Mr. Chen Jinmao, an established Chinese writer, has published many works, including historical novels, poetry collections, children’s literature, etc. His works have won many awards, such as the “Hundred Flowers Literature Award”(Fujian provincial government) and “Fujian Literature Excellent Works Award”. His works have been collected in many anthologies, such as “Thirty years of Fujian literature”, “Fifty years of Fujian literature”, “selected Chinese New Poems of 100 years”, “Classic Poems 2018”, “Poetry circle – 2019”, etc.
Mr. Chen Jinmao is a life member of the Chinese Writers Association of the United States, a member of the international Chinese Poetry Research Association, a member of the Chinese poetry association, and a member of the Chinese music and Literature Association. Furthermore, he is an editorial consultant of the new literature, a consultant in the World Cultural Research Institute, a general consultant of the official account of “South flying swallow”, a chief editor of My poetry journal(New York).
The night of the smoking pipe
Author : Chen Jinmao
Translator: Golden Finger
It was a very dark night, and the smoking
pipe was very long
He squatted on the slabstone under the
eaves
Filling up the bronzed smoking pot with
tobacco
Lightening up the match
The flames from the tobacc
Flickering Very becoming
Like a beautiful flower blooming at the
corner of the wall
Many old memories afloat As if that smoke curled through clouds,
flowingUnder the cover of the night No one is able to peep through
Nor could be peeped through by anyone
Very very long smoking pipe
Could contain many many old stories
He liked to be alone
Silently lightened them up one by one
Then, again silently
Smoking away
Tonight I am a happy ghost
Author : Chen Jinmao
Translator: Golden Finger
Am I a dying old person
Suddenly fall in love with the ghost
Stepping into the ethereal musical mist
Under the public eyes suddenly appears and
disappears
There is a certain mystical feelings
As if the child’s innocence is lost and found
Suddenly smiles at you
Rip off a slice of gentle moonlight hiding alone
But please do not piss me off, otherwise
| will show you the drastic teeth to scare off the
stars
To do the good things, or to do the bad
things
Maybe it is being determined in a split second
Death, really there is nothing to be afraid of
Ghost is supposed to be this happy and
straightforward
Free dancer
Author : Chen Jinmao
Translator: Golden Finger
Apparently, Music gives you the wings
Tapping each beat with your foot
It seems possible to
twirl in your own world
Spirit follows the rhythm, in gentle waves, let the flesh and blood becoming transparent
and light
With cruelty, you broke up all the possible stifling theories
Rolling snowballs gently
To break them up into pieces of silver
with fluttering sounds and glistening lights,
entangled with breath of
the village, the fields, and the forest
Like the charms of a blossoming flower
Like rushing water flows of a stream
Like a puff of white cloud unfolding
Like a graceful breeze
But you are just being yourself, and nothing else
To say that you are burning happily
Why not to say that you are melting in silence
—- without leaving a trace of dust