ears of rice
the golden wind blows past the fragrance of rice
cascading clouds look down on the world
earthworms, leeches and The centipede crawled in the dirt
cutting the ear of rice with a sickle, its naked body
the body in the wind pointed to the sky
For many years, we have been bending over I forgot to look up
This is a village salute to the land
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Footnote of Hometown
Counting the Breeze and Bright Moon
The inexhaustible dust falls
The flute is melodious and swaying The melody of memory
Tonight, the lights of thousands of homes rise
The local accents on the phone converge into a secret language
The baby name of my childhood rings thousands of miles away
Hearing this, I can’t help covering my face and crying
Waiting to condense into a fixed posture by accident
The view when parting is bowed
Your eyes are facing south
The day when the geese flew south
Open the notes of the years, the dense text
full of nostalgic footnotes< /p>
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Time in the teeth
Grandma pulled out a bad tooth with her own hands
The pain opened a hole in it
There is nothing that is not smoothed out by time
Our collection The old days are left to myself after many years
Ten years ago I was looking for a baby tooth in the grass
grandma asked me to throw it into the tile roof behind the house
Never knew the origin of this secret
Now I really want to climb on the roof and look it over
Take out that good tooth for grandma
childhood wind churning With a never-ending wave
The source of suffering is like the erosion of a tooth
She heard the voice passing through the hall in her old age
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A gust of wind blows
A spring breeze blows and the hillside becomes green again
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I hope to stay in the field
I leave early and come back late, the blue silk on my grandpa’s head has turned into white hair
The summer wind brings the smell of soil
< p>Bring me home by the way
Many years ago, rooted in the field
I was a child covered in dirt
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Walking towards you in the rain
Holding an umbrella, walking towards you in the rain
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At this moment, the hibiscus is splashing wet in the rain
< p>The face that grows into a cardamom girl
You are in the rain, and the childish face of a child is distressing, and the soles of the feet are slapped with rain
It is like time soothing and moist My heart
The shadow of the light appears three-dimensionally on your face
The rain of time will eventually forge you into iron
I hand you a piece of rain The sky
you run into the vaster rain
light, with silence
Source: China Youth Daily client