Nostalgic poems
Text/Li Ping (Xianning, Hubei)
The light of day was slower than the flow of the Gan River
Open WeChat and hear it again
Poetry makes the voice of a distant friend
Fallen leaves run on hard cement surfaces
The coldness of the seasons goes deep into the soft heart
All trekking out of the darkness
A soul longing to return home
Will see cooking smoke
Blue tiles rose many years ago
And the dawn, always, always will be
On the shoulder of the sanitation worker
Illuminate the eyes looking south
In those eyes, there was confusion
There is a village floating on the water
The village drifts away in time
Only left me on the 7th floor balcony
Watch her sweep the streets as always
By the way, it also swept through my heart
Some untimely sadness
She, with her back bent somewhat hunched over
and the city that is getting noisier
Always keep a broom at a distance
And between me and her, there is a seven-story building
Separated by air, dust, trees
And this one is being completed
Nostalgic poems
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