Mango sweet
◎ Tian Jianling
Seeing the mango weeping branches, it was on the corner of Baise Street
They fish sweetly among the branches
It is countless exaggerated green eyes
She learned the way the locals looked
Sit on the parapet by the fountain
The coconut tree is a sentry guarding a party of life
The wind caressed her strangely
Perfume-like love wafts through the wind
Little beasts stepped on the sunny and rainy street
She didn't open her mouth
No one cared about the birthmark in her dialect
Grass seeds
There are so many beautiful things
Flowers with branches spreading
Potatoes buried in the ground, peanuts
These are all praised and praised by people
Grass seeds are low-key, restrained, and silent
It is ambitious
No matter where you are in the field, the mountain is in the valley
Sunlight prompts it to ripen or explode
The wind became the messenger of affection
Maybe once met
It went to the distant mountains of the distant mountains
It creates a plump and plump autumn
It is collected by the people who sow the spring
disengage
Where is this?
Pushed to the cusp of the storm
Not helpless, not tangled
Not the fear of stepping into the abyss
Empty, panicked, miscellaneous
It couldn't be higher, and there was no shadow to be seen
It can't go any further, there's no way back
Tentatively, following half a glimmer of light
Back to earth
Mop the floor and pick up the long hair that falls to the floor
Brew chrysanthemum tea
Under the west window, watch someone walk for you
Birds, fly for you
Great cold
It's time to stop and sit cross-legged
Like my mother's usual posture
It's just that I'm not as skilled and light as my mother
Shake off the cotton drag, this sweaty foot is not a disease
The view in front of the window has been loved by me
Beyond it, it is a gray sky
The gray sky clings to the blurry Qinling Mountains
I'm a realistic person
Bird's nests and grasses in the mountains cannot yet be virtualized
How do they reconcile the cold of the Great Cold
I'm willing to put myself in
Put in the silhouette of you looking at the rape flowers in Lingnan
Such a south mountain will be much warmer
(Source: Shaanxi Poetry Public Account)
Tian Jianling is a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association and the Shaanxi Youth Literature Association, and her works have been published in "Stars", "Poetry Monthly", "Yanhe", "Jintian", etc., and published the poetry collection "How Far Away is the Distant Mountain".