Deserted Village (Outer Song)
Text/Wei Feng
In front of the house and behind the house
The spread of weeds sealed the laughter
Under the eaves of the fall
Become a dojo for golden pheasants, hares, and sparrows
Overwhelmed purlins break off the backbone
Scattered tiles all over the ground
Crumbling rafters
Hang your mind in the air and swing on the swing
Mottled earthen walls
Hang out rows and rows of tear stains
The walls of the guards have collapsed
The dog's tail grass carries the pearl dew and kowtows to the sky
The abrupt chimney crouches alone on the roof
Aftertaste: The taste of the dish
Rusty locks
Bang bang bang on the white wooden door
The soft chirping of insects in the keyhole
Summon the key to a wandering land
A few cacti in the corner
Stubbornly straighten his spine
Waiting for the solace of the country
月季花含着蓓蕾
Once a month, the feast is watched for the return footsteps
Broken Buddha statues
The ruins of the wall, the top of the mountain covered by dead grass
A Buddha statue lying on its side on a thorn
The hovering eagle leaves a feather behind
Chicken feathers hiding in the grass shivering in the cold wind
Bird droppings
Decorate the eyes, ears, nose and body of the stone Buddha
Spreading moss seals mutilated eyes
The broken top flower tells the story of the past
Awakened hairy grass
Protruding a sharp bud with a Buddha plant on top
The village at the foot of the mountain
The winding highway is like a Hada string of longings
The long whistle wakes up the mind
Fields decorated with laughter
Riveting the strength to carry up the wings......
Stinged
Text/Wei Feng
Bamboo roots are like snakes swimming in the heart of the soil
Winding into knots
Generate bamboo shoots and poke your head out to listen to the wind
Earthworms pack a seat of sunshine heat
Relieve the stagnation of the land
Waiting for a seed to be planted and give birth to a piece of spring
The swallow cuts the morning light
Weave a tree catkins poplar
The spring breeze perches on the branches, shakes the peach branches, apricot blossoms, and cooks smoke
Falling to the ground and red
Paper kites climb with the sound of the wind
Explore the hearts of the clouds
Save some electric particles to brew into bursts of spring thunder
Ploughing cattle with a sturdy pace
Wake up the dormant ant colony and stir up the restless spring heart of the earth
A dove chirps and falls
Crossing the canola flowers with a slight smile
I heard the sound of the McGreen pluck......
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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