Wentu | Zang Huaisheng Edited by | Swallow
The old well of my hometown
The years have aged your face
Moss confirms that you are no longer young
The wellhead has been torn to pieces
The well water is overgrown with duckweed
Remember when you were young
The crystal clear well water reflects the reflection
The whole village visits you every day
Moist days with smiles
The old well of my hometown
You often appear in my dreams
Stand at the wellhead and look up
The bottom of the well is the figure of that year
The old well of my hometown
You reside in my memory
Walk under the moon and think about it
As if seeing your clear eyes
About the author: Zang Huaisheng, pen name Yushu Linfeng. He loves calligraphy and indulges in the Yanchi Pond, blends into the natural wind and shadows, and wanders the text and dance to get ink. He has published many articles in newspapers and periodicals such as Heze Daily, Panshi Weekend, Xincao County, and Shandong Essays. Member of Caoxian Writers Association, Member of China Hard Pen Calligraphers Association, Member of People's Photography Association, Writers and Poets Signed by Writers Frontline Audience Platform; His poetry works have won the "Heart Dream Cup" and "Tianshun Cup" Literary Essay Contest Awards. Poetry: Poetry is a flowering word.
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