People are old and nostalgic for their hometown, worried about their childhood experiences, want their hometown to get the light of the sun, brightly lay out the details that they usually do not pay attention to, and tirelessly warm my memories...
- Li Wubing
‖ Winter is not winter leisure in the lunar calendar
After winter, then it's
Light snow, heavy snow, winter solstice, small cold, big cold
These words are wrapped in ice and snow
In the twenty-four solar terms of the lunar calendar
It's not winter leisure
The grown-ups had to protect the wheat on the land for the winter
Drought must not be, freezing must not be
It is also necessary to salvage the fertile aquatic weeds from the lake
Men and women who carry water and grass into the fields like to bark
Line up in a fiery line
Experienced old farmers
It is not idle on snowy days
Pound the bunches of sticky grass softly
Smooth it out again
Twisted into cow's fiber
The farmland did not hibernate either
He is sorting out his soil structure and waiting for the spring news
Friends can't stay idle all winter
There are always all kinds of tricks to play
Looking forward to the dragon lantern entering the village
‖ drove the boat to Qingling Lake to twist the water grass
This season, the day when the winter sun shines
I like to follow my father
Drive the boat to Qingling Lake to twist the water grass
Aquatic grass is the best organic fertilizer
In the paddy field where the plough has turned over
In the coming year, the rice will hold a golden beard
Bend yourself with a full smile
The lake is crystal clear
The water weeds bloom like clouds
Two bamboo poles tied together probed down and twisted
A cloud of water weeds was towed into the cabin
There are small fish and shrimp that have not escaped
Jump around in the water and grass
Tempted my curious eyes
Sparkling childish happiness
In winter, the lake here does not freeze
The material brought into the cabin by aquatic weeds was cold and cold
My father was barefoot, and I was barefoot
I don't feel cold when I work
Stay until the boat docks
It was kind to see the waterweeds in the cabin
Heart said
worth......
Note: Twist the water grass, use a thin hemp rope to tie two equal-length bamboo pens to make a twist. First open the hanging pen, fork the water weed and then close the twister, turn the twister with both hands and pull hard, and the root of the water weed will be broken. Wash the water weeds on the top of the hanging basket back and forth in the water a few times, and then you can pull up the water weeds and throw the water weeds in the cabin.
‖ This season, reminiscing about the past that I did not want to wither
This season
I think of winter
Look out the window at the snow
Reminisce about the past that you don't want to wither
In the dense snowflakes
There are my thoughts that are flying
There is the mother's old gray hair
There is a stone mill that she pushes
A shower of flour like snow fell
And some heavy sighs
The stone mill is in the aisle
The wind wringed fragile snowflakes
Slammed the old door in the aisle
The cold sometimes freezes the sound of stone mills turning
Let the mother rub her hands for warmth
Stomp on a little bit of a rigid little foot again
Rescue the ischemic feet without numbness
I was young then
I don't know if it hurts my mother
She also took the shiny bamboo sieve she used
Happily hunt sparrows foraging in the snow
The grinding sound that belonged to the mother was indifferent
Can't go into my heart
I'm old
Watch the snow falling out of the window in disarray
Trigger a lot of the past to rush like a tide
Overwrite my memories
I want to be in this kind of coverage
Wake up for a lifetime
Winter is always thought of
My mother, who wants to go far, lives in my heart
No more cold...
‖ Magpies, foraging after snow...
As a child, I loved to watch magpies forage for food after the snow
It's not an eagle, it's not the king of birds
A smooth body of feathers also shone softly
You can walk on the icy snow
But it can shock people's hearts with a joyful body
Two, three, no sense of loneliness
Even if a magpie falls on the snow
It's also twittering, happy
Use your hard mouth to stir the snow
Even if the snow is the mountain in their eyes
Still not willing to beat the rhythm and joy
Magpies believe that the seeds of plants are pressed under the snow
Believe in experiences passed down from generation to generation
It is believed that snow is the lid of the winter storage
A fulcrum of faith is at heart
Persistence is rock-solid
Pry the mountain
The magpie did not want to wait for the spring breeze
Didn't want to borrow February's scissors
Spring is not far away after all
They believe in their hard mouths
More like the scissors of a poet singing
Cut open the snow quilt and find the seeds
I'm old, I'm still like when I was younger
Loved watching magpies foraging after snow
Watch them happily looking
The results can only surprise people in the search
To find itself is also joy...
‖ old eyelids could no longer contain tears
It's been a long time coming
In my dreams, I would look up at the land
All sweet and sour
I was touched
Even a tree of neem fruit at the mouth of the village
I will also chew in the memory
Gusto
The old eyelids could no longer contain tears
Drop by drop
With the weight of life
Thinking about the footprints left by childhood
Let the wanderer look up at the moon
Silently recite the verses of Thousand Miles Gong Chan Juan
Comfort the soul...
Really, people are old and nostalgic
Reluctant to those things
I want to be like the spring sun
Lay out a lot of details that you don't usually pay attention to
Over and over again, tirelessly
Warm my memories
Li Wubing Profile:
Formerly known as Li Wubin, he once worked in the Ministry of Railway Soldier Culture and the Ministry of General Political Qungong, and was a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Society, and a director of the Chinese Modern Gelug Poetry Society.