Village at sunset
Text/Wang Xinglin
Twilight is a little dim
I chose to curl up and push the north wind away
The cold is getting wider and wider
Exit structures and assumptions in the wilderness
Retains the strangest colors
At this moment there was only one elopement of snow left on the earth
A hint of aura spread out the hazy smoke
Swim against the current in the throbbing water
Fictional emoticons
It hurt Bashan's blood
A light kiss of the wind
Let the slanting sun turn gracefully and inadvertently
Go find the source of a song
The north wind that had been saying goodbye to the night shook off the old time
Wade through thousands of mountains and rivers and fly all the way
But I forgot to count the footprints of different shades
Only the cooking smoke could not put down the night
The mood is there
Let the heart that cannot be crossed marry into every morning and evening
Then talk and laugh around the stove
Boil a night of affection into plain dialogue
【Author's Profile】Wang Xinglin (male), pen name and listening to the wind, Shaanxi Ankang people, after 60, served in the Pamir Plateau of Xinjiang for four years, like amateur writing, there are many poems scattered on multiple platforms and paper media, one without any title, with half a life to travel the motherland's great rivers and mountains, footprints across the Great Wall, north and south of the great river, rich life experience, wonderful inner emotional world.
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