{"id":1449,"date":"2025-07-21T06:48:56","date_gmt":"2025-07-21T11:48:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/huawenca.com\/?p=1449"},"modified":"2025-07-21T06:48:56","modified_gmt":"2025-07-21T11:48:56","slug":"xuemashigewodezuguo10shou","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/huawenca.com\/en\/xuemashigewodezuguo10shou\/","title":{"rendered":"Snow Horse Poetry \"My Motherland\" (10 poems)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Snow horse<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u539f<\/strong>\u00a0 <\/strong>\u8c05<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Forgive my verbosity.<\/p>\n

As soon as I saw you, my words became disordered<\/p>\n

\n

Forgive me for saying so much.<\/p>\n

Can't beat your smile<\/p>\n

\n

Please forgive my promise the day before yesterday.<\/p>\n

I will correct my mistakes today.<\/p>\n

\n

Forgive me for doing it while you were sleeping.<\/p>\n

To occasionally nip you a little<\/p>\n

\n

Forgive me, I cannot return to childhood<\/p>\n

Your childhood sweetheart<\/p>\n

\n

Forgive me, I cannot age prematurely.<\/p>\n

Grow old with you.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

My motherland<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

My motherland<\/p>\n

Only two words<\/p>\n

If taken apart<\/p>\n

One is middle<\/p>\n

One is a country<\/p>\n

You can break it down to read and write.<\/p>\n

Even howling<\/p>\n

But you can't open it<\/p>\n

The people in the characters<\/p>\n

The sky within the characters cannot be disassembled.<\/p>\n

The land within the characters cannot be dismantled.<\/p>\n

You cannot take these two words apart.<\/p>\n

The combined strength<\/p>\n

If you insist on taking it apart<\/p>\n

You can vent your anger.<\/p>\n

You would shed blood<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Subtraction<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

My life<\/p>\n

Must perform subtraction<\/p>\n

First, shed childishness and naivety.<\/p>\n

Then lose your childish heart<\/p>\n

Reduce ignorance and anger.<\/p>\n

Shed arrogance, shed pain<\/p>\n

Subtract joy and sorrow<\/p>\n

Shed the loneliness within your body<\/p>\n

Get rid of the fantasies in your head<\/p>\n

Reduce thinking and cellular activity<\/p>\n

Lose loved ones and enemies<\/p>\n

Cut to the basement and keep cutting<\/p>\n

First, subtract light and noise<\/p>\n

Remove more skin and fat.<\/p>\n

Shedding this shell<\/p>\n

reduced to termites on bones<\/p>\n

Rain taps against the window.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The rain taps the land outside the window.<\/p>\n

Tap this head, tap that head<\/p>\n

Knock on the world's shell<\/p>\n

This drop knocked on Suzhou<\/p>\n

That drop, it knocked on the Tang Dynasty.<\/p>\n

Now it's all done.<\/p>\n

Outside my window<\/p>\n

Their lives were turbulent.<\/p>\n

Today, we are landing on land.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow, let's go knock on the \"Ocean.\"<\/p>\n

Knock knock night, knock knock day<\/p>\n

Knocking on the Earth's Reality<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

It's getting dark<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

It's getting dark<\/p>\n

Outlines of some things<\/p>\n

Blur<\/p>\n

Creature lurking in the shadows<\/p>\n

Exposure<\/p>\n

Some fly, some chirp.<\/p>\n

Their whole life<\/p>\n

Grew up eating black<\/p>\n

wrapped in black death<\/p>\n

The mountains grew distant, the trees grew distant.<\/p>\n

Distant lights in the distance<\/p>\n

Gradually light up<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u5954<\/strong>\u00a0 <\/strong>\u8dd1<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I ran from a village to a city.<\/p>\n

I ran from one end of the city to the other.<\/p>\n

I'm running on the city streets.<\/p>\n

I'm running through the crowd on the street<\/p>\n

I run from day to night.<\/p>\n

I am running from the man towards the woman.<\/p>\n

My soul runs towards my body.<\/p>\n

I'm running around in worldly affairs.<\/p>\n

I'm running in the fast lane.<\/p>\n

I am running in the slow lane.<\/p>\n

I am running in the mud.<\/p>\n

I lost the ability to run.<\/p>\n

I still have to pretend to be in<\/p>\n

Running<\/p>\n

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Baimahu Lake<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am looking upstream from downstream of the lake.<\/p>\n

Looked up at a childhood<\/p>\n

That white horse just wouldn't<\/p>\n

Run out again and meet me in Legend<\/p>\n

Let's go back to the mundane world.<\/p>\n

And then treat each other with respect, as if they were guests.<\/p>\n

A lake of green water is here by the people<\/p>\n

Used repeatedly for decades<\/p>\n

It's worn out.<\/p>\n

Dragon Mountain's clear spring<\/p>\n

Come to Xian Huo tomorrow<\/p>\n

Unknown fish at the bottom of the water<\/p>\n

Strolling through the courtyard to settle worldly affairs<\/p>\n

I am in a drop of lake water<\/p>\n

Meet predecessor<\/p>\n

Then disappear<\/p>\n

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Morning birdsong<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Why birds
\nIn the early morning
\nLike to call<\/p>\n

To soar to great heights
\nHumanity hasn't broken free yet
\nThe grass and trees are just beginning to sprout.
\nFresh oxygen<\/p>\n

It's the first one
\nbreathed in
\nFull of my belly
\nClean strength<\/p>\n

Clear throat
\nDon't call
\nHappiness<\/p>\n

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There is a mountain inside of me.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

There is a mountain inside of me.<\/p>\n

There is a house on the mountain.<\/p>\n

The house is inhabited by<\/p>\n

A poet<\/p>\n

Never leave home.<\/p>\n

Open the window occasionally.<\/p>\n

Call a wisp of white cloud<\/p>\n

Called hometown<\/p>\n

The body will eventually age.<\/p>\n

Nostalgia never dies.<\/p>\n

I often slow down<\/p>\n

Open your mouth wide<\/p>\n

Inhale air<\/p>\n

Spit out the poetic bones<\/p>\n

\n

\u539f<\/strong>\u00a0 <\/strong>\u8c05<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Antarctic forgives the melting glaciers.<\/p>\n

The volcano forgave the sparsely populated area.<\/p>\n

The river forgave the flowing mud and sand.<\/p>\n

Tardy compassion<\/p>\n

Forgave the embers<\/p>\n

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A fisherman forgave the bountiful return.<\/p>\n

A singer forgives the empty stage<\/p>\n

White hair forgives<\/p>\n

Withered countless times<\/p>\n

\n

Today<\/p>\n

I forgive you<\/p>\n

All<\/p>\n

Therefore I<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

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Snow Horse Introduction:<\/strong>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.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Snow Horse Poetry View:<\/strong>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.<\/p>\n

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