Original author: Shen Weidao| Minqin County, Gansu Province
poetry
Greet the snowflakes that fly in the spring
Snowflakes are flying, flying...
Wrap the spring that has just been excavated
Like a little doll holding spring
Flying.........
A snowflake that rips the sky off
From Jincheng to Liangzhou
In the direction of the Hexi Corridor
Towards the vast and boundless Western Regions
Toward
The vast and expansive Mongolian plateau soars
The wings of the swallow are cut through the light veil thin cold
Willow's winks
Convey the message of green in the flirty wind
Spring breaks out of the shell in the spring breeze
Brewing a winter of snow
It's like a pot of fragrant flowers and wine
Flying snowflakes
Flying deep into the earth...
Fall on the top of the clustered White Tower Mountain
Falling on the waves of the quiet Yellow River
Snowflakes fly high on the prairie
Fly through the vast Tengger Desert
Choke a drop of water on a snowflake
Fly toward the roots of each grass
Snowflakes and the waves of the Yellow River
Fly together
The land in the north is vast
Filled with flying snowflakes
Colorful snow
Fill in the gaps between winter and spring
Remember last year's wind
Remember last year's Zi Yanhong
Orange yellow orange green
Like a landscape flying in the snow
Put on a snow hat on the distant mountains
Snowflakes polish the blue sky
Brittle and raw
Like the green chirp of a bird
The grass roots of the earth
A rebellious heart is born
After a flappy snowflake
Stir
Snowflakes are on the road to melting
Give spring the strength to move forward
The old mulberry who rebelled against the earth
Day You don't recognize this day
You don't recognize this land
Daddy is not your daddy
A mother is not your mother
Motherland
I am a sinner of your filial piety
I'm just me
I am a relict demon
A fish swims in the water
Forget about each other
A bird soars in the blue sky
Forget about the white clouds
I sucked your milk
Facing a big river
I pulled out my poisonous sword
Stab at your chest
I am a grass in the wind
I grew up in the desert
I don't recognize it
The dirt gave me swaddling
The sun gives me the power
dew
You count something
I am who I am, I am myself
I am the mulberry tree under Mount Suwu
I am what I am
Who skinned me
Pumped my muscles
Fish meat I stomped me into a sauce
Wrapped into folded dumplings
Boiled and boiled in boiling water
Fried and fried
I am a contrarian
I don't recognize my Tengger
I don't recognize mine
Golden weeping willows on the banks of the Shiyang River
Cooking smoke wafting from my village
I just recognize
That crooked moon in America
The mother said disrespectful to the motherland
It is your greatest filial piety
make
he who
simple
seashell
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.