Author: Menba Yajun
Spring festival
The cold wind spread its icy wings
midnight
Prolong the darkness until after dawn
The flavor of the year is a little stronger
Listen
Return from grazing and listen to the cattle sing
Obviously a luxury
The fading smoke blurred his father's smile
The mother's waist was bent more like a bow
Silver hair and a face full of wind and frost
Like a sharp arrow piercing the child
No bleeding
Pain, difficulty wheezing
Borrow another five hundred powers from heaven
I want to save the years
On the way to getting older
Can't bear it
Witness the separation
Delete all inventory in your mind
Tear open the gray canopy
Open and shiny New Year's Eve
The street market of the Waxing Moon
The little year has just arrived
Once deserted street market
Can't wait to restore the radiance of youth
The festive Spring Festival league is full of blessings
The verdant vegetables are full of joy
Smiling rock sugar gourd
Tempt the children's hungry worms to fly all over the streets
The shouting of the hawkers did not affect it in the slightest
Cheerful fish
They seem to have no idea of the danger approaching
Racing against the clock to do winter swimming
The people next to the meat rack walked and pulled and pulled
Sales of beef and lamb are still not as good as pork
In the fitting room of the clothing store, a film and television star came out
Not friends or family
I can't tell the difference between a girl and a young woman
I don't know who to introduce the handsome guy to
The big red lantern with mimosa
Pieces of colorful clouds are the most eye-catching focus
The returning workers are the most local tycoons
Stacked large packets
Make up for a year's worth of money to parents and children
Densely packed trolleys
The orientation of the bazaar was lengthened
A bright smile masked the exhaustion of the rush
I
You can only look for nostalgia in the text
January 26, 2022
Editor: Li Xunxiu, Zhao Yanju, Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature