Thinking of his father, the village came to life. An old man was reading in the attic under the light. The fragrance of books and smoke are equally warm. When I think of my father, I get much younger.

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Thinking of his father, the village came to life. An old man was reading in the attic under the light. The fragrance of books and smoke are equally warm. When I think of my father, I get much younger. - DayDayNews

Thinking of my father

(three other poems)

Tan Minjiang

Thinking of my father, the village came alive

An old man with the light and reading in the attic

The fragrance of books is equally warm as the smoke of cooking

He pastes the Spring Festival couplets and spring will spread out in the spring

He is busy in the field, autumn will come

Thinking of my father, I am much younger

In my dream, I became a child again

Like my favorite sleeping under the quilt when I was a teenager

is covered by nagging, you can do not have to carry a load, and you are hugged by fatherly love, everyone is happy

Shrink and retreat, become a carefree boy

At this time, a curtain separated by life and death

is like a mountain that stretches across. You can only cross

by imagination blew over

The autumn wind blows over, and the white clouds float down

The world and the yin and yang of the world, it is so warm

2022.08.31

To the Osmanthus

The agreed September, you will really come to the

Osmanthus 1. You always regard Yinuo as more important than life

. Just for this moment of fragrance and beauty

. You use your unique fragrance, white silver, red dan

to comfort all things that have passed by in a hurry

. The old man with a sense of smell has faded away, and is intoxicated. In the past of youth

Human and a cat stopped, smelled the future spring

to the moonlight

You float on the water surface, floating on the leaves

float on the roof of urban rural areas, floating on the lights of thousands of homes

float on the chirping of a cricket

float in the memory of all the old people

You are like a long-lost soulmate

ethereal and light, tender and tender

At this time, you are like a charger hanging in the air

All things let go of the noisy world, and finally calm down

When you wake up, you will eventually gain the power of regeneration

2 Go and see an old road

I am alone, in the hot summer autumn wind

You can feel your loneliness more than that

Please forgive me for being so selfish. Today I will come to see you

Actually, I just want to see some of my past

As you look at it, you will become younger and lively

Those who have passed away, familiar or strangers, will come alive

I encourage myself so much to love our future firmly

is strange. I love this human

so much and you are aging. There is so much connection with

2022.09.08

(the author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)

Thinking of his father, the village came to life. An old man was reading in the attic under the light. The fragrance of books and smoke are equally warm. When I think of my father, I get much younger. - DayDayNews

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Thinking of his father, the village came to life. An old man was reading in the attic under the light. The fragrance of books and smoke are equally warm. When I think of my father, I get much younger. - DayDayNews

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