One day, I suddenly found out
At the head of my father's field stands a monument.
It is invisible.
But it clearly shows that
Father used muddy hands and a weather-beaten heart
Written words
Despite thousands of storms
The words are harsh.
Through this monument
I saw my father's thin body.
Busy in this land all the year round.
Zhao Xia travels with her father.
Moonlight accompanied my father into the old house.
God protect his father.
The earth escorted his father.
For the children's food and clothing
It also makes the land rich.
Repeat a rhythm year after year.
Singing the same note every day
done ......
Father stepped forward.
A tomb that is always safe.
What did you leave for your descendants?
Only this monument
This monument
Only I can see it.
because ......
I am my father's son.
Red rain, bleached stationery
Those red water drops are written on the history screen.
It's not a distant autumn, nor is it.
The night is not clean and indelible.
Thick, funny timeline
In the arms of poetry, produce.
The momentum of penetrating the steel fortress
There is not a trace of filth in the sun.
Youth, passion, fighting
Every time you waste and waste, you get.
It's all raining, so
I also shed red blood, in the red rain.
I looked for it in the curling smoke.
Invasive souls, they
In the diffuse smoke
Fight, get excited, forget.
The heart is a blank sheet of paper, while oneself
I wrote it with the totem of life.
No regrets or responsibilities.
Look up, the sky has been washed.
Holding a handful of fresh fruit after the rain, I became depressed.
The Lugou Bridge is equipped with a battle shield.
Pedestrian bridge built by Yimeng women
Carrying a period of history, incredible.
Stick your heart on the party flag and let it fly.
The heart does not fade, and the flag is always bright red.
My tears, generated in the hoarse.
"We Yimeng Mountain people are at the front, are you blind?"
What Sister Yimeng said hit the nail on the head.
Weak woman, loyal to the monarch and patriotic, who can compare?
True temperament, there is no need to sacrifice the top beam, you can bear it.
Zheng Zheng vowed to float in red history and freehand brushwork.
You painted the spring of Yimeng history with a plain pen.
The death knell of the enemy is the horn of our victory.
Supporting role, accompaniment, entertainment
On the red fertile soil, blood is fragrant.
Not a tear.
I carved my growing footprints in the mud.
Let the waves of thoughts sublimate in the waves of the Yi River.
Standing in the stormy harbor of history, looking ahead.
Pack your bags and explain
Mengshan Yishui is magnificent and vigorous.
With the intention of my poem, I describe it endlessly.
narrate
one
You spent most of your life.
Wait with me, those lonely dreams.
Clean the kitchen, never stop.
You said that where there is the sun, there is light.
There is hope.
So just yourself.
A simple life
Only occasionally use the water in the washbasin
Love the world.
You said there is no abyss in life.
There is no darkness in the world and it will never fade.
Always quiet
two
From heights to huts.
There are distant mountains and rice fields.
What has not changed is the sunset and the new moon.
Bags of garbage flew from the seventh floor.
Cow dung is like a flower roll.
A little white dog that migrates with people.
The mineral water bucket bathes in the well.
A toilet was built with the floor.
A ladle of water was scooped back to the neighbor.
The whistle chewed the life in the manger.
The local accent is quiet and threatening.
The curled-up figure of the old father-in-law
Extend sunshine and shorten time.
three
Lost in the wind
When I was a child, I was at the intersection of the village chief.
A straw fence damaged by fog
Stick to its straight and bent waist.
Raise a lamp at night
To whom?
Curtains on the eyes
It is still very easy to drive.
Between opening and closing
This day was chosen in a trance.
So I started all this.
Including laughter, including tears
Through the glass window
Frost off bread
Can you smile easily?
four
Take the key to the mailbox.
Seal off all secrets
Take those roads
I'm still going to suffer.
All packed and stored.
Choose a direction
Borrow the string of an old fisherman.
Throw your thoughts away.
Miss, I have a simple song for you.
Shallow bay
Turn on the moonlight
Read a shallow cup of coffee.
Maple leaf stroll
Cherry branches are fluttering.
As a bridge fence for other eyes
keep up one's spirits
Help both sides of the Taiwan Strait
The content in the evening is the same.
The mind of the river will change.
When the heart looks up, it always sees clouds.
Let desire fly white sails.
Gaze at the glittering and translucent time.
Whispering while flowing
A simple night
Light the stars
Write a memory of July.
Red runs through the autumn.
Broad romantic atmosphere
Mosa mountains
A word of rain and dampness
A flower falls on both sides.
If you miss it, you don't have to circle it.
Give me plain paper.
A simple night
Close your eyes.
Never promise my star eyes.
Appear on your title page
miss
Pull up a corner of the sky
Hold up your umbrella.
Weave a picture of sunshine
Make your clothes.
This is a lonely stranger.
Missing with the cloud
Can't solve the raindrops
You are the night I watch.
The full moon is a poem.
The moon lacks half a chord.
Stars don't have to go.
See you in your dreams.