Thirty nights of fire
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Author: Wang Liwen
Old folk saying:
"Thirty nights of fire, lights in the middle of the moon."
After eating the New Year's meal,
Mother lit a fire.
She muttered to herself:
"Fire is prosperous, wealth is prosperous, and people are prosperous."
We sat around the fire,
It felt like home,
There is a taste of the year,
There is a warm current of motherhood.
The lid of the kettle rat rattled,
Brew a pinch of green tea picked by your mother,
The mountains are full of green and green in their arms.
Bake a piece of rice dumpling golden brown,
We chew sweet,
Smelled of rice.
The smoked bacon is already old red and translucent,
It is the mother's labor that brings the days to life,
It is the mother's hard work shining.
The flames strive to soar upwards,
It was my mother's waist and arms.
Dance "On the Field of Hope".
The small flames around the rhythm,
It's "We're on the Road."
About the Author
Wang Liwen, born in 1946, retired teacher, a native of Changtang Village, Changtang Town, Linxiang. I am obsessed with words, love literature, and often write something, and many essays and poems are scattered in newspapers and magazines.
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