Original author: Yin Yongchi | Alxa League, Inner Mongolia
poetry
Every heartbeat, because of you
(1) Impression of hometown
Fall asleep at night and fly to the clouds.
Ride on the breeze and cross the mountains.
Fluttering, landing once upon a time.
Touch the scene and think about it.
Distant hometown, slanting sun cooking smoke.
Winter snow is flying and summer rain is endless.
Spring is born of all things, green dark red Yan.
Autumn harvest grain, golden spike bend.
The old well at the mouth of the village is as sweet as a spring.
The lake is clear at the bottom and the carp are in clumps.
Country lanes, sheep guts winding.
Chirping birdsong, knowing the noise of the crowd.
A burst of life comes into view.
The past is like a tide, a cleansing wave.
Milk fame, who is calling.
Suddenly looking back, time and space have turned.
(ii) Childhood
Little and small, in a hurry.
Pee mud to build a tower, the calendar in front of you.
Played home, mother and father.
Stacked arhats, wrists crushed.
The female catches the sheep and the male rolls the iron ring.
You jump the leather band, I play with the beads.
In the kaleidoscope, there are many colors.
In the villain book, the stories are continuous.
Boys and girls, the true color,
Black and white, shoes and pants wide.
Patches of all sizes, all over the mountains.
Lack of clothing and food, let alone dignity.
Wild vegetables wrap in the belly, wheat bran is difficult to swallow.
Sorghum cakes, rotten throat.
Radish strips, preferably to accompany the meal.
Corn paste, perfectly rendered.
Shandong shrimp paste, dead salty and salty.
A season of sweet potatoes, eat until the new year.
Stir-fry is oil-free and salty.
Over the years, the trachea becomes inflamed,
Malnutrition, walking chickens panting.
After untying the big hand, a wind blows away.
Young and ignorant, ignorant of the world.
Nonsensical, mischievous.
Grilled melons and dates, home-cooked meals,
Attract cats and dogs, love to dislike people.
Rolling in the mud, sprinkling joy on the water.
Snare sparrows and smash bird eggs.
What's more, the mud is whipped.
Castor remove leaves, stem smoke.
Play with fire to self-immolate, clothes on fire.
Spanked butt, sleepless all night.
What is hygienic, gray head and dirty face.
What a costume, a rag.
What is the fruit, melon ripe plum sweet.
What is green, the wheat wave is monstrous.
(3) Study experience
Grow up slowly, twelve-three,
Graduated from elementary school and entered the place dare.
Time flies, two years.
The love of the same window, in the bones.
Occasionally turn over old photos, wet clothes with tears.
You at the same table, Zhu Yan long braids.
The years have changed and have never changed.
The age of innocence, the sky is blue and the water is blue.
I also skipped class just for fun.
Obsessed with poker, hide in the sheepfold.
Fight against military chess and forget time.
The teacher was angry, why did it come late.
Branches, pulpit penalty station.
One to the exam, third from the bottom.
Faceless father, alter the exam paper.
Listening to lectures in class is too much trouble.
Peek at the forbidden copy, three times under the Gangnam.
Favorite novel, Water Margin.
Favorite story, straw boat borrowing arrows.
Favorite prose, poplar praise.
Favorite movie, Mine Battle.
Favorite songs, never get tired of listening.
Grandma Penghu, footprints strung together.
Zhuge Shilang, grassland swing.
(4) Prosperity and splendor
The sky is full of imagination and sleep is in full swing.
Suddenly woke up, the night was dark.
If you want to go back to your previous dream, you are already confused.
Gradually dawning, I felt a lot of emotions.
Yesterday is gone, never to be returned.
Thoughts in the mind, freeze-frame fragments.
Saying that it is a memory of suffering, it is not always true,
There is pleasure in suffering. There is also sweetness.
Sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, full of experience.
Not in vain, a hundred years in a flash.
Look at this man again, devouring elephants and snakes greedily.
Dressed neatly and deliciously.
Wide houses, luxury cars change frequently,
Never satisfied, self-pitying and self-hatred.
Think about the past, like a god.
Think of danger in times of peace and stick to your faith.
Pick up the spirit and work tirelessly.
Roll up your sleeves and work hard.
The great revival is realized with iron determination.
The sun rises in the east, and the mountains are red.
February 16, 2022 in the left banner
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Yin Yongchi, male, Han Chinese. Born on July 3, 1969 in Weigan Township, Dacheng County, Hebei Province. In 1987, he came to Alxa Zuoqi for a part-time job and settled in Bayanhot Town, Alxa Zuoqi, Inner Mongolia in the same year. Now he has been engaged in the local catering industry for many years.