Perceptions and diaries
amuse
When the little granddaughter is six years old
Gazing at a picture of her three-year-old, said
I was so cute when I was a kid
When she faced us was amused by laughter
He said it in a slightly vicissitudes tone
I know you're laughing at me, and I'm not a kid anymore
I laughed even louder until I burst into tears
The occasional lyricism of a six-year-old girl
How similar to Mr. Jiaxuan's "juvenile ignorance of sorrow"
I couldn't fold out my childhood
That day, my little granddaughter said to me
Grandpa, help me fold a paper boat, I folded
She said, really like
The little granddaughter said again
Grandpa, help me fold a plane, I folded
The little granddaughter went on to say
Grandpa, can you help me fold a little grandpa and play with me
This one...... I said, this can make Grandpa difficult
Grandpa can fold this, that can also fold
I just can't fold out my childhood
Red palm
Raise your small hand
When you are happy, she is happy too
I want to take pictures with you and bless you
When you are depressed, she is also depressed
I want to shake your hand and cheer you up
When you leave, she has a loss
I want to be with you and accompany you on my travels
These are things that you often overlook
Stepping out the door, you're looking everywhere again
Longing for a pair of "red crispy hands" to reach over
Touch your vicissitudes
wisteria
The body is soft and difficult to become a big material
It's a natural destiny, no complaints
Roots in the mountains, occasionally into the city
All are embellishments, all are edges, not hateful
Don't hate, don't hate to suffer a lot of squeezing
No one will ever care or hate
Always grow so vigorously
In the spring it grows into a field of emerald green, and in the summer it grows into a golden yellow
Entering late autumn, the wind blew off all the leaves
In the blink of an eye, another purple color was dedicated to the midwinter
This is wisteria
If you occasionally find it in the city
If your footsteps are not too hurried
Please stop and see
Perhaps, there will be a harvest
Ouyang Bin, born in July 1965, a native of Hengyang, Hunan, has a postgraduate degree, is a member of the Communist Party of China, who has worked in the Maoshi Supply and Marketing Cooperatives of Hengnan County, the Nanyue District Committee of Hengyang City, the Shuangpai County Committee of Yongzhou City, the Tourism Bureau of Hunan Province, and the Discipline Inspection Commission of Hunan Province, and is currently the vice mayor of Zhangjiajie Municipal People's Government and a senior consultant of China Literature Network. He has published a number of literary works such as the poetry collection "The Finger of the Sunshine" and "The Most Beautiful Hunan", the prose collection "Feeling the Famous Mountain", "Percussion", and the tourism planning monograph "Introduction to Chinese Tourism Planning" and "Practical Illustration".