It's nice to have a home in my hometown
Graphic author: Ask Ink
Yangchun April, the hometown stayed for a few days, did not want to hurry away. After only a few days of parting, I missed the home in my hometown.
A few rows of garlic seedlings in the yard should have garlic moss grown out, right?
Have the bamboo shoots just exposed to the ground opened up new leaves?
When will the newly planted wisteria and lingxiao climb the entire pergola,
Blooming out of its emerald green leaves, colorful flowers?
In the shade,
A wicker chair,
A cup of tea,
Reading
Listen to music;
In the shade,
And the neighbors of the village around the stone table,
Smoking, drinking tea,
Chatting.
On the high pond,
The sky is high and the clouds are light,
Qinling Weiwei,
The four wildernesses are vast.
There is poetry in the morning,
Dusk has a pictorial meaning,
Poetic,
Pictorial and poetic.
This painting,
The painter always feels that the color in his pen is not enough,
Always feel that their skills are not good;
This poetic love,
In my dreams,
In my singing.
People say it's lonely and boring,
But I never feel lonely,
It has a tranquility that is hard for the townspeople to find.
There is no hustle and bustle of traffic,
There is no hustle and bustle of the crowds.
night
All hell breaks loose,
The sky is blue and far away,
The stars twinkle,
It's like a fantastic fairytale world.
The sun is shining and airy,
The acacia flowers are about to give thanks,
The tung blossoms bloom again,
And there's a cherry blossom in my garden.
The delicacy of the village,
The fragrance of the village.
The fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of earth,
Not far away came a few crisp bird calls,
People couldn't help but get drunk.
Stroll down the laneways,
Walk into the neighborhood courtyard,
Opposite the knee,
Across the knee,
Talk about the good harvests of previous years,
Talking about the happy growth of children,
Speaking of shredded old things,
With a smile on his face,
Full of happiness,
There is sweetness and beauty flowing in my heart.
It's nice to have a home in my hometown!
P.S. I am not good at poetry, so I never dare to write easily. It was the scene in my hometown that stirred me, urged me, made me unable to help myself, said a few words, and the soup was also weak. Holding your hands in the township parties, let you see the smile, let him see the smile, I am really ashamed and timid!
Source: Author's contribution
Graphic author: Ask Ink
Compilation and editing: Huazhou Literature and History Collection