Poetry: Raw grass
Appearance: Peach blossoms
Photograph: Xu Jiaduo
"Reading the Peach Blossoms"
- Raw grass
Yongxing bridgehead passengers, looking at the Xiaoshang River in the distance.
A water connects the north and south, transforming into a black swan.
The new bridge is left with rice warehouses, and the blue water reflects red makeup.
The people take food as the sky, and build a city to accumulate grain.
Qingping Ancient Ruins are here, and the film and television town is coming.
Ge Ge is busy gathering wind, and the little girl is happy.
All sentient beings look forward to peace, and the five tastes hang red lights.
To fulfill this night's dream, sonorous rose line.
Non-sea boat people, the west causeway endowed with Han rhymes.
Flowers in front of the Yuanchun Hall, the little girl dreams of chanting.
Green dream left in Shenzhen, entrepreneurship a bridge new.
South Lane copper pot shabu, red makeup drunk fishing village.
Forget the oyster lake, the park red makeup special.
Volunteer to stay in the shadows and serve the people.
The silicon valley dream of Central Asia, the coast waves are shocking.
Heaven gives a makeup red, and the little girl leads to elegant style.
Read the peach blossoms of human faces
Raw grass
(i)
The four sides of the music travel, the sea let me go,
The public and the selfless, the gardener looks at the harvest.
(ii)
At four o'clock in the spring, the sea and the sky compete for freedom.
The public servant worries about the country, and the garden travels to the dream.
(iii)
Come to the four seas park, come here lyrical feelings.
Nostalgic for the past this evening, sleepwalking around the world.
There is a chance to stand at the head of the tide, no complaints and no regrets to pioneer the cattle.
Jun Mo smiled and disdained the sale of dog meat.
Editor: Li Wubing Li Xunxiu Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature