Xiang Zhen
I am a visitor from my hometown
The real life suffering writes about the courage and strength of reality, and the book uses prose narration to write about the black and white sides of human nature.
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The author's self-contradiction struggles in the fence of the shackles of fate, that kind of tenacity and helplessness, the cold and warm of human feelings jump on the paper, and are also deeply engraved in the hearts of people...
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Potato blossoms
◎ Xiang Zhen
Potato flowers, blooming.
Memory is like a silk thread in the strings, gently touching, plucking out many past events, like the mellow aroma of aging, haunting.
The sound of memory swirled back into midsummer, and the figure of my mother's often toiling came through time and space and cliffs, and the heartache of labor spread out in front of my eyes, and the renovation, flatness and softness of the soil seemed to turn into a shiver, rising back into a distant fragrance.
Whenever the order arrived, I always remembered what Ai Qing said, "Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply." Yes, why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land so much.
In autumn, under the veins of the leaves that are closely connected, it is the potato. The vines of the potato are gently clustered and tightly wrapped, and the stalks are cut along the stalks with a hoe, and under the root system are round and oval... It's so cute.
In the morning, I am always awakened by the fragrance of my mother's roasted potatoes. When I opened my eyes, the round and bright potatoes, fragrant, lay in front of my eyes, and it was that time that fed the famine years. In my childhood, when I was most hungry, it was potatoes that filled the pain of starvation.
Time slipped quietly from the fingertips, gradually rolling away around the crescent teeth, and those passing rings, like the falling in the water, gently walked with the wind. And the fragrance of the flowing years has never gone far.
The fragrance of flowers, along with the clouds of memory, floats through thousands of mountains and rivers, in dreams, where dreams are fragrant.
I turned around and left my hometown, away from the summer of those years. However, on a street corner, I copied the string of figures, which was deeply engraved in my heart.
- Xiang Zhen
"I am a visitor from my hometown" by Xiang Zhen
This article is the twelfth section of "I am a visitor from my hometown", written by Xiang Zhen.
Xiang Zhen (Nuo), born in 1992, pen name Zhou Chuan, is a young writer and poet. His works can be found in Prose Poems, China Youth Daily, China Young Writers Daily, Poetry Geography, Huanggang Weekly, Guizhou Daily, Chinese Poetry, Learning to Strengthen the Country, Young Pioneers Activities, And Juvenile Times Daily. He is the author of "Qianshan Qianshui", "Small Dictionary of Red Scarf Study", "I Am a Visitor from My Hometown" and so on. His works have been selected into the "Youth Poetry Yearbook (2017 Volume)", "Dragon Palace Poetry", "Weining on the Clouds" and so on.
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