Wang Lusheng's Poetry Collection: The Mu Mansion and Love
Wang Lusheng
Journey to the Loess Plateau
A frame of scenery flashes by outside the window.
Thoughts also gradually change like the seasons.
But what was not neglected was the imaginary Loess Plateau
Last night, my soul was swapped.
Consciousness flew out of the train and coincidentally met the person they missed.
The husk was abandoned on the northern frontier, a writhing train.
Just over a decade ago on the streets of Taikang
A wandering performer sang a song of the Loess Plateau.
The singing, accompanied by desolation, bored into this tightly shut shell.
Serious promises and commitments will always take root and sprout.
Even ice and snow can only temporarily lock down Northern China.
With the appearance of the loess slope, the oath has been easily broken.
Turns out loess can also form rolling hills.
Only the specks of green on the slope and at the bottom of the slope are depressing.
The grand traces of erosion and the knife-like gashes of wind erosion demonstrate God's masterpiece.
The railway track pierces the body of nature like a sharp sword.
Humanity has turned its wisdom into a symbol to serve damnation's wanderings.
Beyond the Qinling Mountains, the Loess Plateau and the blue sky share the same splendor.
If a person severs ties with the past
The meaning of the soul's existence would be heavily discounted.
The old friend won't wait by the slope, what distinguishes you and me
I tossed my soul to strangers in passing cars
Let her guide me through moments of helplessness or lingering affection.
The body on the high slope, blown by the wind, asks in confusion: Who am I?
A Rendezvous by the Yellow River
(I) First Encounter with Jincheng
The Chang'an wind brought a group of people to Jincheng.
The person I miss in my dream and the mysterious river
Call me, and I will come to you from the grasslands, traveling a thousand miles under the moon.
The names on paper correspond to the "strong transportation nation" they speak of.
The gentle night cannot dispel the joy of meeting.
The alcohol in the loft lounge repeatedly heightened the atmosphere.
Baijiu, beer, barbecue, and WeChat occupied the theme.
Professional exchanges and future life entrustments were placed in the corner of the banquet.
When the awkward silence is broken
An academic newcomer's sincerity and transparency are immediately maximized.
Only by stating one's background and origin can one garner a sliver of attention.
The joy of chasing stars and feasting ultimately made up for the loneliness of the journey.
(II) "The Yellow River" at the Meeting
The following day's conference led scholars toward breadth and depth.
Beyond their impressive academic foundation and outstanding achievements
The most interesting is Xu Zhimo's poem "The Yellow River".
Yellow River, yellow, yellow forever
Dry academia can foster such interesting souls.
May the romance of engineering students constantly innovate and evolve.
Last night's alcohol made my thoughts increasingly anxious.
What I miss most right now is the coffee and fruit during the tea break.
The presence of European and American experts elevated the conference to an international level.
Most anticipated encounters succumb to broken English.
The coming together and knowing of stars is always like ripe fruit falling from the branch.
When will the fine dust on the ground accumulate into the majesty of a high mountain?
(3) Specialties along the Yellow River
Dinner party, bar, roadside stall
The reunion at the transition was filled with the warmth and hospitality of the Jin Cheng brothers.
Beautiful woman, delicious food, Sanpao Tai
Youth, brief and magnificent, shyly kissed the night.
The early morning hours of Cathay filled with parting and reluctance.
The lonely room fiercely wraps me in the dim world.
I thought the Asia Hotel would be the end of this trip.
The kind senior sister once again led us to experience the long-lost Yellow River.
The leisurely pace of the sheepskin raft contrasts with the roar of the motorboat.
The ancient Zhongshan Bridge carries the expectations and burdens of tourists.
The river breeze mixed with the smell of earth hit my face.
A winding dragon, clad in yellow, majestically passes by.
“When the Yellow River runs clear, a sage will be born.” Is this really just a legend?
The only confirmed things are the numerous underwater sinkholes and whirlpools.
I looked at the river flowing east and thought of time.
What did the old man, resembling the fleeting river, say in the wind?
The Mu Palace and Love
Not a royal relative
but exercising royal rights
The Mu Mansion, built by overstepping authority
Has stood for seven hundred years on the southwestern frontier
Walking along the central axis of the Mu Mansion
I am impressed by its grandeur, ingenuity, and splendor.
Hundreds of pavilions are scattered at different heights along the mountainside.
Majestic and noble, the ornate eaves and painted rafters reveal a sense of grandeur and elegance.
I think there must have been a legendary romance inside the Mu Mansion.
But perhaps more than anything, it's the helpless in-laws.
Even childhood sweethearts
Also had to submit to the dominance of one clan.
The Wood Clan has long danced on the fringes of imperial power
Justice in the border regions depends on the customs of the tribes.
Even though the bride in the grand mansion has grievances.
How can it escape the blades, spears, halberds, and pikes of the Mu Mansion?
The Hall of Jade Sounds will no longer need to listen to the sage's imperial voice.
The tiger-skin's majesty still remains in the conference hall.
How many female figures have faded into the mist and rain of history?
The Jade Spring River flows into the Mu Mansion, becoming tranquil.
Did they love and hate these bricks and tiles?
I can't find any clues in the Hall of Ten Thousand Scrolls.
Facing these garden buildings, which are as renowned as the Forbidden City
I dream of love's fidelity, romance, and sweetness.
Lilac Girl
If you are a lonely traveler
Please don't cry in the lonely, rainy alley.
The March wind can bring the scent of camellias.
But it can't blow away the rainy season in the mountain city.
Distant Jade Dragon, pure white and aloof.
The attic by the street is silent.
The oil-paper umbrella holds a rustic hue.
Can it soothe your lonely thoughts
Tulips don't bloom in March.
The lover you hope for in your heart doesn't come.
I walked past you with an anxious heart.
I long for the bumps on the bluestone path to prolong chance encounters.
However, the fragrance of the lilac eventually drifted far away.
I heard your soft crying from behind me.
The wind and rain beat against the red lanterns by the roadside.
The sound of rain gradually drowned out the surge of emotions.
The returning traveler tosses and turns, unable to sleep.
The oil-paper umbrella brought back was fragrant.
Often bragged about to friends
More than just the ancient han flower patterns on the umbrella surface and the craftsmanship.
I still remember the bonfire that night
The lilac girl showed a long-lost smile.
My friend praised the delicious dishes on the table.
I couldn't help but secretly sigh at the refreshing aroma of cloves from the kitchen.
Author Biography
Wang Lusheng, pen name Du Xing Xiao Yao Sheng, is a member of the Canadian Chinese Writers Association and a representative poet of the “Youthful Freehand” school of poetry. He holds a PhD from Chang'an University and currently serves as the chief editor of "Zhongzhou Poetry," while also being an editor for "Young Poet." His poetry has appeared in publications such as "China Labor Security News," "Young Poet," "Chinese Han Poetry," and "China Poetry Panorama: 365 Poets Selection." His poem "Nightfall" received the "Poetic Fragrance" Excellence Award at the 3rd International Poetry and Wine Culture Conference.
