Bashan Colored leaves
Chen Lunshuang
October
Jiuchongshan Colored leaves amazed me
and my poems
Autumn joy, autumn wind joy
Red, orangey, yellow, green and purple
Silhouette together, let my words
Sky shiny
High mountains and ridges
Rise up the steps one by one
When I look down on the memory
The ridge was once the place to pick up colorful leaves
When I was a child, I lost my way. I couldn't help but think of
. There was a team
. I cut the colorful leaves, make hats and clothes
Finally, I weaved
Colorful yearning
Later, another autumn
We passed by the mountain
Colorful leaves reflected my mother's white hair, and the waterfall
rolled down Three lines of hot tears
The wrinkles between her forehead, there is a layer of frost
The poems on my chest
More cold
Color continues to write
In a place called Jiuchongshan
The red leaves are called flame
The orange leaves are called warmth, the green leaves are called jade
The purple leaves are called dream
The golden leaves are called brilliant, my leaves are called Wucai, or
The forest is soaked in
Pink Friends, go to Dabashan
Go to Citykou
Go to Jiuchong Mountain, the joy there is not only Jiuchong
I want to choose a bright moonlit night
I sleep with a pillow colorful leaves, and you can also feel it in your dreams -
Love is also gorgeous
(the author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)
Editor: Luo Yuxin
Editor: Chen Tailing
Review: Wang To
