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◎ When I met my mother, she was only 23 years old.
I guess the first time my mom saw me must have been the most beautiful time in her life.
It's just that at that time, I must have been crying non-stop, so I forgot to see my mother's most beautiful appearance.
Years are not thieves who stole mom's youth, I am. ——Lu Sihao, "May someone accompany you to the turmoil and displacement"
Sunshine Mother
Text/Golden Lily
winter
In the afternoon, the knots begin
The cold emits an inch
The sound of breaking
The branches sucked with the building group
The sky was full of gray blue
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Shadows are like dark hair braids
Outline the mother
The silhouette of the green onion years
Tell it one by one
From bright to dusky
How much to go through with a straight
And whether it rises in the east or down in the west
I know, I'm all her
The one who wants to shine the most
◎ Many years later, when the dust of the few dreams settled, I knew how far away it was, and how long the concern was. When I walked such a long road and so many days were scattered like falling leaves behind me, I suddenly found that many dreams were reversible. For example, the distant places that I remembered when I was young, once I made the trip, were reduced to today's homesickness.
◎ There are always people who forget the meaning of their hometown: for what they left and why they returned
Hometown is the heart that can always give me forgiveness
It took a few steps to make a few mistakes to realize that I wanted too much
It takes a few people to hate and hurt your heart a few times before you understand that everything you experience has become youth
【Group of poems】"Who will step on my footprints"
Text/Fang Tian
(1) Nocturnal travel
The nearby light could not push away the darkness in the distance
It's a long way to go
Still have to give yourself to the night and the distance
I believe I have adapted to nocturnal travel
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Every time you talk to the sunset
There is often a kind of tragedy in the heart
Or think of someone or something in a certain scene
Night, let the road become incomparably long
Sometimes I think about it
A bird or a star that you occasionally encounter on the road
I even guess, in the days to come
Who will step on my footprints
◎ Waiting for a better encounter, her love is not alarming, from nagging and triviality. - "Love and Affection"
◎ People, even if they live to be seventy or eighty years old, have a mother, they can still be a little childish, and if they lose their loving mother, they are like flowers in a bottle. ——Lao She, "My Mother"
(2) The village of dreams
In my dreams, I often hear my mother's call
then
I was running from the field to the village surrounded by long smoke
The trolley selling soy sauce and vinegar ran over the owner's shouts
The smell of firewood and grass slowly pulls out the memories of dusk
On the way I met my father's carriage
The car was filled with stars
But I don't know where my father went
That moment
The whole village is full of horses' hooves
◎ The hometown can not be placed in the flesh, and since then there has been wandering, there is a distant place. A foreign country can not settle the soul, from then on there is a home, a hometown - "Foreigner"
◎ Hometown is not necessarily a geographical concept, but more of a place that makes you feel at ease and makes you want to stop.
(3) Memories
My village was getting farther and farther away from me
Familiar faces in the village
Time has been taken away one by one
Only my former footprints
He also lives in a corner of the village
I don't know who will step on it in the future
I want to find a wisp of cooking smoke in the village
Because that's all there is to it
I can still remember my existence
I remember that I used to be a member of this village
20211219
◎ I no longer look for good luck, I myself am good luck.
【Group poems】Text/Zhang Zhanyun
"Distant Mountain" (two songs)
《One》
Moonlight on the spine
It's a mountain road
Savor quietly
Footprints on the snow
◎ What I hope is that when there is an occasional desire to express, the slightest resonance that is gently thrown out can make us feel interesting to each other.
《II》
In the distance is a tree
Lonely tree
Growing in the depths of the soul
◎ I also have a preference, I prefer silence, I prefer distance, I prefer clumsy kindness, I prefer not to owe each other, I prefer panic to flaws, over sleek perfection, preference, a small number of people.
"Boiling"
Years in a sand pot
Like a pair of Chinese medicines
Slowly simmered by the fire
From green silk
Boil until gray hair
On a small stove
It's a jar of bitterness in life
◎ There is no straight road to the end. To climb a mountain, you need to climb a few steps to prove that it is a mountain. Standing at the top of the mountain, you can't see the mountain.
"Nanke"
The imperial calendar is old
Years
Soaked in ink
Mr. Feng Shui's compass
Shaking
Peach blossoms full of trees
It is said that good feng shui
Can make you dream a good dream
Lin Qingxuan said: "If life is reduced to minimalism, a butterfly can find an infinite garden, a tree has beautiful rivers and mountains, and a cloud is an endless sky..."
