Monday, June 22, 2026
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Snow Horse Poetry "My Motherland" (10 poems)

Snow horse

 

 

 

Forgive my verbosity.

As soon as I saw you, my words became disordered

Forgive me for saying so much.

Can't beat your smile

Please forgive my promise the day before yesterday.

I will correct my mistakes today.

Forgive me for doing it while you were sleeping.

To occasionally nip you a little

Forgive me, I cannot return to childhood

Your childhood sweetheart

Forgive me, I cannot age prematurely.

Grow old with you.

 

My motherland

 

My motherland

Only two words

If taken apart

One is middle

One is a country

You can break it down to read and write.

Even howling

But you can't open it

The people in the characters

The sky within the characters cannot be disassembled.

The land within the characters cannot be dismantled.

You cannot take these two words apart.

The combined strength

If you insist on taking it apart

You can vent your anger.

You would shed blood

 

Subtraction

 

My life

Must perform subtraction

First, shed childishness and naivety.

Then lose your childish heart

Reduce ignorance and anger.

Shed arrogance, shed pain

Subtract joy and sorrow

Shed the loneliness within your body

Get rid of the fantasies in your head

Reduce thinking and cellular activity

Lose loved ones and enemies

Cut to the basement and keep cutting

First, subtract light and noise

Remove more skin and fat.

Shedding this shell

reduced to termites on bones

Rain taps against the window.

 

The rain taps the land outside the window.

Tap this head, tap that head

Knock on the world's shell

This drop knocked on Suzhou

That drop, it knocked on the Tang Dynasty.

Now it's all done.

Outside my window

Their lives were turbulent.

Today, we are landing on land.

Tomorrow, let's go knock on the "Ocean."

Knock knock night, knock knock day

Knocking on the Earth's Reality

 

It's getting dark

 

It's getting dark

Outlines of some things

Blur

Creature lurking in the shadows

Exposure

Some fly, some chirp.

Their whole life

Grew up eating black

wrapped in black death

The mountains grew distant, the trees grew distant.

Distant lights in the distance

Gradually light up

 

 

 

I ran from a village to a city.

I ran from one end of the city to the other.

I'm running on the city streets.

I'm running through the crowd on the street

I run from day to night.

I am running from the man towards the woman.

My soul runs towards my body.

I'm running around in worldly affairs.

I'm running in the fast lane.

I am running in the slow lane.

I am running in the mud.

I lost the ability to run.

I still have to pretend to be in

Running

Baimahu Lake

 

I am looking upstream from downstream of the lake.

Looked up at a childhood

That white horse just wouldn't

Run out again and meet me in Legend

Let's go back to the mundane world.

And then treat each other with respect, as if they were guests.

A lake of green water is here by the people

Used repeatedly for decades

It's worn out.

Dragon Mountain's clear spring

Come to Xian Huo tomorrow

Unknown fish at the bottom of the water

Strolling through the courtyard to settle worldly affairs

I am in a drop of lake water

Meet predecessor

Then disappear

Morning birdsong

Why birds
In the early morning
Like to call

To soar to great heights
Humanity hasn't broken free yet
The grass and trees are just beginning to sprout.
Fresh oxygen

It's the first one
breathed in
Full of my belly
Clean strength

Clear throat
Don't call
Happiness

There is a mountain inside of me.

There is a mountain inside of me.

There is a house on the mountain.

The house is inhabited by

A poet

Never leave home.

Open the window occasionally.

Call a wisp of white cloud

Called hometown

The body will eventually age.

Nostalgia never dies.

I often slow down

Open your mouth wide

Inhale air

Spit out the poetic bones

 

 

The Antarctic forgives the melting glaciers.

The volcano forgave the sparsely populated area.

The river forgave the flowing mud and sand.

Tardy compassion

Forgave the embers

A fisherman forgave the bountiful return.

A singer forgives the empty stage

White hair forgives

Withered countless times

Today

I forgive you

All

Therefore I

Snow Horse Introduction:Poet, curator, editor-in-chief of Hunan Celebrities Network, editor-in-chief of "Hunan Celebrities" magazine, and director of the Hunan New Media Association. Born Sun Jinjun in 1980 on the banks of Baima Lake in Lianyuan, Hunan, he graduated from the Mao Zedong Literature Institute. His poems have been published in numerous journals including "Poetry Journal," "Stars," "Poetry Tide," "Poetry Forest," "Poetry Selection," "Prose Poetry," "Poetry Monthly," "Chinese Poetry," "Youth Literature," and "Literary Gazette," as well as in the supplements of "The China Press" (USA) and "Nordic Times" (Sweden). His work has also been selected for anthologies such as "21st Century China's Best Poetry 2000-2011," "China Poetry Ranking," "Youth Poetry Yearbook," and "Daily Poetry Calendar." His representative works include "My Motherland," "Subtraction Operation," "Rain Tapping Outside the Window," "Baima Lake," "Mother," "Hometown," "Returning Home," and "Forgiveness." He has authored poetry collections such as "Poems of the Snow Horse," "Selected Short Poems of the Snow Horse," and "My Motherland." He independently curated the national touring exhibition "My Motherland," featuring works by renowned painters and calligraphers.

 Snow Horse Poetry View:Everything can be turned into poetry, capturing the plight of all beings with compassion. My pursuit in poetry is to express the deepest poetic intent through the most concise language. Simplicity is a great poetic path, the simplest of simplicity, but by no means simple simplicity; rather, it is a simplicity imbued with strength. To be resurrected in tradition and to die in the avant-garde, this is the spiritual beacon on my poetic journey, guiding me to run forward, unceasingly, until death.