□ 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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l1On 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!