Footmark
My mother's footprints were buried layer by layer by ten years
Wild grass grew on it
In fact, it is the same whether you bury it or not
No one could recognize the footprints of a couple
She followed the cattle and sheep
Anyone can recognize cow hoof prints and sheep's hoof prints
And her little feet, which were wrapped in deformation
What was left was a string of small cone-shaped pits
It's been ten years, and I've dreamed about it several times
Mother climbed the mountain road with a basket of potatoes on her back
One is not careful
Sink into the pit that the little foot stepped on
Never climbed up again
Wildflowers
When my mother was alive, she dug up a lot of grass roots
Some are boiled in a pot, some are burned under the stove
In the autumn season, the weeds bent and crooked
Drag the mother into the dirt
Then the mother's grave was occupied
Actually, I'm thankful for these weeds
They discard their old suspicions
Take care of my lonely mother for me
Inform the underground of the warmth and coldness of the world
Convey to your children the concern of the next world
Every autumn is in the season of deep grass and yellow, my heart
It will hurt inexplicably
Urging me to go home
Even the phone calls with relatives in my hometown are indispensable
Ask, the weeds that grow on the grave
Both parents
Parents hidden in pen caps
When I think about them
Unscrew it, and they come out
They will hear what you say
Parents are waiting in the old-fashioned telephone receiver
You call them
And they agreed
You can hear the tremor of the echo of the old house
Parents stay in the small windows of QQ and WeChat
When you want to meet
You wave your hand
And they burst into tears
Parents, they can't wait for you forever
You unscrew all the caps
You call that number over and over again
How many times have you clicked on that friend who is called Mom and Dad
They may all ignore you again
Only, in the dead of night
They will come to see you
In the heart, in the dream
Catch your every greeting
Author: Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, living in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the China Railway Writers Association. He has written more than 1,000 poems, some of which have been published in hundreds of publications such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Monthly", "China Railway Literature and Art", "Ginseng Flower", "Green Wind", "Star" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into a variety of anthologies. Published poetry collections "Gap" and "Deep Snow".
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