And the moon like my parents.
Chasing the sun
time flies
After the heat and cold
May
Like golden light
Shine on the rugged road
Full of stars
Shake off all the dust
Buried his father in the wheat field.
My feet are sweating.
Smoked in the sun
Eager to come back early at night.
In a dream
Wring out sweaty clothes.
Look up
Go through the old road
The footprints on those cow nose shoes
And a childlike interest in mountain roads
Why didn't you come back again?
The morning sun
again and again
Lashangfa
Measure yesterday and tomorrow
It also measures childhood dreams.
that night
Accompanying partner
On a tombstone without stones
Carve some poems that you can't understand.
Grass in April
Stepping on crazy fallen leaves
Buried a familiar name.
The wasteland of color flow
Can't see the shadow in the distance
sunset
Pull me into the horizon
I don't understand what scientists say.
How can the oval earth be so small?
Wheat waves in the sunset
It's full of father's names.
Keep chasing the shining stars
dark
Will light up the sickle-shaped moon
By the way, cruelly
Turn off the oil lamp in the old house.
night wind
Whispering with fallen leaves
A Disappearing Village
Buried countless people
And indescribable names
shadow
Silently accompany the sun
travel day and night
In the invisible grass
And my loved ones.
Familiar cooking smoke
Re-ignite yearning.
dreamland
A place to look back.
again and again
Full of flowers and tears ...
Waiyi
Ma's prose poems
Mom,
This word,
Good at reading, not writing;
She is me,
The first word spoken;
It's me,
Happy or lost,
Happiness or pain,
I've been saying this all my life,
At most.
Come to the mysterious world,
The first time I saw you,
I
Is the concern of your life.
Care,
Like a kite,
At one end, I fly high,
One end is you who pulled me;
You pull me, I pull you,
The stronger the wind, the higher it flies.
Me, free, floating,
You're so absorbed,
Dare not neglect, let alone let go.
Care,
Like pulling the reins of a car,
At one end, you pull the car,
One end is me by car;
I sat in the car, laughing and laughing,
You pull me, you keep trying,
Like a familiar nursery rhyme;
Immersed in tears and sweat,
I grow up slowly, and you grow old slowly.
Care,
Like a river,
At one end is you, the endless source,
I am at one end and the sea is in the distance;
You are at the source, sprinkling clear water drops,
I am at the seaside, drinking sweetly;
You look far and wide,
Afraid I'll get lost.
Care,
It's like holding a bird that just came out of its nest.
You are the sky, give enough width and courage,
I am a hesitant bird,
You taught me yourself,
The ability to fly,
I am eager to fly freely with you.
Care,
Like a glimpse,
At one end is your fuzzy old eyes,
At one end is my childish smiling face;
No matter where you go,
You all stare silently;
I play, laugh and be happy,
Always can't escape from your eyes;
Until one day,
Until your eyes run out,
Until you can't stand it,
The moment I fell,
You still look back at my figure,
I am afraid that I will lose it from your eyes.
Care,
Like a road,
At one end is our door,
At one end is the intersection where I am maturing;
You see me off,
At the end of this endless line,
Looking back, I vaguely saw your old face.
Care,
Like wisps of smoke,
I miss you very much,
The familiar smell comes to the nose,
Miss the wet milk of childhood;
Looking up,
Is that our door on the other side of the mountain?
I want to see you looking at me,
Look back at my mature face.
Shout loudly,
"mom",
This is a voice that has been repeated countless times.
Wet tears,
I vaguely saw hurting my mother;
Let's sit on the kang again,
Taste the taste of home again,
Listen to your nagging again.
Care,
It's like standing in a window,
Looking forward to my return,
Eyes,
Never leave a familiar path.
Care,
Like standing at the door,
You look at me, the sadness of parting,
Until you can't see me!
Care,
Is an unequal concern,
You can give me the love of your life.
When I was a child, I was sick.
Stay with you day and night,
Unfortunately,
You can sell all your property,
Borrowed it from all the neighbors.
You're sick,
You only spent one tenth of my money,
People are still on their way to work,
This is also, leaving me too many regrets!
On the day of parting,
I pulled you with tears in my eyes,
Silently by your side,
I hope you will be strong again,
Refuse to break up with you.
We've been through too many farewells,
I never want to see the difference again.
Damn, cold snowflakes,
Cold wind,
Why did you let the snow cover the sky?
Leave me alone in the cold snow.
Why let me choose,
This helpless choice.
You're gone, it's cold,
The cold wind is blowing,
I suddenly became a child without a mother.
Helpless me,
I wish you all peace.
The annual rings are rolling,
Weeds are sad,
Waiting for Tomb-Sweeping Day,
The mountain is full of flowers.
Every grass and tree,
The bitter cauliflower we ate together,
All my thoughts are sent to you from afar!
Note: Written on March 20 15 15, written on Mother's Day, revised on July 26, 2020.
About the author: Lu Youcheng, pen name: Hippophae rhamnoides, from Helinger County, Inner Mongolia,1born in February 1963, graduated from North China Electric Power University 1984, and is a senior engineer. I like to write poems after my major, and articles can be found on literary platforms and magazines.
Focus on local literature and welcome readers to contribute. Email: 23885800@qq com.
No 13 of 2020 (general number 13)