Affectionate spring
Text/Wang Xinglin
I still linger on the night in the countryside
Nostalgic for the gentle evening breeze under the pure night
A bright moon reflects the ancient simplicity
The countryside thus stands still in the world
Such as a shy woman
.
Take a walk in the countryside
Gentle in southern Shaanxi minor
Mountain peach blossoms bloom in 10,000 styles
In such an intoxicating wilderness
The mountain village is like a long-ago story
They confide in their hearts
I am also silently listening to people's visions
And at this moment, the river is as quiet as clear eyes
Look out into the sky on the left bank of spring
The wind blew faintly
"Small bridge, flowing water, people"
Dotted with rustic charm
The depths of the canola flowers
Some emotions run over the foreheads of farmers
Their figures run counter to the colors of spring
But the face bloomed with the color of flowers
The years from the mountains were called away by the wind
There are some strong traces where they fall
I plucked a tender green leaf
Foam with it during the flowering period
Finally know
The peach forest that passed by was nothing more than rubbing shoulders
And each paragraph side by side
All in the affectionate spring...
【Author's Profile】Wang Xinglin (male), pen name and listening to the wind, Shaanxi Ankang people, after 60, served in the Pamir Plateau of Xinjiang for four years, like amateur writing, there are many poems scattered on multiple platforms and paper media, one without any title, with half a life to travel the motherland's great rivers and mountains, footprints across the Great Wall, north and south of the great river, rich life experience, wonderful inner emotional world.