1. Towards the Sahara
Because of a snowflake called Sanmao
Kissed a sea called the Sahara
I'm here
Is it so hot to welcome me?
Walking barefoot just to get close to your temperature
Alternate between the left foot and the right foot, jumping
The shoes in his hand laughed at the embarrassment of his feet
I'm in charge of remembering that story and the person who wrote it
There is no desolation in her Sahara
The yellow sand flows into poetry
A lonely wild camel walks gracefully
Sweet water wrung out of the lead-gray clouds
You belong to her after all
Her sky, her wilderness, her world
My heart is blind
2. Drill into the pyramid
Never thought about it
One day the money was spent in order to get into the grave
I've been imagining your tallness in textbooks
Face to face to realize how pale the language is
The passages in and out are dim and narrow
I could only hunch and prostrate
You use 5,000 years of history
Coldly despise my piety for 20,000 miles
God's palette only gives you gold
Your heart is a black coffin
There was once a supreme power lying here
The cold stone is carved with a living history
The sun still sets in the west and rises in the east
Is Pharaoh's mysterious spell still there?
The tower is answered with weathered stones
Falling rubble falls into the fault lines of civilization
3. Hu Fu Kinoi
National Museum of Egypt
The counter is open
No glass, no guardrails
You and all kinds of objects are displayed side by side
It's like a bundle of cabbage and a potato in the vegetable market
And your name is Khufu
Wise or brutal have lost their weight
I bought as much as I wanted with a cheap eye
The pyramid began to weather
A solar boat carrying the rebirth of souls
Lie in the sun
You lie down in the museum
A layer of thin plastic paper
Simple package
The immortality of an emperor
Is it really immortal?
4. The Nile
Stand up, you are a tree
Roots in the Mediterranean Sea trunk in the Sahara
Lie down you call the Nile
One of the longest rivers
Swim upstream from Cairo
Over Luxor, over Aswan
The moment the sun hangs over the water
In a trance, I can't tell if it's sunrise or sunset
Red, white, blue, green, blue
Each season takes on a different color
Wild or gentle, raw or modern
Every turn dedicates a mystery
The east bank is a house, and the west bank is a grave
Across the north and south, you
Draw a dividing line between life and death
The plants and trees on both sides of the river use their roots to complete the cycle of your life
5. Papyrus
There was a plant mummy lying under the scorching sun, and the Egyptians, who were walking with the same color as the desert, said it was a sedge
It's very mysterious and proud
Cutting, splitting, stripping, hammering, soaking
Going through the eighty-one difficulties is the inevitability of pilgrimage
From grass to paper
It's not just a name change
Various fingers and various smudge drawings
Flowers, birds, or three-masted ships
There are also those that the Egyptians no longer recognize
Hieroglyphs belonging to ancient Egypt
It doesn't matter if you know it or not
The sedge just keeps the record
Record life and death, record beauty or ugliness
Documenting human savagery and civilization
About the Author
Yili, a native of Qingjiangpu, a member of the Provincial Writers Association, has published millions of words of prose, poetry, novels, etc., and his works include "The Cold Moon Shines on the Canal Water" and "The Daughter of Qingjiangpu". Recommended reading of previous works: Swipe up and down to read more articles 1
A painting of amorous terroir
Blowing the wind of Xie Da's Pulou
2. Essay essays
In April, show a beautiful gathering
魂兮归来
I'm waiting for you at the Jujube Festival
Where the feet go, there is home
The fan shook and shook
It was the last snow she could see
Cheng Bo Gongji Insha Grandmother Incense
Fireworks deep locust tree road
The cheongsam woman, the writer who compares herself to a peasant, walks in the spring of the old village, the spring of the old village in April, the tung blossoms bloom in midsummer, go to the countryside for a walk In May, Mai Mangzha is another year of wheat harvest season, nostalgic for the branch singer, the sound of frogs, the sound of the frog is thick, the cold moon has shone on the canal, the water has not withered in winter, and the forest is idle for half a day
My dear, you slowly fly the dance of the reeds
Spring freshwater Qinglian grows in the heart [Qingjiangpu time-honored brand] Cheng Bo Gongzhi Seal Society
3. The little poem sings tonight, how many people are sleepless on the Nile, hello, you don't come, I don't open and sit in the spring
4. Listen to it from time to time
Tonight, Youya is in Shanghai
Wu Cheng fooled how many people Gengzi At the end of the year, he happily chattered about the reality show of the two old men, and I was busy eating melons A happy residual balloon
My first lesson
Thank you for meeting 5.Life is happy for the first time, so close to you (Series 1)The first time, so close to you (Series 2)
My June 1st, I'm in charge
The story of Qiu Xiaoya 6
Today, we met Huai'an Study
【Picture description: Qingjiangpu】Tiexiaxuan Flower Pot Museum
【New Year】"Shih Tzu Ox" walked into ancient Egypt in the first year of the ox [Canal Introduction] The cold moon once shone on the canal water
Slightly rainy autumn, fragrant rice flowers
In July, we listen to "The Story of Sunflowers"
The "story" continues wonderfully......
Walking into March, singing about spring
The soul of poetry, the direction of walking
There's always a light above your head
2018, Mid-Autumn Festival, when I meet you, you buy books, I pay, go and plant a good seed, and harvest a spring
People are affectionate · Love knows no boundaries for the rest of your life for one thing
Canal rhyme
The hope of picking spring
The joy of autumn
Pick up canal text
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