Good poems of the day
Lishan 4
Text/Blue Ice
Thirty-eight directions of rain poured into the wheat of my life
Memories squander the fertile fields of time, the visitor
Bone plants are inserted into the hometown and burn the footprints of my grandfather
I often go to the countryside to look for farm tools in my body
Try to use the instinct for the land from the memory of the blood
Fall down, close to the dirt under the ancestral tombstone
Tell them about an ideal to run away from home
Receive the destination and recall of the soul wandering
The wheat that stutters to sustain life, the bequest of ancestors praying to the earth
Beckon me to embrace the distance and welcome a mountain closer
Ferry along The Wei River along Shanyin, in the Sun of Weishui
A large celadon bowl awaits a copper pot of tea, and it is grunted
Swallow the wind and dust from afar, and hide the sound of a few drops of tears
If the mountain is tired, it will also give the sun a deep sleep
I heard the sound of sweeping kang and waited for the night to come
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