Author: Hunter with a hanging gun
Waves of golden wheat
Under the blazing sun
Shine with a dazzling light
The harvester galloped angrily in his long-lost hometown
Dust sprays straight into the clouds
Wheat straw was instantly tired as silk
It's like a mother lying in bed tired
The almond trees on the ground are red and yellow
The fruit is for the grey magpies to enjoy exclusively
Good childhood memories
Along with the fallen apricots of a muddy place
Covered with loneliness and sorrow
A gestation, a hope
A period of time, a period of yellowing
The apricots are yellow and the wheat is in the warehouse
The hometown is still there, and the people have gone through vicissitudes
A parting, summer solstice admission
summer solstice
Take another look at your hometown
Apple with a daily wound
Like a girl on a plateau
That highland red face
Pity is full of intestines
White clouds, above the firmament
The earth is vast and the heat is rolling
Corn seedlings, neatly arranged in rows
The stubble is yellowed and the knife edge is facing upwards
Life and death depend on each other, calm and stubborn
Summer solstice, hometown
In the dream, you are the same as when you were a child
2021.06.21
About the author: Hunter with a gun, after 70, The Guanzhong Hanzi of Shubian for twenty-five years, loves poetry, unique writing, and intriguing.