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Shafa, whose real name is Zhang Yuming, has published works in magazines such as "Stars", "Poetry Tide", and "Poetry Magazine", and has been included in various annual anthologies. He has authored three poetry collections.

Dragon Palace, So Much Poetic Charm and Beauty Fill Your Chest (Poetry Collection)

By Shafa

Walking through the scenic spots of Dragon Palace, my physical body is taken in by the lush greenery

In the crisp sounds and voices of insects,

I place myself like a flash of lightning into the core of Dragon Palace

On the long rope of billions of years,

There is always a knot that can form a shoulder pocket to receive me

I can rest, take a nap, drink alcohol

Even bury my eyes in the heart of the stone

The kindness of a mountain

Enlightens the lonely soul

Breathing here is delicate

A gust of wind lifts them into the grassy color

I hear the sound of happiness landing

Those who can share the beauty of the world with lower life forms

Have an inner space as vast as the sky

A butterfly in the mountains of Dragon Palace

Is just a tiny vessel in motion

It constantly fills it with nectar

The texture of time and those fluttering loves

Are the gift it leaves to me

I reply with blessings

We become WeChat friends to each other in a tacit understanding

Even if we part ways

We can still feel the warmth of friendship in the Moments

A flower invites me to sit with it

To talk about the ups and downs of life together

"The ball of life is tossed back and forth by the gods

We who are in competition must guard our footprints

Don't fall into the trap of seeking beauty."

Those who pass through the fog in the ordinary world

Have their own course

Suddenly, a bird's call echoes in the distance

Please be gentle

Don't scare away the colorful season so quickly

The stone path embedded in the mountain body

I read it as a sacred decree being written:

The tall trees above support each green word

Preventing any branch from missing the equal love of the season

The light mist is colored over again and again

Each rise or fall is a navigation for life

The concluding matter

Is still left to the rock at the halfway point on the mountain

It knows how the solidified time

Can form a secret cocoon

Waiting for the dawn to peel away the hidden peace hidden within it

Yes.

Here, I have become accustomed to living in tranquility.

When the mind slows down,

my physical body is taken in by the lush greenery of the Dragon Palace.

The Dragon Palace's water caves store the grace beneath the earth.

Who carried the Dragon Palace's so imposing name underground?

Who gently swayed such graceful textures over billions of years?

The karst landform is the ripple in the palm of a god,

it slightly folds,

and a river that reaches to the sky

ushers the beauty of the Dragon Palace up to heaven during the dull days underground.

Where are the gods? Where are they?

Their laughter and joy seep out the godly dignity,

we have to assume a devout posture

in order to be tainted with the ethereal aura,

so that the direction of fate becomes firm and warm.

On the way back,

a dark river surrenders itself to the vastness and exuberance.

The dampness it shakes off,

causes a cloud to carry ten thousand agreements over.

Each one has a common clause:

Every leap in this life,

whether graceful or asleep,

cannot be without the huge warm bed of the Dragon Palace

At this moment, I no longer pray to the gods,

I just want to float a small boat on this long dark river.

I guess there must be no moonlight, sunlight, or stars underwater,

so I borrow the light of the dream to move the entire sky's light

to illuminate the hidden tenderness and its effortless time of the Dragon Palace

I don't know what awaits my touch of eyes in this narrow underground,

but there must be many specially designed seals

that have made the fame of the Dragon Palace spread far and wide.

For example, stalactites, these calcium carbonate precipitates,

here it is no longer a chemical process,

but a living noun with a shadow by the water:

The stalactite grows backward in the lunar calendar,

its sharp tip holds back the darkness here,

making the emptiness no longer empty, making the loneliness no longer silently lurking

Remember, please don't pick it,

for it is very easy to break its pure whisper and practice

There are also stone pillars, these underground secretly erected flutes

Each one is so dashing, each one is so upright.

The items belonging to the Dragon Palace are never sloppy or weak

They unfold on the days by the water,

over and over again blowing out persistent wishes:

May the years be peaceful, many years later,

we can still find the smile of that time in each other's harmony

The boat floats on,

my shadow chases the artificially installed neon lights on the water surface

Now,

a dark river perfectly connects them together

I am the light, my shadow is me, the river is me,

we are each other's choice and substitute

The Dragon Palace's water caves,

store the grace in the underground,

no matter when, it will seal the beauty and fragrance of the Dragon Palace in its body

For the stranger,

an ancient and fresh ripple

The stones in the Stone Interest Garden bring to life one after another fetal life

Remove the excess impurities,

merge emotions into the stones for storage

In the miracle,

the stones in the Stone Interest Garden bring to life one after another fetal life

Time is good at questioning and forging

But the stones in the Stone Interest Garden,

never die, never give in,

keep the secrets in the bones

When provoked,

it only spits out a contemptuous mouthful of saliva:

Without the test of life and death,

how can one straighten one's back?

