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Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers

author:Daya Breeze

epic. The season of acacia flowers

Daya Breeze

2014-2-14 15:40

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<序>From 1975 to 1977, I participated in the construction of the national third line and worked in Xuzhou City, Jiangsu Province and Shengli Oilfield in Shandong Province for more than two years. On the ancient canal that flows through Xuzhou, there was such a poignant and moving story...

introduction

Locust tree flowers bloom with river fragrance,

The locust flower girl sat by the river.

Shouting waves you don't go away,

When you come, you can see Wei Shan Lang?

The waves laughed, telling the girl,

Brother Lang had come to pick up the girl.

(i)

Remember that year the acacia flowers,

Brother Weishan came to this township.

Ragged and gaunt,

A pair of lonely canopy oars.

A pair of paddles, a person,

Spend time alone.

Day casting nets on the river,

Busy before lighting the stove at night.

Hit the fish to the market,

In exchange for money to buy food.

Wei Shan Lang, how hard,

Wind and rain on the canal.

Locust flower is originally a canal girl,

Cheerful and generous personality.

Double eyebrow green painting distant mountains,

Two-eyed fringe autumn waves.

How many people, girl,

Nothing to do with a few trips.

The girl is as light as a swift,

The flat boat is busy with ferrymen.

Since the fisherman came to this village,

A question mark hangs on:

This man, unusual,

Where do you come from and where do you go?

(ii)

On that day the canal first swelled,

A sail rides the turbid waves.

Turbid waves come and the boat shakes,

Brother Weishan panicked.

Panicking, not shy,

I had to go ashore and beg the girl.

"Big sister, you and I meet in Pingshui,

One river is busy on each other.

Now the fisherman I am killed,

I also hope that the eldest sister will help.

I go ashore, you go into the cabin,

Someone asks you to talk. ”

A wave of righteous indignation filled the chest,

The girl jumped on the bow of the boat.

Pull up the sails against the bad water,

Almost bumped into the big boat gang.

Phoenix eyes are angry, willow eyebrows are raised,

Anger shot each other twice.

"Huh? This ship is a familiar desolation,

Could the bow of the ship be Wei Shan Lang? ”

Talk out of two people,

A male duck cavity before the head:

"Ask the girl, you know,

Where is the owner of the boat? ”

"Are there beads in the eyes of the two?"

Isn't the bow of the boat my girl?

Walking on the river from a small boat,

Smooth out a few canal waves.

Mo messed up, don't talk nonsense,

The two have farts to put quickly.

"We are from Weishan Lake,

This trip is designed for WeiShan Lang.

Only because he was anti-learning Dazhai,

Thrown into prison by their dictatorship.

Who knows the fish broke the net,

He escaped from prison and walked around. ”

"Oh, girl, I have heard clearly,

It turns out that you are busy arresting people.

At night the canal first rises,

Dare not enter the Yangtze River?

Please two, hurry up,

Take advantage of the water to suzhou and Hangzhou. ”

An incoming cabin opens the machine,

A stand-up look at the mast.

"Shout girl you walk slowly,

There's a little thing to discuss.

This boat, good eye familiar,

Could it be that you hid the prisoners? ”

The girl smiled slightly,

Put down the oars and say:

"Aren't you old-eyed,

Can't distinguish between yin and yang during the day?

What's the basis? What's the basis?

There is no basis for shouting.

"This ship is my girl's boat,

This oar is my girl's oar.

A sail canopy sewn by hand,

More than ten patches of size.

Ask the white clouds, ask the flowing water,

Fish birds know girls. ”

"The two of you should not think about it,

Girl, I'm going to cast a net.

This goes to the rivers and rivers and waves,

Beware of filling the intestines of the fish. ”

Good girl, hand up,

Boats are like arrows going far away.

(iii)

The wind is thin and the rain is long,

The brother sat by the ferry.

Holding the locust leaf in his hand and looking at the river water,

Infinite gratitude to the good girl.

Good girl, long affection,

In the great disaster, he saved Wei Shan Lang.

When the girl came back that day,

Root asked Wei Shan Lang.

The young man scratched his head helplessly,

"History of Sin" sues the girl.

"Tell the eldest sister, don't be afraid,

I was innocent and wronged.

"Last year, the fishing village learned dazhai,

Fields were built around the lake to ask for grain.

How many fishermen will farm?

The bow of the ship stands on the accustomed foot of a pair.

Two hands, like a stick,

The seedlings are planted like snakes.

"Just because I said a word,

Labor should not hurt the people and money.

Since then it has become a counter-revolution,

Several times he was beaten into his cell.

Unable to accept, scolding,

What is such a dictatorship?

"After midnight,

Break the window ledges onto the boat.

From then on, I didn't know anything about it,

Trails on the canal.

Good luck to meet you, good girl,

Save the fisherman's life. ”

The girl's face was red and flying,

Hurriedly laughing to stop Wei Shan Lang:

"Brother don't say that,

Our fate is the same.

Only because the father's mother's composition is high,

Middle school does not want me to return to my hometown.

"Daddy was beaten and jumped off the canal,

My brother went away in one fell swoop.

The remaining girls,

One man guarded the canal.

Day crossing to get people coming and going,

Crying daddy in the middle of the night. ”

For a long time, the night was dark,

The girl Fisherman looked at her with tears in her eyes.

The boy's anger rose from the heart,

Hate can't catch the canal waves.

Two bitter melons and a vine,

A night of bitter talk until dawn...

The gushing canal is the red lady,

Spend time together.

The friendship of affliction is deep,

The girl falls in love with Wei Shan Lang.

The moon is missing, the moon is full,

For a few years the leaves of locust are green and yellow.

(iv)

Smoke and fog gather the light of the sun,

The canal is clear and clear.

When the acacia flowers are fragrant again,

My brother is about to return to his hometown.

Yesterday, I heard people say,

My hometown is no longer what it used to be.

Wei Shan Lang wants to return to his hometown,

The girl sent Lang to tears.

Two boats walk side by side,

The two sat in a boat.

Confidant, inexhaustible,

Turn into a wave of laughter.

Brother said, go back and write a letter,

Pick up the girl when the locust blossoms bloom.

The girl lowered her eyebrows and blushed,

Pick a locust flower to send a lover.

Brother, write to me,

Don't let the girl think day and night.

Looking back at the sails in the sky,

The girl pulled the boat to crush the waves.

Light boat familiar road canal water,

When you go, it is too short to return to the time.

When the people go, the huts are empty,

Since then, the tea and rice have not been fragrant.

(5)

Spring breeze and green trees on both sides,

Weishan Good News Girl.

Saying that the unjust case has been rehabilitated,

The second said that the lake was busy to every household.

The third thing, let the girl guess -

Oh, and the house that has been built for marriage.

The girl reads and smacks her lips,

Birds all over the sky also sang along.

Tears of joy drifted into the canal,

Tears bloom on the tip of the waves.

The girl's heart, long wings,

Fly to Wei Shan Lang's side.

End

Acacia flower girl and other lovers.

Throw the flowers to your brother,

Pick a locust flower on the plug.

The canal is a good satin,

Cut the dowry for the girl.

The atrium that can't stop beating,

The girl looked up at the embankment:

Where the fog of the sky is born,

The sail mast is vaguely a lover.

The girl swung the oar in her hand,

The bow of the boat cuts open the waves like locust flowers...

1977-1983 From Shengli Oilfield to Fushun

Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers
Narrative poems: The season of the fragrant flowers of the locust flowers

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