Three streets and two alleys are not in love
Hu Shaoming/Poetry
A bluestone old alley
Stretched my memory
Memories are hidden in the depths of the old street
A bunch of rock sugar gourds
A small bowl of ravioli
Childlike old taste
Ignite the faint smoke of three streets and two alleys
The old street has become new
Green bricks and red tiles
The style of the Republic of China can be faintly seen
The roar of yesteryear
Covered by the dance steps of the little apple
The hustle and bustle and tranquility are transformed in the beauty
The Golden Lion remains the same
Silver lions dance together
Let go of the childlike heart
The sound of the heavenly piano
The notes freeze on the horseshoe cake
Dance on beef skewers
Jump in the stir-fried field snails
Specialty snacks all over the street
Carry the perseverance of generations
The longing for a good harvest
Today, they have all been disarmed and returned to the field
Treasured by old wine
In the sea of silent hearts
Swallows search the alleys
Smell the long-ago fragrance
The sound of guests
Covered in sweat and tears
Records the vicissitudes of the years
Cast the taste of the old street
The white clouds of the Third Street
A charming laugh changes in the skyline
Smile like a flower
As if still calling to me
Summon wanderers who have traveled far away
The return date is the strands of gray hair
Hanging on the sea of hearts frozen in the brow
Follow the memories of my release
Breed endless attachment
Lengthy old alley
Holding my old wine
Pull out my thoughts
Writer Profile: Hu Shaoming, a writer in Guangxi Greentown, likes to write, Chinese painting, and occasionally publishes works.
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