About the author:Li Zhongquan was born in Shenyang in 1955, and has published essays, poems and essays in Shenyang Daily, Liaoning Taxation, Baidu, Australia Net, Dayang Times, etc., and served as the first president of Haina Baichuan Literature Society.
Winter poems
Under the eaves are long
Ice streamers, white
There is also a sun hidden inside
The eager little two climbed the ladder
I broke one by the hand and took a bite
Turn around and ask me if I want to
At that time, the children took the ice stream
Act as a popsicle
They are all looking forward to snowing, hoping that it will grow up day by day
Originally, there were always people selling popsicles along the street.
But who is willing to spend three cents
Buy one
Little friends hold themselves
Home popsicles, comparable to each other
You bite me, I bite you
Some also mashed it
Add a few saccharins and a little vinegar
Make smoothies
In fact, this is a kind of temperature
It brings to the kids
A little anticipation, a little happiness
It also became that winter's
A view
Become a poem of winter
May the drops of ice drop from the ice stream
Transformed into a pear blossom in the sky,
Warm up the little red hand again
Written in Melbourne on 28 December 2021
Mao Zedong
Never a person's name, across things
The process of influencing human history has never been
One's thoughts run through the north and the south
The civilization that influences the world
He is like a red sun
He is our leader Mao Zedong
You are a warrior, from that
Xiao Shan rushed forward and founded the Xiangjiang Review
Peasant Movement Training Institute
Hands up
Anti-imperialist and anti-feudal banner
A true Bolshevik
You are a great man
From the Autumn Harvest Uprising to the Jinggangshan Huishi,
From the four crossings of chishui to the three major battles
Whenever in the revolution
In a pinch, it's always you who turn the tide, eventually
Realize the great unification of the mountains and rivers of the motherland
You are a poet
He wrote a total of 132 poems during his lifetime
Among them, "Qinyuan Spring Snow"
The mood is magnificent
Magnificent and long-standing in China
A new form of extraordinary style in the history of poetry
You are also a father who is more than yourself to your people
His own flesh and bones, personally spinning thread in Yan'an to participate
Large-scale production for the Sake of the Chinese Revolution and the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea
You have lost six of your loved ones
It is enough to see the big picture
She Xiaoyi shows the feelings of a father of the nation
There has always been a position left on our left breast
It's been engraved in my DNA
The sun is the reddest, and Chairman Mao is the closest
Your brilliant thoughts always point to the voyage
What can we do on the day of commemoration of the 128th anniversary of your birth?
Forget the man standing in the snow and ice holding a torch and chanting poetry
Written in Melbourne on 26 December 2021
Look west
I like the sunshine in the west because
Already on the road to BenQi
Maybe to the west, all the way to the west
will go to heaven
The sun settles here every day
Pack your bags here and put the most beautiful ones on your body
Something is a brain
Shake it out, only for the final bloom
Look west and search for dreams that are not dreams
Look west and look at the magnificent glow of the sunset wetland
The egret that returned that night was waving at me
Why are you always staying in this place
I heard the breath of the setting sun
The sunset was close to me
Sunset is my best friend, I don't know tomorrow night
You, will not be absent
Written in Melbourne on 2 December 2021
Stand stove
The winter sun wakes up late and opens
Eyes are only a few hours, very quickly
It's like a red orange falling
Low bungalows
Melted and frozen
The bottom of the glass of the window sill is always piled with snowy mountains
A family of six
Imprisoned inside
The only one that can keep warm
There was only coal, and chopping wood
In fact, it all depends on the station stove and the kang
Emit every part of them heat and light
Stand on the stove, and divide the ocean and the soil
The foreign is cast iron
The average person can't afford it
I had to use bricks and iron bars
Dirt and other buildings, bends
A few tubes of the stove are also plugged in
It usually crouches not far from the door
Place, or the center of the house
In the throat
Sing softly
Occasionally squirt a few
Mars, like New Year's fireworks
At night, we like to sit around the stove
The curtain on the stove roasts potatoes
Sweet potatoes, hooks, or
Sipping tea from adults
Root, listen to interesting stories
He smiled and hid his tears
Years later, I often think of lips on glass
I think of the sheets hanging from the stove
I think of the lid of the iron pot on the stove trembling
I remembered my father's empty city plan
I want to go back to that old house and make fun
The flames of the fire, and then a warm cold to the bone
P.S. In the fifties and sixties of the last century, north
Most of them are bungalows, and in winter, the heating is all dependent on the station stove and
Ondol
Written in melbourne in the early hours of June 20, 2021
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