ćCanāt Be Wrongć
ę/Xianwen (Anhui)
Now, I am walking
just to let my road
grow more food and clothing
and be able to distribute it to some people around me who need it
Really, they have already Very old
they put a fence between
and the kitchen every day.
They no longer have to go out to work.
Natural happy nights, the moonlight is like silver.
They looked at the four fields of their hometown
A small breeze
was blowing the grass and trees, singing and dancing
Oh, everything was quiet.
They are good
alive
I like to watch the fish swimming in the water, like to see barefoot children running in the fields, and a few lotus flowers swaying in the wind
"Pictures in Time"
Text by Weng Tangming
I like it Watching the fish swimming in the water
I like to see barefoot children running in the fields
A few lotus flowers swaying in the wind
At that time, I sat down on the river embankment
A buffalo was gnawing on the grass on the ridge of the field
There are a few black old birds on its back.
Sitting down is because it is better to meditate.
There is a weeping willow tree beside me to accompany me.
Open the piccolo in my memory for me.
The village behind leads a group of old days. Hovering above
At this moment, I should stay calm
and enjoy this peace in peace
Perhaps, the freedom I yearn for has been experienced by me many years ago
I have been standing in my own landscape
Being pressed by a paintbrush Entering one cold snowy road in the dusk
, he crashed his car into a telephone pole beside the road. The village chief looked at the fallen telephone pole and said, you are greedy for big things.
"Telephone Pole"
Text by Dongfang Yi
On the cold and snowy road, he crashed his car into a telegraph pole by the roadside.
The village chief looked at the fallen telegraph pole and said, you are greedy.
The mobile company said, pay the fine.
The postal company said, you Pay the fine
Rural Electric Power said, you pay the fine
The traffic police said, you should hand over your driving license first
The police station, water company , and the urban management all saidāāāā
In the spring of the new year, the telephone pole is still there He fell down in the strong wind
It happened to hit his shoulder, and he fell down too
No one stopped to help him
His wife took a 30,000 yuan medicine receipt and went to various departments
They said: You look for the telephone pole Bar
2022-7-16
The life ashram of the ancestors, the dream paradise of wanderers, the hometown where I was born and raised
Contribution (original):
"Hot Land" (Micro Poetry)
Text/Xing Zhijian (Henan)
Ancestors of The dojo of life
The dream paradise of wanderers
The hometown where I was born and raised
Two
Seeds sprouted here
Seedlings grew up here
Life blossomed here
Three
Experienced the vicissitudes of life
Witnessed the earth-shaking
Family love and blood
There are always scenes of shaking one's head in the garden. The grass is tortured by the sun again and again, taking advantage of the strong wind to squeeze out the water. Jian Zhiyan (Shanxi)
There are always scenes of shaking one's head in the garden
The grass is tortured by the sun again and again
Taking advantage of the strong wind to squeeze out the water
Xia He shakes the homemade cattail fan
Quietly watching the clouds and rolling clouds
Meditating to get rid of dirt A character that is not stained by mud
Knowing the cicada Braving the scorching sun
Retreating to advance boldly honking the whistle to show love
The summer wind is burning
But people still like to be with it
And from time to time, they invite bananas to come forward
Jiujie moved to the square
Beer makes a high-profile appearance to call friends
There are always some people who take advantage of the wind and blow the sand
On the cusp of the storm
The wind canāt recognize who you are
"Old Tree"
Text/Jianzhiyan (Shanxi)
Shu Laopi Thick branches and leaves are brittle, strong on the outside and stems in the middle are often bullied.
If there is a slight snowstorm, I would rather die than be separated from my family.
20220715
Original authors of poetry and prose: Xianwen (Anhui), Weng Tangming, Dongfang Yi, Xing Zhijian (Henan) Jianzhiyan (Shanxi)
Poetry editors: Zhang Shuyu, Feng Shuxian,
Responsible editors: Wang Jianhua, He Lijuan
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