Borrow a round of bright moon to illuminate a foreign land
(Group poems)
Liu Derong
The Wanderer and the Dead
Forty-eight years later, we were fortunate to be on the banks of the Guixi River
Dongtiangu reunites. At night, the wine is in full swing, seven up and eight down.
We talked about the sunrise at that time on Bright Moon Mountain. Weeping willows on both sides of the Kwai Creek River
Flat boats in the river, a lot of fish and shrimp. Said
Pavilions and birds of Fenghuang Mountain, the dark alleys of the Old Guixi Domain,
Hedong and Hexi, which are gradually drifting away, also talk about what they once fantasized about
Heaven and earth. Like what
Dream back to the Tang Dynasty. Like what
Accompany Zhuge Liang to laugh and sing the empty city plan... I joked
If only I could draw a few lines at that time
Crooked poems, dedicated to you who have a crush, how good wow
You laugh: Cut! Those nothingnesses are ridiculous
We also talk about dead wood in spring. You said
Now it is still the altar jar can real
All my life I still like chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea. say
There are obstacles, but there are doors that cannot be pushed open. At last
You said that the leaves fall back to the roots. I say
All his life, the cloak is scattered, and the loess is buried everywhere. Then
At dawn, the water in the Kwai Creek River
The wind on both sides of the strait blew and blew
Written for granddaughters and grandchildren
You and your young parents
It's a good word written to each other. from now on
Appreciate each other, chant each other
Be proud of being small and be pragmatic. Learn from your ancestors
Eight lobes of sweat. Put love
Word by word, chiseled into flesh and blood
Full of piety: respect for heaven and earth, respect for mountains and rivers, respect for gods and Buddhas
Compassion for the world, bowing weakly
There is no need for a sword to level the rivers and lakes
There is no need for a spring breeze. The point is
Learn the grass and trees, and obey the homeland all your life
Brother, I'm going to take your hand
Go to the first city of the Yangtze River and drink the best wine
Waves and waves, Shunan Bamboo Sea
Waddle, small streams flowing. Watch the wind blow the wheat waves
Walk all over the Jinsha River, MinJiang River, Yangtze River
Wander between mountains and rivers
Red look at the face and whisper to you
I want you to bring roses and bloom all over my spring
I want you to sprinkle the bright moonlight in front of my window
I want you to hold my cold and survive every winter
I want you to do your homework with your heart and be a good attendant for me all your life
The meal wind is dewy, over some desolation
Go to some temples, worship some Buddhas, learn some compassion
I want you to write poems to me in the vicissitudes of the world
In the silence, word for word
All are swaying with the joy of fish and water
I want to go back to Liangjiawan and be with the flowers and plants. Learn them
Bend down and bow your head until you really can't stand up straight
First give Grandma's grave and put three incense sticks on it
Three kowtows
Cry again. Place the empty old pigsty sheep coop chicken duck cage
Renovate, feed a flock of pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks, and send people
Order some corn and wheat, and plant red amaranth, potatoes, eggplant, and asahi pepper
No chemical fertilizer is used to induce growth, only poultry manure is used, let
Sorghum is naturally red, corn is naturally yellow, and wheat is naturally fragrant. Also give people away
On a dark day, open the door of the old mansion
Move in a few faint beams of light so that future generations can distinguish them
The names of the ancestors on the ancestral tablets. That's it
When you are bored, you will have compassion for the heavens. Please lightning
Hit me hard. Wake up a little when you're confused, and be confused when you're confused
When you have time, you will go to the bamboo forest behind the village to take a look around and look for it
The tenderness of my cousin and cousin at that time. Write a love poem
Dedicate her lover and let her ache on the tip of her heart. At last
Borrow a round of bright moon to illuminate a foreign land. Also follow my soul
(About the author: Liu Derong, a native of Chongqing Matjiang. Published a collection of poems, "Railroad Tracks in the Body" and "Horseshoes in a Wine Glass". He was awarded the 7th "Galaxy Star" Award of the Chongqing New Poetry Society and is a member of the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association. )
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