Mo Chen, formerly known as Shan Yuyang. Young writer, famous poet. An admirer of Grand poetry, a council member of the China-Youth Literature Association, secretary-general of the Changchun Branch of the Writers Council of Young Writers, a poet of Hebei Wangmeng Academy of Literature, and a member of the United Nations World Health Organization Foundation. Representative works: Dust Language, Northern Tone, Selected Poems of Mo Chen (2023). Among them, "Dust Language" and "Bei Qiang Bei Tune" are permanently collected by the Library of the United Nations World Academy of Traditional Medical Sciences.
& 《Clouds Beyond Heaven》
The clouds in the dark sky,
No more beautiful than the real blue sky.
Watching the power that moves the heart,
Will be decorated with flowers.
But hate that our lives will never meet,
The woods were covered with roses.
By the stream came my love,
Out of the fire of my life.
In my dreams, the rainbows of my dreams,
It's like running water.
Sometimes I'd rather be in the sunset of that night,
Live a fluffy scent.
Now it is filled with human barriers.
I am a cloud beyond the heavens,
Rendering the wings of dream seeking.
When he looks down upon the world, he who is like a poet will be alert.
A warning comes when it is not in sight,
It was a nightmare!
So long was the splashing of the ducks,
I slow sing the songs of my childhood.
Avoid the factory sewage white smoke, come
The safe paradise of hundred birds.
They acquire brides in the garden,
By the rushing river, the reeds are everywhere.
They say they can use the sun to woo the opposite sex,
Only to the merchant of the sky white feather,
Looking up at the starry night,
What a beautiful life!
The withered leaves destroy the traces of life under the water,
Autumn fantasy world I can't fool me.
Nor doth the feverish throat cry,
The bloody and embarrassing wipe of the butcher's knife dared not see.
The news of paradise came to the outside world again in spring,
The end of winter eliminates the whinny of sin.
This temptation really made the ducks feel fresh!
What a wonderful place!
In the slaughterhouse behind that factory!
&《Say Something About the Snowy Mountains》
I came across the picture of our lives,
In the endless snow.
This is what the real world is all about,
The Grand Universe is a strange comet.
Those who go to the summit,
He ever left a few wrinkles in the meltwater of the snow-capped mountains,
Like a child pointing to the sun chasing healthy wheels.
The sin that struck me with iron in my heart, just brushed away.
Step by step, bow, worship the place closest to humanity.
There was no land in front of the hill.
Say a word of snow mountain, familiar in the heart of Tibetan.
I am filled with endless sorrow and tears.
& 《The Fear of Gain and Loss》
Knowing it's a fantasy world. I say it.
The sleepers are buried deep.
The cold universe buried in a tin house.
Our world is so sentimental.
& 《But people come and look for Me》
But men came and sought me,
The courage of the happy man in the garden.
Addicted to the secrets of dreams.
Now I dream. Put the poet's mind
Embrace in the clouds.
The sun converges the acacia of light and heat.