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Monday, February 15, 2021

Poems Of Tang Chengmao

Tang Chengmao, lives in China, National First-class Writer, member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice director of Chinese Poetry Association, The rotating chairman of the China Poetry Newspaper Alliance. guest-in-chief editor of "Yalujiang" literary magazine, associate editor of "China New Poetry Ranking". Tang was also the executive director of the fourth Chinese Haizi Poetry Award committee, general producer of the second Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala, vice director of the third Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala committee, Executive Director of the Organizing Committee of the Boao International Poetry Forum, Executive Director of the Organizing Committee of China's Top Ten Contemporary Poet Awards. Guest professor of Sichuan Communication University, creative writing tutor of Guangdong University of Foreign Studies trustee of The Poetry Institute of China, chief editor of literary magazines, executive director of the first Ten Best Contemporary Chinese Poets assessment committee, He has been Published 11 literary monographs. Won the "Pushkin Poetry Award" of the Russian Writers Association, the "International Poet Laureate Award" of Spain, the "Iberian International Poetry Award" of Spain, the Chinese Contemporary Poetry Award, the 100 Most Powerful Poets of New Poetry in 100 Years, and the West China Metropolis Daily's 2018 "China Ten Great poet" and many others awards.

1.“THE FLOWERS IN THE POND GROW UP AGAINST THE WIND”

The humid body, in the manner of a snake, forces happiness

To make a detour.

The spring can hardly wait.

The flowers in the pond flutter their wings

And grow up against the wind.

The divine bird in your dream, rests at heart, in the most secret place,

While you neglect it.

 

Youth shakes and sways. Dream's ink is not yet dry.

Yesterday's great snow, which covered all the mountains and

fields, soothed the many worldly disputes.

The spring wind is again stepped by spring, around the heart,

And makes squeaky sounds.

 

Wisteria and some philosophies have built comradery, and no longer get entangled