Winter Days
- Piano tone
winter
It was Grandpa sitting cross-legged on the edge of the kang
Take a sip of tea
Take a puff of dry smoke
Smear a handful of goatee
It began to make a noise...
It is a small tin stove for Grandma
Boiled tea
It has a strong aroma
Bun grain noodle steamed bun on a hearth plate
Baked out the browned crispy crust...
It's a big donkey cart leisurely
Wrapped in cold air, enter the hospital
Shake off the dust on the sheepskin jacket
Then feel out a few roasted potatoes
Meet the eager expectations of the children...
It was Auntie sitting by the fire
Just a dim kerosene lamp
Talk about homely soles
Sizzling sounds
Echoes in the eardrums ...
It was me standing in the doorway
Look at the sunlight that shines into the house
Through the four fingers that are joined together
Make your fingers turn fiery red...
Salute, Retrograde
In the morning light, your distant back
Hung with last night's frost flowers
In the night, you insist on the figure
Wrote about the guardianship of the city
You are the son, you are the daughter
You are the husband, you are the wife
You are the father, you are the mother
You are one of thousands of ordinary people
But when the epidemic hits
Do not be an ordinary retrograde
So, you became
The pure white that is tired in the nucleic acid testing point
The streets and alleys are busy
That Chinese red...
The warmest color to travel through in the haze
Guardians of health in the city