Now,

what I am facing is not a pile of magical stones,

clearly a group of tough men

And running or standing with a stone.

The eyes,

may collapse and sink into an inescapable state

How much courage do they need,

walking underground for billions of years,

walking in the ups and downs of history

Just like my love,

always placed at the constant temperature of the left chest,

beating

Now,

I want to give them a warm definition,

including the specific grammatical structure.

The illusion supported by their purity has repeatedly convinced me that,

there lies heaven, and there are no souls filtered by the gods.

Those without shadows are souls without shadows.

There are too many shadows in the world,

because every body hides darkness.

And these shining stones are the salt that God sprinkles on the world.

Dot by dot. Piece by piece. Shining. Brightly.

It will not dilute the inner purity and integrity with the arrival of night.

In the Guanyin Cave, the water sounds shout out the kindness of the Buddha.

A river of mist and rain, tilting whose sight?

A meter of sunlight, covering whose pen tip?

The serenity that spills out from the sleeve of the Buddha,

gives the noisy world a peaceful color.

Lies here escape, evil hides.

Those who yearn for light polish their bones until they are transparent.

Everything is between wakefulness and sleep,

brought out by the Buddha's Vedic chant,

cleansing the inner purity.

All disappearance is the cause.

All existence is the effect.

There is nothing originally.

The beings in the dust are seeking the destination of their souls in confusion.

In the Guanyin Cave,

no matter how forcefully the four seasons' wind blows,

it cannot bend the vastness of the Buddha's heart.

I see composure on her face.

I hold my breath, I freeze, afraid to upset the tranquility of the scripture words.

I kneel down, I pray,

the Buddha's sutra descends into my earthly heart, pardoning my three thousand sins.

Far away from the disputes and troubles of the world,

the malicious plots.

The Buddha did not speak,

but I know that the Buddha's outstretched hand,

definitely can catch my prayer.

So there is a wind passing through my ears,

a rain calming my heart,

a sound of water shouting out the kindness of the Buddha.

At the Longmen Waterfall, I see the most beautiful scenery.

The water here can blossom flowers,

the water here can dye the legends.

Entering the Longmen Waterfall is a predestined agreement of the past life.

So,

This reunion in this life must be accompanied by a word of farewell.

If the dream once again fails to materialize,

when we meet again,

if you still remember me,

please create a small storm or ripple,

this is the boldness and delicacy of the people of Anshun.

I know that the waterfall has witnessed too many stories of wandering.

But when the people of Anshun need it,

it will still release its long-lasting words within.

Each word is a rich deposit that it has carefully refined,

enough to cover the expenses needed for the people of Anshun to walk through history.

If the Dragon Palace is a sleeping Buddha,

then the surging Longmen Waterfall is a page turned by the Buddha's hand.

It makes many people of Anshun understand that

those who are kind-hearted and merciful will be nourished by water.

And the movement of the waterfall is also directed,

from the high place to the low place.

Just like the diligent people of Anshun,

they do not show off at the high place and do not feel inferior at the low place.

Only by standing in the right position can one see the most beautiful scenery.

Getting close to the waterfall, it roars and tells me:

True warriors do not fear the ups and downs and jolts of the journey.

The path crossed is the path.

Only the timid ones can survive in a stagnant water way.

So, the Dragon Palace has always run,

jumping out of the confinement of time and still as vivid as billions of years ago, and continuous.

The Dragon Palace Heavenly Pool has the weightiness and kindness of the sea.

A large piece of green lies in the embrace of the Dragon Palace,

silent.

Like a sheet of paper pressed tightly to the earth,

allowing the years to write the simplicity of the porcelain vase on it.

I have become accustomed to your silence,

your reticence,

the way you hold your body damply is like an unopened poem bud.

If opened,

I believe all the rhymes would be suitable for drying in the sky.

All the意境 can measure the vastness of the mundane world.

Here， the water sounds ripple，

it is easy to expand the entire world's imprint，

making all the hustle and bustle stop trembling.

Quietness belongs to a drop of water，

and to a person with a heart carrying lightness walking.

In the vastness，

the meditation here is deeper than the abyss.

