Three new poems

First, dream hometown

The mountains in Shifogou and the rivers in Liugou.

Jade's face is covered with dough and jade's skin is covered with noodles.

The old pole of the stone mill is grinding.

Broken cocoon feet

Step on the pulp and hurt the egg.

The cock crows and the grass chicken cackles.

The captain's horn woke up the hot bed.

Grandma scooped up water and added it to the pot.

Dad held a pipe and said nothing.

Plum trees grow behind the upper house.

There is a demon sitting on the stairs in the main room of the outer court.

The Toona sinensis tree in Madiyuan is next to the well.

There is a big carriage parked in the west yard.

I lived in Lilouyuan and moved to the river.

Stories pile up into ridges, and the ridges flow into the curved river.

Naively smiled and cried seriously.

Green mountains and green waters, please remember me.

The fate of life always follows the water.

After Qianshan, I just think of it as my hometown.

Second, how are you getting along in another country?

How are you doing abroad?

Is the temperature there high in July?

Is the food there to your taste?

Do people quarrel when they are in trouble there?

Isn't the sunrise a little early there?

Walking on the neon street under the night,

Do you feel a little bad,

Can you fly your feet?

Running home?

In the days after you left,

The clouds in the sky turned into rain and floated.

One day and one night,

I can't stop for a while.

Worried that you will stay up late to work,

Worried that the body can't stand it for a long time,

Work is precious, health is more important,

You must remember these truths.

How are you doing abroad?

Worried days are worrying,

do you know that or not?

Send a text message once in a while,

The sun will laugh,

I will reply to you in time:

I wish you all the best in another country!

Third, the epitome.

Where there are mountains, there are mountain gods.

Where there is water, there are elves who control it.

Climbing or wading

Thorns or dirt

You must choose a smooth day.

Be prepared to face some difficult feelings.

Every inch of injured skin

Are all traces of twists and turns.

Every pious pilgrimage

Are brave enough to get rid of stupidity.

There is only one destination.

Not measuring myself is the epitome of my progress.

Editor's comment:

Hometown is the eternal theme of literati's works. Similarly, in the first poem of this group, the poet described his love for his hometown with regional words. Are you okay in another country? A greeting knocks on people's hearts. The epitome shows the poet's inner persistence from another angle. Life has scarred me, and I'm still moving on! Poetry is full of emotion, inspirational and lively.