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Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling

author:Morning Bell Poetry
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling
Dengshi Wengyu has a feeling

Spring blossoms bloom new,

We climbed the mountain and entered the village.

This time came to Shiweng Yu,

Peaceful and peaceful old village.

The southernmost point of Colored Stone Town,

Very special and cozy.

Two thousand-year-old locust trees,

Century-old stone houses are found throughout the village.

The stone is like the bones of the village,

The ancient locust is the soul of the village.

A thousand-year-old tree,

The branches are still flourishing.

Witnessing historical development,

It symbolizes the spirit of the villagers.

Industrious, kind and tenacious,

It is the people of Shiwenyu Village.

Now she is witnessing,

Rush to a prosperous new countryside.

Let's go around the village,

The fresh air is refreshing.

Magpies chirping in the trees,

Apricot blossoms adorn the entire village.

Forsythia in the mountains welcomes spring flowers,

Ushering in the spring of thousands of households.

Digging some wild vegetables in the mountains,

To make lunch more soulful.

Put the new harvest of mountaineering,

Write as a small slip to give to friends.

Chen Zhong

Thank you to poet friend Yin Zuomin for the poem to help the fun:

Lao Huasheng Nanshan,

More than a thousand years of wind and rain.

Spring budding new leaves,

Thanks to Ken Lao.

Double magpie falling branches,

The colorful feathers resemble brocade.

Stretch your throat and call friends,

Spring Song Another Year.

Yin Zuomin

Morning Bell Poetry

March 21, 2023

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