Original author: Shen Weidao| Minqin County, Gansu Province
poetry
The big bird on the goose mound
The big bird spreads its lifelike wings
Like an arrow ready to strike
How many years
Nor did it fly away
The whitewashed mound was imposing
There are also some teeth and claws
The big bird that fluttered its wings
No
Chirped once in the autumn wind
I know the bigger the bird gets
The more I don't have the ability to take off
Like a super slogan painted with white walls
The passion that has long since lost its vitality
The wings of a large bird may be too wide open
The wind slipped away from under the belly
The wind under the foot is false and false
Unable to hold up the wings of birds flying
That's it
Years
Shiver in the bitter wind and rain
The big bird crouched on the whitewashed goose mound
A mighty mound decorated with whitewashing
I know that birds lose the ability to fly
How whitewashed wings can fly
What is false is always false
Just take on a look of eagerness
Remember Wang Wei's inscription poem
Look at the mountains from a distance and listen to the water silently
It is said that the doctor who sells his mouth has no good medicine
It is said that formalism kills people
Face the sad autumn wind of Xiao Killing
The birds were silent
After that, the mountains were full of golden yellow
And then I ran around with the wind
The rolling belt crawled into the muddy water
I know birds don't take off
Fake is more realistic than real
It's better to say than to sing
The big bird is just in a solemn form
Make a sample of an authentic viewer
This false whitewashed goose mound
This poor flapping bird
Lift your flying wings and stand still
Just like the fake flowers sold on the street
Never
A faint fragrance wafts in
Have you ever seen Weng Zhong in the Imperial Tomb?
You've seen it
Spend hundreds of millions of Guandi sculptures
Is the Great Wall-like "shame wall"?
The so-called "corpse"
Just like the false big bird on the goose mound
It can only be a sensational fake
Thoughts of staying on the banks of the Shiyang River
That year I went to Chongxing
I have
Can't find what it looked like years ago
Time passes everything away
The thoughts grew stronger
Sand willows on the banks of the Shiyang River
Grows year after year
Moonlight through the windows
Night
Shine on the roof beams of my house
I still walked through
A wilderness of vines
That piece
Tangled water
That pool
Swaying cattail sticks
I'm looking
Acacia left behind many years ago
One term
My galloping eyes
Along the night bank of Lake Cima
All the way
Unchanged
It is the snow peak of Qilian Mountain
The water of the Shiyang River
I'm bathing in
In the early summer sunshine
Wave after wave
Flooding
Acacia one by one
The other side of the river
On the other side of the river, there is blooming
An unforgettable time for me
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.