The anti-epidemic special | next year, who will talk to me about this spring

Editor's Note:

Recently, the epidemic situation in our province is complex, and the prevention and control of the epidemic is facing a severe test. In order to unite people's hearts, boost morale, and strengthen confidence in fighting the epidemic, Yanhe magazine opened a column of "anti-epidemic WeChat special article" on the WeChat public platform, expecting the majority of writers to pick up their pens, work together, watch over each other, and usher in the final victory together.

Who will be with me

Talk about this spring

next year

◎ Li Qinghua

Wait a minute

The empty city is waiting for you

Cold fields, waiting for you

On the balcony, a camellia opens a small skylight

I opened the dusty Book of Poetry, Zhuangzi, and The Chronicle of History.

Wait for the sun and moon to return to our solar terms

Wait for a tree of peach blossoms to ignite the heart

Wait for everyone to build a solemn temple in their hearts

Wait for the Earth to return to normal rotation

Wait for the river and play the music of time again

Wait for the empty and silent streets to return to the hustle and bustle of the past

I used to like a group of people pushing cups and changing cups

Dinosaurs have long since become extinct, but their shadows still float across our walls

So many rape, pear trees, and peach trees are waiting

Waiting for us thin spring shirts, light steps

So many stores opened and closed, waiting for news of the olive branch from the pigeons

Pushing open the window, a cuckoo flew from the other side of the mountain

I heard the rush in its chirping

I waited, waited, waited for the paddy fields in the distance

It can wash away the doubts in its eyes

Waiting for the courier guy to send me a late love letter

Waiting for the late love letter to rekindle my blood

Wait for your red scarf to dance lightning

Pull the spring thunder in your heart and add a little warmth to the lonely days——

Wait for another line of my poem

Waiting for the dry riverbed to begin to surge the first tide

Wait for the bedside alarm clock to ring on time to beat the heartbeat of work

Wait for a new desk calendar to re-general

The journey of the foot path and the heart path is recorded

Wait for the empty city to be redefined

Wait for the cold fields to come back to life

Next year, who will talk to me about this spring

Next year, who's going to talk to me about this spring —

Plum blossoms rescued the green leaves, and the milk duck pushed away the thin ice

The geese leading its procession will still pass through the town

Wake up sleeping wheat and voles along the way

The music of the sprinkler floats out of the rainbow. Walk through the rainbow

Fresh vegetables, shiny buses, smart square dances, hurried pedestrians, spitting green camphors

Still composed of the direction of happiness

Where did the unused masks go

Give the child a fairy tale that has not been told

Who remembers cutting my mother's nails a few times

Several people also went on to have their lovers cut their hair

Also cut off the inner mess

The angels returned to their nurse posts

Continue with the trivial work. Maybe no one is still arguing

Who saved the spring of the world

But I've kept all of this

Favorites. Preserved in my scars

The lines of poetry I wrote this spring

Whenever it rains in the valley, it will turn green

Look at a street willow on the balcony

I really can't remember what year and month, the gardener took her

Planted on the street side of the north window downstairs

I don't remember whether it was the spring breeze in February or the city beautician

Cut her out of her spring hairstyle

It is not known when the birds settled on the stout branches

On the higher branches is the bird that is chanting its youth

I don't know about that scar on the tree

It was the scar left by a rebellious child

There were several couples sitting on that wooden chair

There were a few farmers who went into the city to buy vegetables

Avoid the scorching sun and eat your own lunch

Who's saying goodbye here. Who is here to hide from the rain

This spring with a low fever, only I was leaning against the window

Send her warm eyes

Until dusk, I saw her combing

Half a moon in your arms

Stand in front of the window and read the song

Read "Last January, the flower market was as bright as day"

Read "Fear the good scenery, go with Yi"

Read "Remember the green luo skirt, everywhere pity the grass"

Read to Lamei, read to your lover

Read it to a little couple upstairs opposite

Read it to the courier guy on the road

My wife laughed at me in a voice more like a courting dove

I said that the epidemic is only temporary and we can't give up our tongues

After all, gravity is still there

After all, spring is approaching little by little

Grass on the edge of Lamegan

Spring is coming, some grass from an unknown source

Stick your head out too

Carefully identify, a purple cloud tree, a ground rice dish

An unrecognizable tree, I used a variety of colors to check it

It was actually a plantain that treated toothache when I was a child

How they converged on my balcony

It was sprinkled when the birds visited, or when they bought flowers

Lurking in the dirt —

Rejected his wife's suggestion to unplug

I said it was a rare encounter

In this sick spring, they are

Timidly snuggled up next to Lamei's roots

It was as if the old hen had opened its huge wings underneath

The with its little head exposed was chirping at me

Drifting away, there is a gradual approach to the countryside

Grow vegetables in pots

The outbreak in the horn is still grim

I know to come back from a trip out

It takes alcohol over and over again, rinses over and over again

Eliminate invisible viruses and eliminate visible doubts

The refrigerator was gradually empty

I remembered the pantry

There are rapeseeds that my wife brought back from the countryside last year

Like a grain of fire

I found a few idle pots and loosened the soil

Place these fearsome canola seeds

The virus blocked the way to the town, I believe

Only the antidote to sunlight can open the door of spring

In the corner of the balcony, accompany these pots and pans

Copy and copy the old study and recite it aloud

I felt as if I heard the seeds in the soil already on the road

Hope to bring me the medicinal introduction of old cows, small bridges and cooking tobacco