The anti-epidemic special | the light of 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.

The light of spring

◎ Zhu Aihua

1

wait

People don't go, birds don't fly

They are all inside the nest

Sit, lie down

Tired, wait

Wait for the seedlings to emerge

Wait for tears in your eyes to smile

Wait for the goggles to be removed, plumping up the marks

Wait for the person holding the lamp, walk around at will

Wait for the plane to return to the sky

Wait for the train to shake hands with the tracks

Wait for the bus to hug the road

Wait for the steamship to compete with the river

Wait for thousands of villages and towns with cold noise and harmony

and other forgotten buildings and embankments

Sing for the mobile crowd

When the east wind blows the twilight drum, it also blows the morning bell

Wait for the hustle and bustle to fill our eardrums again

Wait for the woman who loves the wind and the snow, and breaks the winter

Wait for the plum petals to fall, and welcome the spring flowers probe

Wait for the sweetness to fall asleep

Wait for that isolating word called love

Say it again

2

Wake up early in the morning to listen to Chun

I have used February's scissors

Cut off the wings of the black swan

It was moving away from humans and toward the Black Forest

Those sealed rivers, fields

Breaking the ice

Look at the little grass that drilled out, the wheat seedlings that probed

A bag of buds hanging from the branches

They are all showing the light of spring

The sun is an inch higher than an inch

The swallows' nests emit the sound of spring

Those with big braids

A girl with a bow tie

Birds and chirping that are slashing through lightning

3

Maybe at this point, it's time to incorporate it into a painting

There is no shadow of catching the wind

No nesting swallows

Rain, lonely underground outside the window

Light coming from one of the windows opposite

Forced at an hour

Repeated strafing between the wordless trees

What touched the trunk in the dark of night

Amorous branches, swaying

Quarantined people are coming

Listen to the seasons, the unfulfilled wishes of spring

4

Time will bring the password, cracking

Rumors, the postman of the storm

Willing to follow

The wise cannot talk to them

The best thing to do is to ignore it

Look at the birds traveling far outside the window, from large to small

To nothing --

It's through you, me, him

The grove of first love, or fall into

Sail to a sharp bend

We don't have to worry too much, worry

5

The temple of nature, language is superfluous

Crown demons poured out of the turbid ground

Jump to the top of the mountain and be hit by thousands of retrogrades

Push into the valley

The sun is shining, spreading through cities

and mountains

The spring breeze removes the goggles of the angel in white

Take off their bulky protective suits

The flower opens its ears and cocks its small mouth

Kiss them with bright eyes

Their smiles are simple and their eyes are comforting

The imprint was like moonlight

A clean soul

Every laugh brings peace to human beings

and rebirth

The earth has a generous nature

Bird's nests on trees, reeds by the river

Dandelions on the grass, dust floating in the air

The flickering Kong Ming lantern in the dark night

All of them can let us see the true nature of life

Cool, moody, mournful

And the extended darkness and light

In the light and shadow of the arrival of dusk

Swiftly crossed --