March and Eight Goddess Day, female poet editing group

March 8th Goddess Day, Female Poets Editorial Portfolio

Editor’s Note In March, the spring rain continued, and this gentle and bright season ushered in the whole world. The world’s 3.8 Goddess Day. The flowers bloom one after another, and they are colorful and eye-catching. It is not how beautiful any one is, but hundreds and thousands of them burning into: a beautiful spring.

Bees come, butterflies come, cuckoos come, singing a beautiful spring

In March, sisters go for an outing

Picking poetic flowers for readers Baskets Full

Goddess Peak

Written by Shu Ting (Xiamen)

Among the various flower handkerchiefs waving at you

Who is it? His hand suddenly retracted

and he covered his eyes tightly

When people scattered, who

was still standing at the stern of the boat

The clothes are flying like endless clouds

Jiang Tao

Make a loud sound

Make a low sound

Beautiful dreams remain Beautiful wounds

On earth and in heaven, passed down from generation to generation

But, can the heart

really turn into stone

In order to look forward to the distant sky of Yaohe

and missed the moonlight on the spring river countless times

Along the river bank

The torrent of coneflowers and ligustrum

Right Inciting new betrayal

Instead of displaying it on the cliff for a thousand years

It is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover all night

Love

Text/Wang Xiaoni ( Shenzhen)

That cold autumn, your hands

Can’t soak your coat in cold water

Even if I iron it every night, I can’t knit it.

The white and thick sweater came out miraculously

It’s the time to wear it when it’s the cold autumn

You have to be well-dressed and talk and laugh

Make good guys and bad guys at a loss at the same time

Talk and laugh while I hold your hand

Get in every gap where there are people

I am a bird that should have huge wings at this moment

But I have to turn my shoulders into a nest

Let those who are unwilling to look up see it

The heaviness of the sky made them experience

The shrinking of the soul, the touching cold autumn

The firm and harsh love between you and me

There is only one kind The wind blows me

Yu Xiuhua (Hubei)

There is only one kind of wind blowing me.

From this narrow alley

From the locust tree with no inflorescences, the withered cannas

From the stone road with thicker moss, a cat who is no longer keen on catching mice

The sun never reaches the ground

There is only one kind of wind blowing me

In order to resist such blowing, I age at a constant speed

I have been holding my life in my chest and cooking traditional Chinese medicine

They will never visit me again: the white of the Sophora japonica and the red of the canna

They will continue to bloom

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They won't patronize me anymore

The world slowly retreated to the other end of the alley, with the door half closed

There was also a wisp of wind blowing at me, like a snake bite It doesn't hurt

I no longer care if it lifts the corners of my clothes

For the suffering and love I once had

Keep it secret

Distance

Written by An Juanying (Jiangsu)

Antarctic Light

Floating Far Away

On my territory

In the paradise of fences

Full of moorings

The temptation of your youth

But I am a separated migratory bird

I had no choice but to follow the light salty wind

Wandering to the desolate Arctic

Carrying the heavy sorrow on my back

Lonely and far apart

Ignoring the dim luster of the years

I swam sadly in the cliff-free sea of ??ice

My hometown, my hometown

I am not by your side now

Tell me how not to recall that time under the eaves

The lingering and tender night and the willow flute pressed to his lips

Tell me how not to miss your autumn

A reunion that I never missed in this life

A fish from the Xia Dynasty

Wang Fangwen (Xi'an)

This fish, Hidden in the black stone of the Xia Dynasty

Thousands of years later, he jumped out of Shiji City

Open his mouth and want

to tell us something about Secrets of the Xia Dynasty

Fish, vague language

Breathing out some bubbles of air

Hints that I was in the Taikang era

There was a fisherman

Let the fish tattoo himself on the fish

Use a reed fork to stir up a mighty river

Zhuangzi was right

Humans are not fish, what did An Zhiyu say?

What is the black-brained sheep lying on the fish saying "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"?

