I write poems
Liang Kejun
I write poetry
It's the fathers and the land
The lyricism of hard work
It's a spring morning
In the tawny land
The first trace of goose yellow sprouts
It's the mouth of the July fire
Under the scorching sun
Holding Dunlin in his hand, he chased the sun
The father who never rests
It is the cool autumn wind
Suddenly, the grain fruit of the four wilds was blown
Hang on a branch that has already been proud
It emits a burst of fragrance
It's winter with drifting snow
The north wind gave the koi to the plateau
Slowly put the plateau decoration
Plateau
Not because I wrote the poems young
And lose the meaning of its existence
But me
Do not write poetry
It felt like the willows flying on the plateau
Erratic
I write Plateau
From the hard work of the fathers who got up early and greedily
They gave me eternal strength
Lightning and thunder again and again
Storm after storm after storm
Paddle through the thick night skyline
Rinse out the abundance that the plateau should have
It's loess
It's the mother
With the warmth of Mother Earth's womb
Give me tolerance and encouragement
Not because the poems I write are shallow
And to be despised by me
I feel that life does not have much meaning
It is the cheerful willow flute that my father blows when he plants in spring and autumn harvest
The monotonous sound of the willow flute
Long, often blown off the sun that hung in the western sky
The morning glow of the oriental red was blown out
It is a willow basket woven by the mother
Picking, picking, picking, picking many, many fragrant wildflowers
The small willow basket could no longer fit
It is the source of the Yellow River that rolls in tears
Condensed into blood-colored black beans
It is the kind Guanyin on the wall of Dunhuang
Use the nectar in a clean bottle
Dotted with the north of the country of Jiangnan
Plateau
It won't be boring because I write poetry
My heroic ancestors
The blood and tears had melted into the Yellow River earlier
Poems and heads for future generations
It is a mountain made of indomitable stones