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Up close to the past
Huang Yunfang
I saw a mist in the mountains
Up close, it's a childhood figure
The sweet smell of the New Year came over
Floating around in my head
I search deep in my memory
When will I come to the road to the grave when I was a child
The road is still the same as before
Man has become the deceased
The pile of snow at the corner of the temple was still as white as it had been
The muddy trails many people are no longer willing to walk
The plank-made bridge was covered with dry grass
I still remember my family crossing the bridge together
The joy of the current
The road is long, long
Grow up to the times go too fast
Many people are no longer willing to think back to the beginning
And me
Only when you re-embark on this path
to be able to recall some beauty about him
Beautiful and bumpy
Bumpy but content
It was an enticing experience
Whenever there is light snow in the sky
The corners of my mouth will rise
It was memories in drunken poetry
I saw that the taste of the year was getting weaker and weaker
The reunions of the past have long since become the joys of the past
The hustle and bustle dissipated like a cloud of smoke
I had to sit in the memory and think silently
When the same family came to this corner again
The indifferent memory brings the perspective closer
The noise opened the shackles like brown sugar
Peer pace Open hearts
Laughter echoes through the mountains
It turns out that this is the key to the New Year
Source: Sichuan Provincial Local History Work Office
Author: Huang Yunfang (Class 4, 2021, Faculty of Literature and Art, Yibin University)
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