Text/Anqing Feifei
So many doors are closed, but they don't have enough to eat and wear. A small mountain village,
When a person stomps his foot, the mountain village vibrates.
When a woman slaps, the whole mountain village is crying.
A cough in the dark revealed the secret of the whole village.
The two old grinders, who are babbling, linger all their lives like an old couple with only gums.
The leaking wall around me has been swaying in the wind and rain since I was born.
A dark yellow candle,
It is not synonymous with romance and warmth, but a luxury that kerosene can't buy.
We must eat, wash and get into the quilt cage before the candlelight goes out. The residual lamp only shines for mother's needle and thread.
A winding river, clear and bright,
When we catch fish and touch loach, we also become small fish loach in the river, and the cheerful cry sometimes floats in the smoke.
These scenes that have to be returned are still fresh in my memory.
Just didn't grow up with me
How many years later, when the leaky wall became a country house, when I bid farewell to the days when my back was facing the loess, I became a misty cloud.
However, the stubborn local accent suddenly grows in unprovoked thoughts.
The childhood of corn paste, sweet potato porridge, radish and cabbage feeding suddenly turned into a bright April.
That mountain, that water, that kind person, that childhood mountain village, the birthmark of that era.
Childhood after 90 s
Text/health
I had a dream that night,
Dream of dawn, but the light has gone.
People grow up, but their childhood is slim.
I want to sit on the stone mill at the entrance of the village, bathe in the sunshine, sing loudly, watch the white smoke rising from the chimney of the house, and tiptoe home happily.
I want to watch movies, sit in Mazar-i-Mazar, drink herbal tea, play with knives, guns, sticks and traditional Chinese opera animation in the bullpen compound, which will give us youth and strength and consolidate our poetry and distance.
I want to take advantage of the summer heat to jump into the water, splash, turn up the blue waves, dive into the water to hold up the warm sediment and look for our long-lost treasure.
I want to hear the bell of class on the playground, run with the wind and get together. I have my rubber band, you have your goat, I play with my sandbag, and you show your transformers.
We are still us, but time is not our time.
We have learned to protect our family and our side, as well as our motherland and distant places. Our childhood was buried in the soil and gradually blossomed.
When the dream woke up, it was dawn. It is shining, guiding the distance, which is the direction of flowers.
childhood days
Text/Xiuguang
Brother's candy
I wonder how old I was then.
Anyway, I sat in the seat behind the door.
My brother is in kindergarten.
Wearing a long white pocket
He is reluctant to eat the candy given to him by kindergarten.
Use his little hand as soon as you enter the door
Take sugar out of your belly pocket.
Stuff it into my little hand
Say, brother, here you are.
I can't remember the taste of sugar.
I only remember my brother's feelings for me.
Seed castor
I went to the first grade of primary school.
The teacher gave us seeds.
Call on us to plant castor.
I can't find a place to grow it.
Pulled vegetables out of mother's field.
My mother beat me if I didn't have the guts.
I thought the vegetables in my neighbor's grandmother's house could be pulled out.
Just after planting castor, I was scolded by my neighbor's grandmother.
Mom locked me in my room and hit me harder.
Neighbor grandma can't stand it.
Climb into the window and block mom's hand.
Say, stop fighting. Stop fighting
Hit me if you want.
Pumpkin flowers
On a thatched pigsty
Full of blooming pumpkin flowers.
Some flowers are just lonely.
They know
I'll never have melons myself.
Because mother earth gives life.
What if there are no melons?
It's not the same as sending pollen.
Can you also decorate this colorful world?
Smiling face of lotus flower
Text/Nie Xin
Who has seen the smiling face of lotus?
Break the beauty and fragrance of childhood.
The time at the fingertips has lengthened everything.
It also shortens everything.
In my childhood.
Small.
Smiling face is also small.
But the world is really small.
Time at the fingertips
Cannot be shortened
How does time precipitate?
This is a beautiful time.
And it's intact.
You can forget
The childish friendship in primary school
You can forget
A love affair written in a college diary.
You can also forget.
The first kiss left in the office
But the moon of childhood
The more I want to forget.
The more it glows.
Childhood has always been my pen.
The warmest words
When will you write it?
A winter heart
It's also warm.
Who has seen the smiling face of lotus?
Sauce dipped in the sun
Let the taste of time be so mellow.
Remember the fleeting time.
Text/Yuan
before long
Open the title page of poetry
Looking for memories of the past.
Ring of time
Never stop
My heart never stops.
The wind goes with its heart.
In the falling photos,
The old one cannot be confirmed.
Who's in there?
In a little memory
I can't find you that long ago.
With a vague mark
Lost in childhood
Who stole my memory?
Who stole my childhood?
I don't know.
A tunnel that only knows time and space
Leave a mark on my heart.
Moreover, deeper and deeper.
A little scared.
No matter how difficult it is.
Smile at the world every day.
With a young heart
To feel
Feel the joy of every day.
Face the sky
Face the sea
Stretch out your arms
Easily
Fly freely
moon
Text/Fishes
revise
Come back at a fixed time
In the law of all things
The sun, leaves and geese fly south.
Stars, seasons, hibernating snakes
On the way back.
Hometown is getting farther and farther away.
Childhood is getting farther and farther.
When you realize this,
My weakness is a star.
My sadness is bigger than the moon.