Rural poetry
Text/Wang Xinglin (Ankang, Shaanxi)
Walk into the mountains of your hometown
Those trees that have experienced vicissitudes
Across the green shore of wind and frost
Dreamlike clouds bathe in industriousness and simplicity
Spring swallows with mud
Also helping me find my childhood
There are also ploughing cattle
Silently flipping through the psalms of spring in the fields
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He once traveled to the Famous River of Xiushui
But I can't find the nostalgia of the bees and butterflies dancing
He once worshipped the ancient temple of Naksha
But I like the Moon Lang Xingcan in my hometown
Quiet nights wander through the text
Skinny fingers
Pick wonderful ones in the vast sea of poetry
Collect the floral scents left by the years
Use the aftermath to create a full moment of colorful spring
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Turn around and look back at the rows of smoke trees
There is no need to measure the depth of time
Countryside I borrow your spring to open myself
See the light in your eyes and the cry from the bottom of your heart
Every day holds up a sense of distress
Through personnel
Look at the weakness behind the dusk
Crush the vicissitudes of time with force
It was me who turned a thousand times for a long time
Watch the oblique sun stain your ears
The country tone is always the call that penetrates the years...
【Author's Profile】Wang Xinglin (male), pen name and listening to the wind, Shaanxi Ankang people, after 60, served in the Pamir Plateau of Xinjiang for four years, like amateur writing, there are many poems scattered on multiple platforms and paper media, one without any title, with half a life to travel the motherland's great rivers and mountains, footprints across the Great Wall, north and south of the great river, rich life experience, wonderful inner emotional world.