Night Rain 丨 Qin Kaiyong: Mountain City Lane (Outer Second Song)

Mountain City Lane

(Outer 2 songs)

Qin Kaiyong

Climbing up the stairs, the wind is running down the seven corners

At that time, we were all sweating on our heads, and it was too late to wipe it

At that time, the house was low and did not have the ability to skyscraper

We counted the leather shoes, rubber shoes and floral shoes that passed under the window

The soles are stained with dirt

At that time, the door opened on the side of the road, and whispers hid under the stilts

Mom and Dad were still walking on the bluestone road

At that time, the poor stone crevices supported the towering yellow kudzu tree

A flower magpie comforted the spire of the church

Also comfort the noisy compound

At that time, the good days were all on the slope

The Yangtze River embraces the setting sun and flows quietly next to it

Now, the picture is old, and a city is starting to turn yellow

The old days are back on the slope

East Hedge for a drink

Sit down and read the name of a mountain house:

A noun and a verb

On the cultural stone in front of the bamboo hedge, read in Traditional Chinese

Read out a long shirt and read it in a line of writing

In the adhesion of the pen, a pair of words will be read

Secretly tightening ambitions

The term is far away, and there is a hidden direction of the mountain

The verb is so close that it seems to be lifted with an outstretched hand

A faint twilight

Stop, stop, stop, you come down from the mountain

And with its breezy breeze, the mountain wine is vast

Red Mezan

Like a drop of ink, it is dipped in a branch

Drop your pen on the rice paper that spread out on the flying snow

It is like the history of the struggle of the pen, the bone joints on a person's fingers

The blood in the body is involved in the bloom

The spring cold lifted the branches, and the fate was destined to be steep

Let a flower move out of the sun-dazzling ladder

Plunge in from a season

Look at the lively provenance

At this time, the heavens and the earth are clean, and you have to be ready

Snow-fed white horses

The time to marry has arrived

The wind, carrying the flower palanquins of early spring

About author:Qin Kaiyong is a member of Chongqing Writers Association and a director of Shapingba District Writers Association. Poetry and prose have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as Poetry Journal, Yanhe, Prose Poetry World, Chongqing Daily, Chongqing Evening News, China Teachers Daily, Education Herald, etc., and some works have been selected into various literary anthologies.