Modern Poetry: Impressions of Tujia

Impression of Tujia

Impression of Tujia

It is the girl on the stilted building looking through the window

It is the desolate door and window of the Sijingkou House< /p>

It is the winding rice fields hanging on the slope

It is the water under the mountain and the boats in the water

It is the mountainside. The roads and the shuttles up and down the road The footprints are rushing

It is the clouds and larks on the top of the mountain that are whispering

The impression of Tujia

It is the roar of the Qingjiang River

< p> It’s the mountain people’s chant to call the sun

It’s the caravan’s camel bells jingling away on the salt road

It’s the series of actions that Meimei takes from inviting guests to sit down, loading up on cigarettes, and serving tea< /p>

Impressions of Tujia

It’s my sister who wants to cross the river, who is going to push me?

It’s the fourth sister Huang who is walking and looking good, working as a salesman to be watched

It’s the couple whispering and gazing at each other under the parasol of the Daughter Club

It’s Salha looking at death with joy and intense drumbeats and dancing

It’s the colorful brocade of Xilankap< /p>

Yes, the little bird sings and flies across the waving hall

It is the fragrant food cooked in the wood stove

It is a Taishi chair placed in the center of the hall< /p>

The impression of Tujia

It is the warmth of the 30th degree north latitude and the fragrance of birds and flowers

It is the clusters of blue tiles and white walls looming under the green shade

It’s the laughter and laughter of men, women, old and young under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree

It’s the auspicious green mountains and clear waters, the white clouds in the sky and the floating sky