Whether winter or autumn， whether spring or summer，

I know that there are always some pains that belong to the deeply buried layers.

And more often， we don't need to worry so much.

Time is the only judge.

It will give a just answer to those with a pure heart.

The Heavenly Pool and days both need some ups and downs.

In the ups and downs up and down，

we on the one hand make the loneliness at the low place lively and vast，

on the other hand， we arrange the prosperity at the high place into sections of scriptures，

so that they hold the surging desires of our hearts.

A small boat is here， ferrying itself from youth to old age.

Don't worry about there being a possibility of capsizing in the middle.

Breeze. Fine waves.

All nouns are flipping over the weightiness and kindness of the Dragon Palace Heavenly Pool.

One day is not old， one month is not old， a hundred years is not old.

What I don't know is，

who can accompany me to deeply explore the depths of the Heavenly Pool，

to wait for the thousand-year moonlight

Perhaps， the story of love will be stranded here.

But this does not prevent me from yearning for the Heavenly Pool，

softer， more peaceful

There is always a drop of water containing salt，

that can replace me to form the crystallization of love

No matter what the outcome is，

I know that the Heavenly Pool of the Dragon Palace will continue to dye the most genuine dampness here

and give the world a lying paradise

The medicinal herbs in the Science Park are my relatives

On the cliff， rock crevice， cave， and streamside

there are the shadows of Eucommia， Ginkgo， and Hibiscus

They are like a group of Chinese characters embedded in the body of the Dragon Palace

They slowly extend their roots into the rocks and soil，

like the moonlight extending its feet into the night of the Dragon Palace， so light

The kind soul does not easily disturb the tranquility here

These lush medicinal herbs are my relatives

Seeing them is seeing the appearance of happiness.

They always present themselves in their memories as being upright,

opening their arms to embrace my sadness or joy.

They never speak to defend the right and wrong of the world.

They always show me with the silentness of a heart encompassing the entire universe - the principle that a straight person doesn't fear the crooked shadow.

They don't fear the setbacks during growth.

The wind, frost, and rain can't wipe away the smile,

nor can they bend the backbone.

As long as one steadfastly adheres to the ground,

a beautiful rainbow will eventually arrive.

They know their destiny and follow nature.

They bloom when it's time to bloom,

they bear fruit when it's time to bear fruit,

always bringing a simple cure for the world.

A medicinal herb plant stands on the vast land of the Dragon Palace,

even if it does nothing,

there is still a Buddha's smile in the branches and leaves.

Dragon Tengbao, the idyllic picture sifted out by the Dragon Palace.

It blends itself into the street patterns of Dragon Tengbao,

and then opens the deep chambers of time to reveal

Dragon Tengbao thus reaches me gently.

At this moment, the sunlight is like snow, softly shining.

Walking in Dragon Tengbao requires a certain fate.

If not, a paradise leans sideways,

and beauty will slip out of your eyes.

Here I see the peace of the world,

the lushness of the plants.

When the sunlight falls on the wooden buildings,

a paradise comes to life in warmth.

At this moment, these wooden buildings are no longer houses,

but the slightly open ears of the Dragon Palace, able to hear clearly

the dialect of the mountains, the chirping of birds, and the calls of baby names.

Then with the resilience of wood, they outline the uniform breathing of the entire mountain wilderness.

If any sadness is left here,

I will borrow the thousand-year-old smile to pay off it for him or her.

The road of life is not always smooth,

only by being good at extracting the salt from the body in turmoil,

can life be flavorful.

Dragon Tengbao, the idyllic picture sifted out by the Dragon Palace,

its profound culture and vigorous spirit are intertwined by the lunar calendar:

delicate, heroic, like calmness, like lightning.

There is always a noun or adjective rising up on the smoke of cooking,

staring at the poetic life with shimmering waves here.

So many paths,

just like a series of exercise books pasted on the ground,

enough for generations of the peaceful people of Anshun

to solemnly write down the family precepts here:

Hardworking people carry the beauty on their backs and march forward proudly.

And those unknown wild flowers blooming by the roadside are like silent butterflies,

marking their own birthmarks with Dragon Tengbao,

and unwilling to easily let go of the nectar in their mouths,

fearing that if they open their mouths, they will lose the stored happiness.

And the best way for Dragon Tengbao to slow down is to sit oneself as a stone.

Even if the weather changes and tests,

one can still hold onto a pure heart.

Whether you come or not,

all encounters, even if only once, are enough to be savored for a lifetime.