In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine slowly rose from the east. Warm, like a lover in love. Passionately, that rare temperature. After traveling through thousands of mountains, I felt as if I saw my mother.

□ Hao Youhua

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Early in the morning, the first ray of sunshine rose from the east

warm, like a lover in love

passionate like water, the rare temperature

drive away the uneasy in my heart

traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, I seemed to see my mother

under the sand jujube tree in front of the door , looking forward to

return, returning, waiting for my steps to return home

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I hate this kind of uncontrollable freedom

An epidemic, my home has become a false

How many wandering souls are stranded in a foreign land

This life is dull, I just want to be safe

Re-describe the scroll of my hometown

After all, I didn't draw a lively talisman

quit me after all, I didn't draw a smart font

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On the phone, I explained it and explained it again. But

The rice in more than ten acres of land is still growing in the field.

The eighty-year-old father, how can he move home

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slowly tied up by life

Even so, I still look towards the sun

In this strange city, because you

Life becomes vivid and profound, exquisite and sound

quietly reincarnation in spring, summer, autumn and winter

boil the years into a pot of blue wine

Put it on the first day of October, slowly taste

Author profile : Hao Youhua, whose pen name is Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes to write, and articles are common to radio newspapers. In 1993, the essay "Female Poet and Tobacco Flavor" won the second prize in the National Invitational Competition of Lu Xun's Literary Creation Annual Meeting. In 1996, the name of a local cultural figure was included in the "Baiyin District Local Chronicles". My favorite sentence is: The poet is ruthless and still writes himself, and the lonely soul has tears and cannot express it!