Li Zhiyuan: Four songs outside "On the Road"

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Li Zhiyuan, whose real name is Li Zongshi, is engaged in legal work, loves to read and write on weekdays, and occasionally has literary works scattered in newspapers and periodicals, and has authored the prose collection "Not a Rich flower in the world" and the poetry collection "The Moon Has Yin and Sunshine and Lack".

"On the Road"

Survived poverty and hunger

Now finally in front of the fruit

Rice paddies in front of the village

Banana grove behind the village

A large pond in the east of the village

If you can

Transplant some of their shadows into my poems

If you can

Let me stop wandering and go back to my hometown

With my father and fellow countrymen

Go to the field to water the seedlings and hoe the grass

It's like helping your mother pull off the gray hair on her head

It was like straightening out his father's increasingly rickety figure

If you can

I will give it to the father who rests on the ground

Hand him a cigarette and help him light it

However, my poetry is too shallow

There are not too many extravagant dreams

Allow me to take away a handful of thin black dirt from my hometown

Just a handful

Let it cover the wounds of my fall and heal

Just a handful, remind me

Can't be a strong person in life

Then be a qualified villager

"My Father"

Father's life

It is a life of poverty

Father has a scalper-like body

Bearing the weight, he did not say a word

Father's shoulders

He once carried the weight of four children

Father's backbone

It's like a plough that reclaims the land

Let the children thrive like saplings

Himself, on the other hand, gradually bent down

Father had a stone-like silence

Sad, he never frowned

Love, but hidden

It was such a stubborn father

Never discard the sickle and hoe in his hand

What should I exchange with my father

Looking at his hunched figure

I can only use a grateful heart

Bless the Father and pray for the years

Slow down, slow down, slow down again...

"Huai Du Fu"

It's like drawing water from a deep well

A thick rope must be tied around the waist

Fang had to climb steadily

Keep your voice aloft

Earn a posthumous name

I am not a poet

Can't get out of "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells"

It has been passed down through the ages

Spare sighs

The difficulty of the Shu Dao is difficult to go to the qingtian

The road is difficult, and poor white happens

"Be a Sparrow in the Next Life"

Qingming returned from sweeping the tomb, and the courtyard was cool

A few sparrows in the trees

Squeak, chase and play

They are so bold, in broad daylight

From time to time, he came to me to commit crimes

Looting the sun-dried corn kernels

No, it's robbery

They ignored me, but did not carry the murder weapon

Only a pair of weak wings

I cannot misjudge and create an unjust case

For many years, indeed, for many years

I didn't see the sparrow's shadow

I think it's too hard to be a human neighbor

They are fierce and fierce, killing birds without blinking

The sparrow had no choice but to protect itself and return to the South Mountain

Now they're out of the mountains

It is estimated that the scar is good and forgets the pain

I thought, if there is an afterlife

I would never want to be a tree

Who says there is no sad and joyful posture

It grows over cliffs and cliffs, and the wind blows rain and wind

How helpless, frightened and feared

Be a sparrow

When afraid, return to the South Mountain, and dance with the song of the swallow

Bored out of the way to look around, to see the world...

"Deeply in Love with You"

The most appropriate thing is to compare you to that

The seed of a banyan tree

Drifting with the wind

Silence drifted into the atrium of my heart

It then takes root and sprouts and grows leaves

I was expecting nothing

Watch it grow strongly and flourish every day

Then blossom, fruit ...

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