Original author: Shen Weidao| Minqin County, Gansu Province
The shape of the water is a pebble
I like it
Lingers on the water's edge of the Yellow River
All said
You are a great mother
A faint flowing wave of water
It's your smiling face
Faint sunlight
A faint wave of water jumped up
I love the reeds on the water's edge
Those of your crooked eyebrows
Is it your ageless love?
Give yourself to yourself
A mirror with a slight makeup
Bridges connect us
Cut the inexhaustible blood veins of the umbilical cord
You give it to me
The milk of the mountains is golden in the sun
I walk along your water's edge
I am
A stone egg creeping under your water
Your smile warms my arms
You wave after wave of micro waves
Gently
Gently pat my chest
The whispers of your waves
Tell me your secret
Such as cutting as a mill
I grind into a round goose egg
My shape is as silky as water
I like to walk on the banks of the Yellow River
I love to hear my mother's heavenly whispers
The shape of the water
It is a round pebble
My predecessor
Maybe it's a majestic mountain
I am blessed and blessed by Heaven
Snow glaciers Sunshine rain dew
I followed the creek
Run down a big river
I have suffered from the vicissitudes of the years
I am a goose egg after a goose
Maybe sunshine and water
Grind me into little gravel
A grain of sand on the ground and a star in the sky
Mother Oh, until then
I am the brightest star in the night sky
Spring is coming to us
The spring breeze swayed and scorched the peach blossoms
Joyfully coming to us
It's a bumpy ride along the way
That coronavirus has changed again and again
Winter is coming to an end after all
The door to the Spring Festival has been opened
Crackling cannon sounds
Lead us forward
Big red characters in every household
Everyone smiled
After all, spring has arrived
The rushing river is about to thaw
Birds sing on the high branches
Everything that should go immediately get out of the egg
Say what Omi krong
This dead and not stiff public enemy
Drowned in the ocean of people
Spring is full of teasing
Red peony Green willow silk
Peach blossoms scorching apricot blossoms
The bitter cold of winter
Can't lock in the sun's rays
The bucket turns to the stars and the silver man flickers
Everything that should go must be fucked
spring
A little girl with flowers and branches
Bouncing and jumping towards us
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Shen Weidao, male, born in 1965, a native of Harvest Town, Minqin County, Gansu Province, is now working in the Discipline Inspection Commission of Minqin County, and a member of the Gansu Writers Association.