The Call of Modern Rural Poetry

Villages in the distance,

It is a place to dry your mood and dress.

Whenever and wherever, I will leave an immortal image in my walk and footprint.

Call my watch of life.

In a blink of an eye, it is already late autumn.

Wang Jing pushes the window, which is bright and clean.

At this time, the winds cross and people feel cold.

Fallen leaves flying, writing freely.

Ah! A distant village

Immortality in my heart

Qiu Si is worried.

Live in the center of a distant village.

Growing up there, childlike interests.

Tears wet moonlight homesick for a long time.

Ah! The call of the village

The wanderer's heart has been corrected all his life.

October sky and white clouds tour

Looking up at the sky, the flute is melodious.

A village with smooth roads

Mountains surround the river.

Ah! A growing village

The eternity of my life