The Old Man in the Rice Field (a poem)
——Tribute to Yuan Longping, the father of China's hybrid rice
Author: Chen Hao
Outside the window in the distance, there was the first drizzle after Xiao Man
The season is just right, the heavens and the earth are moist, as if loved
Children are running on the soccer field
At first I was still trying to tell, which of them was my child?
Soon I told myself:
They are all children of food
Both are children of rice and rice
At that moment, the people on the streets of Changsha, Hunan
Start crying in the drizzle
I saw a rice field running like a tide
At that moment, all the rice standing in the distant rice field
They all looked up silently
At that moment, rice all over China stretched out its arms
Pick up an old man who is sleeping
At that moment, all of China's rice could not cry
They lost their father
Put down a white porcelain bowl and see a tile blue sky
The rice paddies around the city began to grow continuously
In this embrace, you must see
The rice paddies in the sun are shining with golden light and fragrant
The whole world is also windy and sunny
An old man walking in a rice field
Just out of a dream
His shirt was still white, and his arms were crumpled like bark
He leaned down again and examined it carefully
Every grain of this world
Afraid of starvation, any weak one
Eyes full of anticipation
orphan
[Author: Chen Hao, Secretary-General, Writer and Poet of the Gansu Provincial Federation of Literary and Literary Associations, has been engaged in literary creation for more than 20 years, and has published more than 300 literary works (the first).] He is the author of the literary works collection "Chaoxi", the popular science literature "The Legend of Phoenix Mountain" and "The Figure of the Rejecter" (co-author). ]