So many heads
hang down
Autumn wind blows gently.
They are in the most glorious and tragic moment.
Whispering to each other,
Talking about land, farmers' seeds and granaries
Talking about weeds, barnyard grass and squirrels.
In the corner of the rice field,
A small piece of loess steamed bread
Slightly higher than land,
Slightly lower than paddy field
Without a tombstone,
Just hold it low and nothing grows.
The sun shines brightly in autumn,
A mysterious bird stands on a dead tree.
Black blood flows with the fire passed down from generation to generation.
In black eyes
The mineral deposits are full of unchanging beliefs, gods and temples.
Lan Ni, whose real name is Yang Gende, male, 1967, is from Jiaxiang County, Shandong Province. I like words, especially poetry. Some words can be found in China Poetry, Teachers' Monthly, New Poetry, Northern Writers, China Poetry, Walnut Garden Poetry, China Literature and other newspapers and periodicals, and some poems were included in Qilu Literature Exhibition on 20 14. He won the third prize in the National Poetry Competition of "The Grand Canal welcomes the Mid-Autumn Festival", the excellent prize in the first "Colorful Hedong" National Love Poetry Competition, and the first prize in the first Daqin Cup National Poetry Competition.