Qilu: Are you pregnant with late spring? (Two other poems)

? Qilu·Feelings in late spring

Text/Zhuangtu Mountain Man

The east wind blows the willows across the long embankment, and the plum shadows spread over the creek.

The young leaves are always green, but the remaining flowers fall away and turn into mud.

Gradually I realized that the clouds were wrapping around the geese as the weather warmed, and I suddenly felt the cold and the mist covering the chickens.

The spring old man is still complaining to the evening, and the whole courtyard is full of children crying in the evening light.

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Article/Zhuangtu Mountain Man

One of the Ziyan

Holding mud in the rain and working hard, the early spring disappears and is carefully hidden.

Dongfeng ignores the intention of the fist and endures to watch the green buds turn into tender seedlings.

Part 2·The sound of doves

The clouds, light and tree shadows are connected, so you can take advantage of the gentle breeze to fall asleep.

But there are turtledoves looking for wild things, and their cries fill the sunny sky.

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[Appendix] Zhiduxi original jade:

Jiangnan in April (two poems from Qijue )

Part 1

Spring is over and farming in the south of the Yangtze River is busy, and rapeseed and other crops are collected in the fields.

Peaceful Story There are few sunny days, and Grain Rain comes to urge the transplanting of rice seedlings.

Part 2

It rains continuously in April in the south of the Yangtze River, making farmers sleepless at night.

It is the spring planting season, and rural farming is looking forward to sunny weather.

Postscript: Zhuangtu Mountain people are neither literati nor hermits. They live in the remnants of Xuefeng Mountain in northern Hunan, where they are called Zhuangtu Mountain. They were born in the world and lived in the same village. The name refers to the mountain, which is different from other people, but also conveys the meaning of not forgetting the origin. I am half jealous when it comes to writing, and half blind when it comes to poetry, which is extremely embarrassing. Every time I write in a clumsy way, I chat for my own entertainment; I think long and hard to make progress, and seek to rectify all schools of thought.

Please give me your thanks and send my regards to Wen Qi!