An old man from the Liu family in Shixicheng told me:

The Xia Dynasty was a black-brained sheep

3850 years ago, the grass was abundant and the water was beautiful, and the sheep were in flocks

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Sheep are not expensive, just 3,000 shellfish

can be exchanged for 3,000 black-brained sheep

There are fish from the Xia Dynasty hidden in Shixi City

The Xia Dynasty is hidden in the eyes of the fish

(Archaeological discovery: Yulin Shenmu Stone City is nearly 3850 years old and is the ancient country of the Xia Dynasty. The black stone fish found is engraved with three characters: Xia, Sheep, Three Thousand . Local farmers said that Xia Chao was a black-brained sheep.

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A fire of love

(Russia) Nastya

We both have one like a flower

Fire

A fire that never goes out and is always bright

This fire is in your heart

This fire is also in my heart

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As long as you hold my hand

Take me to the beach

Face me and say loudly, how do you love me

This flower The fire

will create waves like the sea

As long as you hold my hand

Take me to the church

I whispered in my ear, how you love me

This fire

became the light lifted up by God

The source of family happiness

It all comes from your gentleness and patience

When the wind blows, you always use your hands to protect the flame

No Let it go out

You have chosen your favorite girl from the vast crowd

This kind girl is willing

Take care of you for the rest of your life

She will light the lights in the house with fire every day

Light up a warm home

A warm fire will always

Accompany us

Now, when I talk about the greatness of love

and the eternity of love

I feel a fire in my heart, Shining brightly

No matter what wind

It can’t be blown away

Cliff Swimming Pool

Liu Yage (Beijing)

Who is on the top of this cliff

Injecting half of the Indian Ocean and half of the Pacific Ocean

Jumping into the pool, splashing thousands of waves

Me I am a drop of water in the stormy waves

There is a vast ocean hidden in my body

I am like a fish

I have the memory of the ancient waves

Just one stroke of water

In eternity

Find thousands of transformed selves

Bloody battle

Angel. UK)

15/08/2020

Count. Last Last time,

Earth wakes up and the curtain falls to the left.

Two million, five million, ten million, twenty million...

Finally hundreds of millions, every breath

Old and young men and women until The last odd number.

The shadow climbed onto the prehistoric, 12th chair

He roared: "No! "No! They are not allowed to pass"

Like the radio through the storm, the voice through the death code.

The singulars remain unimpeded,

Falling down the channel of blood.

That was the bloody battle he once talked about -

He whispered to the odd people: "There are only

a few holes called stars left in the Milky Way." .

Dark matter in gamma rays

Unbuttoning the police uniform

He also kicked over the half-arc

Ambiguous and unbreakable around the earth,

The twelfth empty chair kidnaps gravity.

The curtains stood back in the middle, and he crawled towards the thirteenth chair.

Like a child preparing colored pens for a carnival ball,

He wanted to hand over the chair. Back to the universe,

In the tight strings of the superstring.

Those who chase the sea

Feng Yan (Liaoning)

Those who chase the sea have enough patience to wait

The calm after the violent waves

To distinguish right from wrong, start with the receding tide

The bubbles spit out by the fine sand leave room for success

Joy comes at the cost of harvesting life

Wrap hope in your bag

The water that exits will leave no evidence

The flat beach leaves the footprints of those who chased the sea, and you are at ease

Like the crouching back, those who can bend down

cherish life more than those who gain hope

The receding tide sweeps away the sand and stones on the shore

It seems that there are some remaining testimonies in the bag of harvest

March

Beautiful Years (Shenzhen)

You carefully handed me over to March

That day when the peach blossoms were in full bloom

The thatch on the eaves

Collected a season of spring rain

Dropped my childhood dreams

I am the one who fell on you when you returned

Rapeseed flowers

Growing up one after another

Every spring

I want to take a train to spring

While the flowers are still blooming

People are not old

Far away from thousands of mountains and rivers

I can only return to a poem

Blooming into bloom

Pieces of peach blossoms

Goodbye Woman

Text/Liu Huiping (Zhuhai)

Don’t complain about life

Being trivialized into pots and pans

Ding-ding-ding-ding

It can also wake up life

Play the music of life

Don’t complain about love

Be sharpened into daily necessities

Ordinaryness

can also soften the soul

Dance a light poem

Spring has peeled off the heaviness

Pulled out a young leaf

And I want to do it

An elegant tree

I don’t want to drive into the city with ancient poems from the Tang Dynasty

Hu Yumin (Jiangsu )

