Liuba's old street makes me feel so nostalgic, this is a silent time, solo dance silk belt, old street close to the mountains, old street retro architecture, with the blue sky, white clouds, flying snowflakes to form a winter emotional oil painting. The light music in the book bar accompanied by the aroma of coffee drifts to the deep alley, the footsteps of the bluestone slabs are loud in the silence, and the cooking smoke drifts through the sky. Old Street, like a pot of aged wine, exudes a rich and long mellow aroma.
The refined old street, quietly covered, fragrant and haunting, hanging on the wall of the cloak, coat, hanging in the corner of the ding can, basket, piled in the corner of the green tiles, stone mills, randomly placed stone mills, windmills are mostly childhood memories and favorites, after walking through the vicissitudes, the dead branches in the wind, the paper kites on the strange, still quietly waiting, waiting for the strings in the dream to play the spring and warm flowers.
The old street in early spring is an old pot, loaded with February's new white, sweet, moist, pure, with an old taste, elegant feelings. The turquoise veins of the leaves, in the clarity and silence, sink and roll, stretching the most beautiful posture! Old street bookstore, the sound of the piano is still there, the sun and the moon have not changed, and the infatuated woman in the book is still pink like a flower in the memory of the years, and the style is unique. The empty city that is guarded alone is still a thousand years old, the stone slabs are still there, and the scenery is still there. Purple cypress majestic, the ancient road is leisurely, the wind and smoke are quiet, the time is tired, listening to the songs of "Fireworks are Easy to Cold" and "Blessing liuba", reading the humorous explanations, the lost ancient streets, the old city gates, the women who smoke on the bluestone slabs, they come slowly. Standing on the old street, overlooking the Purple Cypress Mountain, the hope of tomorrow will bloom quietly, I believe that spring is warm and blossoming, flowers are in the sea, and a grand ceremony will come.
About author:He Feng, a native of Hanzhong, Shaanxi Province, pen name Zixue, graduated from graduate school in 2009, is a well-known young writer and poet. He is currently the vice president of [China Grassroots] Literary Magazine, the deputy editor-in-chief of [New Silk Road] Magazine, a member of Shaanxi Provincial Essay Association, a member of Shaanxi Provincial Yuelian Association, a member of Hanzhong Writers Association, and the secretary-general of Liuba County Writers Association. He has published more than 400 essays and poems, and won the 2015 China Grassroots Top Ten Poets Award. The poem "Moon Alone" was published in Germany, and "Angel in White" was published in Korea.
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【Issue 558】
Editor-in-charge of this issue: Ling Feng