Text/Cai Jiaojun
At the height of the solstice green is too bright
In the sun and rain, quietly set and mature
It's like the rice and wheat in the field, and when it's ripe, you have to go home
Go home, go home and see the people closest to you
The sunshine of the body has been solidified
Solidified sunlight
It's the best bag
Go home, go home and see the people closest to you
This is one of the selected exercises for the poetry collection "Back to the Warm Village" to be published, and the author feels that the selected work has a lot of problems, but he is unwilling to throw it away, so he uses the platform to display it, and implores friends to criticize and correct. Thank you, friends!Happy meeting!#Cai Jiaojun's poetry##每日新诗分享#