I don’t want to enter the city with ancient poems from the Tang Dynasty

Nor do I want to enter the palace with poems from the Song Dynasty

I have Gesang flowers all over the mountains and plains

I have the beauty of the four seasons at my disposal

I have the stories of my own time to express with emotion

Use my eyes to appreciate your world

Also appreciate my world

The mountain is still that mountain

The moon is still that month

Your poetic rhyme

And my poetic style

We will meet in the same mountain stream

But

I can’t see your bright moon in the Tang Dynasty

Nor can I see your sad autumn in the Song Dynasty

Today

I stand at the forefront of my times

Praise my flowers for the full moon

Stretch my emotions with untiring feelings

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The mountain is still the same mountain

The moon is still the same moon

For those who are out of reach in the future

Those who come after will still carry on the past and open up the future

The mountain is still the same mountain

The moon is still the same moon

The person is no longer the same person

Day or that day?

Time moves forward

Everything changes

Passers-by pass by in a hurry

Generation after generation

The mountains never grow old, the moon fades Change

The scenery is over and the flowers are changing

Drilling out of the tunnel

Wang Zhixian (Guangdong)

We are like groundhogs drilling in Cave

Entering at this end

Exiting at the other end

Awakening of stings, the insects woke up

We also kept running around

For food

We are determined that this year will not be like last year

To avoid plagues and storms

We drill holes

To carry a Bag after bag of fertilizer

Shoveling cow dung

Just for a flower field

In the bright spring season

Attracting bees and Butterfly

Get out of the cave

Leave the spring and flowers behind

Sayola

We are traveling through spring and summer

Plum plums are the blood vomited out by winter

Text/Qianxia

Plum plums are the blood vomited out by winter

The secret disease is bewitched by the wind

One tree, two trees, millions of trees

Dyeing red

"Ten Years" is a song

Yes A promise is also a promise you made

I have heard it countless times, but I still can’t sing it all

Snowflakes are falling

Taking out the empty skin

Free up the boundless loneliness

There is no chill in this early spring

I am worried, Mei

The love that has lost too much blood will only be pale

Wild Rose

/Ouyang Qingqing (Zhangjiajie)

It was also charming in buds

It was also bright and blooming enthusiastically

Today, there are some sadness of falling flowers

However, there are still some buds that have not bloomed

There are still some passion and beauty

Moreover, there must still be It can bear fruit

Although it is not included in the top ten famous flowers

, it has been a famous flower since ancient times

Don’t admit defeat

Still You have to use the unopened buds to seduce

You have to work hard to bloom more vividly and conquer

You have to hold out the red fruit wholeheartedly and continue to love

Just be stubborn! Even the fruit has some thorns

Just waiting for you to step on, you to trample

Even if you have to endure the pain of disembowelment

I want you to Can't resist the temptation

Willingly hold it in my hand and hold it in my mouth

Enter your heart and merge into one

Collide

Childlike innocence (beautiful)

A small piece of grass turns into a fossil

Still waiting stubbornly

The appearance of a beam of light

Many recent The intrusion of waves

Some of them she cannot see

Some need to be carefully distinguished

She is afraid of danger

Afraid of hurting her eyes

If you become a small star in a black hole

If you practice for thousands of years and wait for thousands of years

Just to collide with another star

Please shine a dazzling light

Even if it attracts some floating clouds

Be discouraged

Because you are destined to hit a star in your life

Please look forward to the appearance of the star in the same orbit

Don’t be afraid of the explosion upon impact

Because sparks will illuminate the universe

Because then you will become one

Mekong River under the moon

Reed (Greater Bay Area)

It’s not that I like drifting

Floating on the Mekong River

It’s the bright moon

Lighting the waves of the Mekong River

It’s not that I like loneliness

Loneliness in the Mekong River

It’s the longing

The shadow reflects the autumn waves

It’s not that I like autumn waves

It’s your bright eyes

Floating in the Mekong River

Covering me so tenderly