Author Profile:

Mo Weitong, originally named Liu Yong, is male. He is a member of the Chinese Coal Mine Writers Association, a member of the Shandong Writers Association, and a member of the Shanxi Writers Association. He is a teacher at the Creative Writing College of the Information College of Shanxi Agricultural University, and a participant in the 31st Young Writers' Advanced Study Program at the Lu Xun Academy of Literature. In 1995, his poetry collection "Final Love" was published by Southwest Normal University Press, and in 2012, his poetry collection "At the Bank of the River" was published by the China Literature Association Press. He has won various awards such as the "People's Literature" Review Award, and his works have been included in many anthologies.

Standing in the Current of the Undercurrent

The light is reflected from the gurgling sound of the river

The sky is far away

As if it wants to throw fireworks to a higher place

The stones are shedding tears

These flowers of no honor or disgrace on the other shore

Are washing themselves of their shameful bones in the whirlpool of the river

What darkens are some cold things

Besides these, there is the frozen nerve

Will it wake up in a while or half an hour

Those smiles scanned by the light

Are a little lacking in fire

Some just opened and were fixed by the water flow

Some haven't opened their mouths yet

Just gently letting the lips show a slit

The holes of the teeth are still shallow

Not enough to let the light penetrate to the vivid movement of the tongue coating

Some are lying in wait

As if carrying the infinite weight of life

With both hands, they form a bow-like posture

Seemingly telling a touching scene where life hangs by a thread

The white belly of the dolphin floats out of the river

Followed by

Rows of timidly jumping out of the water

Whistling and chirping in the circling

An eagle hangs in the mid-air

Musing about the unsolved mysteries in the undercurrent

The light gradually brightens

The threads of water lines jump on the water surface

The stones standing in the undercurrent bend their backs

On the merged rocks

What squeezes out a drop of hot tear

In the temple of the cave

Both hands are clasped together

The water flows down along the rock wall

The rock wall is chiseled

Even on each block, one can see their own shadow

Perhaps when you turn around

You will squeeze your eyes in terror

When you open your eyes, you see pain;

When you open your eyes, you see joy

Time seems to freeze in the four walls

The second hand stops moving

Who is turning over a book of the previous life

Rumbling and ringing

On this book

You see the demons and monsters

On this book

You see the clouds and lotus flowers of the next life

Gradually sinking in the dark riverbed

Sinking into the stones

Sinking into the void beyond the stones

With both hands, they hold up the crisscrossing memories

Giving rebirth with Zen words

The gaze flies around like this

In the fragments of time

The water droplets are old

Flowing down from the ancient surface

Carrying along the cries of eagles and apes

I am not going to sit here

There is some coolness in the air flow

I may not be able to bear it

The water comes and will go

This little bit of immersion

Like a pair of hands that keep exploring

Has made this infinitely narrow world become long and empty

At this moment

I closed my eyes under the interweaving lights

It was time to raise my hands

In the silent prayer with folded hands I became you

Together with the waterfall soaring through the clouds

Are the waves also winged?

Look—

In a drop of fifty meters

How many birds are flying?

The mist of the mountains here and there

But this is not a mountain range

The shapes of the trees are so illusory

The wind is penetrating through the joints of the bones

Before it reaches the wings of those birds

It tightly clings to a strand of water sound

When I opened my hands, I forgot the abyss

With a splash, my arms grew long wings

Countless possibilities floated in my mind

Mountains, rivers, flowers, bird calls, drizzling rain...

In the sudden high and low flight

I saw colorful life

I never fell in love with anyone

Nor did I part ways with anyone

In the embrace of nature

My body was so light

Even my tiny movement could soar to the sky

I forcefully pinched my neck

It still hurt

"Fly up

My dear new pet——"

That voice echoed above the waterfall

Rumbling

But how could I stop

This torment of the physical body

"Fly up, fly up

This is the course of life——"

That voice was still booming

My arms were forcefully supporting

Under the waterfall

In the cloud-laden sky