Broken roads and high walls everywhere /
Tung Wood and Timbre - Zhang Xiaoxue / 张晓雪
To break the silence, / tung wood gives itself to the pipa, the zither, / and the konghou—not for any ear's sake. // Through half a cycle of rebirth, notes glide / selflessly between the fingers— /
Perhaps Caught by Surprise Next Moment - Yang Ke / 杨 克
A gust of wind, blows the dancing blossoms off the twigs / A skimming stone causes ripples, and suddenly sinks / Crystalised soul, the dew rests on the blades of grass / It swiftly falls quietly and peacefully / The bullets of coronavirus fly /