Fishing
Text/Sea area of one side
I'm moored a sea
Come on, the sunset of the late return
Listen to the rhythm of the sea lapping at the beach
Listen to the warm breath of the evening wind
The fishing boats returning to the harbor light up the heart lamp
Reflect the woman whose soul wanders
Rippled the heartstrings of the sea
Do you hear me?
The fishing song sings the rhythm of the evening
On the other side of the sea, who is it
We are embarking on a lonely city
The city is full of fireworks
2022/01/11
◎ No matter how long this life is, it is only a long night that wakes up in the blink of an eye. My thoughts are the windows that have been awake during this deep sleepy night.
——Lu Su, "Careful and Light Time"
◎ A few years ago, when I stepped on the train, I didn't realize that since then, my hometown has only winter and summer, and there is no spring and autumn.
◎ Where there are people who miss you, it is your place of return.
- Kishimoto Kishi, Naruto
"Looking at the Moon"
Text/Han Xing
Rolling cold currents
Push the moon boat
Travel through a sea of clouds
Toward that bright spot
Like
In the middle of the sea
That light
Quietly approach
It's a lighthouse
Or the shore of the heart
When the moon is missing and there is a full moon
Forever
Look at the moon ship
heart
Also quietly set sail
It is the return of the wanderer from afar
Still is
A reunion from the people
Year off
Gradually it was getting closer
The weather is getting colder
Home
Accompanied by moonlight
Accompanied by the fragrance of cinnamon
Toward
That soul-stirring dot
Written late at night on January 10, 2022
◎ From now on, I began to choose my life carefully, and I no longer easily let myself get lost in various temptations. I have heard a call from afar in my heart, and I no longer need to look back and care about the rights and wrongs and arguments behind me. I have no time to dwell on the past, I want to move forward.
—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Life
The Power of Germination
Text/People-oriented
Experienced
How many times cold
in order to condense into frost
Turn soft into steel
Put all the compassion
Write on the face
Let the world be vast
Has a pure appearance
How much wind and dust on earth
to stop
On a leaf
Stand up with a contemplative edge
On a cold sword light
Stop the singing of the wind
Let the branches wrapped in silver wrap
Since then, it has the power to germinate
◎ You have to overcome laziness
You have to overcome long daydreams
You have to overcome the delusion of doing it all at once
You have to overcome the self-righteous shallow sense of humor
Don't waste the best time of your life
Grow up slowly and live a better version of yourself
——"Shoulders" online cloud hot review
The Call for Freedom
Text/Oblique Sun Shadow
I am a petrel, in the wind
Practice ballet and flips
The wings are a key that unlocks
The Void Dusty Password
I exchanged glances with the North Wind
Listen to the inner monologue
Give the dream to the sound of the skinny horse's hooves
Fold your wings and tighten your body
Disguised as a fish in the sea of the desert
Swim in the empty expanse
Afraid of the cold, more afraid of silent time
Depravity at my fingertips
I sat in the eyes of the dusk
The setting sun falls on the furnace of the sea
An undulating head
Further afield
Green mountains crawl on the earth
Like a silent ear
My ranch is closer to the sky
There will be no more strands of gray hair and be lost
The joy of faith and vows is in motion
The four seasons are free to travel
In the sky of desire
I create a new oasis
A small piece of grass spits out a moon
Graze in the galaxy
I stepped on the lonely stars
The negatives of the soul rub against the meteorite
It was a buzzing sound
It is the angry cry of the dream to the distance
Over the stormy sea
More companions are rolling over
360 degree turn, vast swallow flock
Huge shadows often shock me
Don't dare look up
There is a very cute person in the world, this person is looking at this article, really envious of these words, thousands of mountains and rivers, see you on my behalf. Forward the original poem with sugar to eat ❤:
The two acacias are covered in snow, and this life is also considered to be a common whitehead
Time is coming, and we will finally be relieved
Days are actually old, and it is only special when people give it something new
A person who knows what he is living for can endure any kind of life
I didn't dare to look at him, I was afraid that I would burn the plains
Author | Original poetry | Golden Lily / Fang Tian / Zhang Zhanyun / Fang Haihai / Han Xing / People-oriented / Oblique Sun Ruoying (in addition to poetry in the text ◎ Quotation sentences Some sentences are derived from the signature and unnamed provenance of the invasion and deletion Thanks to the American masterpiece)
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