Fragrance everywhere
Author: Green Field
Recitation: Huang Jinrong
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I saw the spring flowers talking and laughing
Ice and snow are seen as scarves and cloaks
The north wind is seen as the flow of the spring breeze and a smile
The intertwined roots are deeper and more penetrating
Even if the feet are covered with the hideousness of dark rocks
It is also seen as embracing a warm rainbow
Mother: You are just a spring flower
Penetrate the treacherous ice of winter
There is also the vast fire of spring......
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When the cold whip sounded in our ears
When our dawn destroys and extinguishes Mars
Mother, I see your vicissitudes of life
A trace of nutrition should also squeeze out the petals
Even if there is no spring rain
A tear of one's own too
Conjure up a surge of emotion
Always vigorous in Qingming, like a torrent that shakes the sky!
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I saw the courtyards and groves of the farmhouses
The spring flowers that spread brew the spring thunder of laughter
It was the mother who built the pergola by hand all the time
The joy or heaviness of longing for the return of the backpack......
I remember the scene of the roaring earthquake that year
A mother's spine is shattered by a building beam
Smash out of the whirlpool, and the blood is as vigorous as a lotus
The little girl in her arms slept warmly
When you open your eyes, it is the dawn of blood blossoming......
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I think of the raging war in Syria
There was a mother who steamed into a rainbow in the sky
Her five-year-old son is innocent
Affection is in the charred black earth surrounded by shrubs
Squeak with chalk to draw the delicate figure of the mother
There is thick hair and there are full nipple peaks
The little boy was curled up on the ground
In the portrait of the mother with a warm smile
Sweet sleep
The corners of the mouth are in full bloom like a spring flower......
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I think of the infatuation and solemnity of the lookout stone
It was a wife and a mother
I look forward to the home, with branches, leaves, and flowers
Even if the sea is high and the tide is galloping
Even the four seasons turn oases into desert whirlwinds
Even the cold winds of winter chains
Locked up everything that was silent
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Mother, Mother
Even in the face of the strange peaks of the cliffs
Even if it doesn't stand up to the sky
The eyes should also reflect the edge of ten thousand ways
It will also stand as an awe-inspiring long sword
Even if the sword is unsheathed, it is even silent
is also ready to go, full of pride
Sharpen the time and smooth out the ravines and mud
The flowers bloom elegantly and the fragrance is everywhere......
【Author's profile】Lu Ye (male), a native of Zichuan District, Shandong, is a member of the Shandong Writers Association and the China Financial Writers Association. Among them, "The Song of the Yellow River" won the original outstanding work of the 2020 "National Poetry Image Collection" sponsored by the "Poetry Magazine" of the Chinese Writers Association, and won the original excellent work of the "6th Chinese Poetry Festival" sponsored by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of China and the Chinese Writers Association.
【Reciter's Profile】Huang Jinrong (male), senior announcer, host, guest host of CCTV Securities Information Channel, former chairman of Shenzhen Recitation Artists Association, voice beautification tutor.