It is a kind of inheritance.
Experienced wind and rain, experienced vicissitudes.
It is the backbone of a family.
Five
This is a memory.
Remember the ups and downs and witness the desolation.
The mottled walls lost their luster.
Five
This is a book.
Narrating joys and sorrows, recording the past
One touching story after another.
Five
This is a bond.
I am eager to go out, but I still yearn for the outside.
It is the place where we are attached and concerned.
Five
This is a complex.
Wandering in dreams, longing for the past
It is the place where we are eager to return.
Five
It is a kind of sentimentality.
What you see makes people think, and their emotions are chaotic.
Long years can't take away the sadness.
Five
This is a responsibility.
Times are changing and weather-beaten.
Still playing the same strength.
Modern Poetry of the Old House 2 Grandpa's Old House
Grandpa's old house collapsed,
Dad said there was no need to fix it,
Every fragment,
Will eventually become history,
If you pass, you pass,
There is no turning back.
Grandpa's gone
Grandpa left,
I didn't cry,
But my heart is broken,
Very, very badly hurt.
It's like a thousand needles stuck together,
There are still many ropes pulling,
It hurts, it hurts.
Pomegranate is blooming again.
Pomegranate flowers are blooming again,
Bright red,
Very dazzling.
In the hot summer of June,
It seems to be competing with the sun.
But grandpa left,
Nobody takes care of it,
In October,
Will they still grin?
The rice grains on the table
At the dinner table,
A lot of rice grains ran out of my nephew's bowl.
I watched,
I don't know what to do.
When I was a child,
Every time I put a grain of rice in the bowl,
Grandpa will pick it up one by one,
Eat by yourself.
Eating and chatting,
Rice is the fruit of their hard work.
Not a grain of food can be wasted.
Actually, I know better,
Rice is not only the fruit of grandpa's hard work,
This is the sustenance of his life
Grandpa's crutch
I don't know when to start,
Grandpa can also use crutches.
A country or a bumpy road,
Grandpa always carries a crutch.
Many years have passed,
I've never seen grandpa fall.
When grandpa left,
I watched the crutches fall,
When we landed,
The faucet is broken, too
On the way out.
The line to see grandpa off is very long.
From the entrance of the village to the back hill.
Many people are crying,
There are also many people laughing.
People who cry are in pain,
He who wishes to laugh is blessed.
graveyard
Grandpa's grave is behind a piece of sand.
A very clean place.
Surrounded by the fields he cultivated all his life,
The fields are full of golden flowers,
Glossy and golden.
I always thought,
Spring is green,
Now that I know,
It turns out that spring in my hometown is yellow.
This spring,
The sky in my hometown is very clear, and there are abundant grains.
Grandpa, please go,
No longer lonely,
Don't give up again.
Modern Poetry of the Old House 3 Returning to the Old House after fourteen years of childhood
I can't find the key hidden in the corner.
The clock on the side 1 1 stopped at half past one.
There is dust on the stove, and there are three cockroaches lying on the back.
I had to leave.
Walking in the alley, I remember a broken wall.
I used to sit on it all afternoon.
Look whose cow has been dragging its feet and eating grass all afternoon.
The wall is still covered with moss, like a flustered face.
Whose cow is missing? Desolate outside the wall
An aunt came over and asked, why do you have four eyes?
I looked up and there was a big stone across the half.
It whispered ―― Dare to be late.
Dare to act after the action.
Where are the people you once protected?
Dare to act after the action.
What are you still doing here today?
Another broken crutch floated out of the drain at the foot of the wall.
Do you have to rely on people to support you?
Forget it; A 14 year old house with potholes.
I turned around and smashed your lock with a stone.
Pushing open the door, rummaging through the wardrobe, looking for childhood.
Dusty childhood came to me.
He asked me if I remembered him.
I rushed to the door.
When I ran to the corner,
Saw a paper plane hit the wall.
There is chalk on the wall that says ―― Fill in the blanks according to pinyin.
Children; Year; Zheng; Mei; Hao; !
What a wonderful childhood! )
Modern Poetry of the Old House This old house was built in 1976.
Mottled locks locked three main rooms, the millstone and the barn.
But I can't lock my childhood dreams.
Memories grow into weeds in the yard, and no one cuts them off.
The younger generation broke their heads and moved to a crowded city.
When you move to the city, you have a promising face.
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If you ask grandpa how many stories he has.
Please knock on my brick wall one meter thick.
Grandpa's story was made up while laying the foundation.
I shout every day to open a brick and have a look
It feels good to listen in summer.
It feels warm in winter.
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Father still carries that shiny hoe every day.
Rummaging through the soil over and over again
Finally, the soil was moved by enthusiasm and stretched out heavy embroidered ears.
There are piles of corn, sorghum and soybeans.
Salt tightens the pores of the father who lost too much water.
But it relaxed the smiling face of our family.
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When I don't know whether to bury the water pipe or not
Mother devoted all her love.
Just twist it gently when you want to drink water.
There is cool and sweet water gurgling.
Some feelings are longer than the wool you wear on your body.
And mother's ambitious eyes and fists.
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On a sunny day, the sun shines into the hut.
Since then, there have been more colorful plates on the newly paved floor.
On a cloudy day, I play with my grandfather.
Ask if the world outside the window is like a window.
In the years without brushes, TV and the Internet were not unified.
Brush painting is thick and thin, which will make life more harmonious and beautiful.
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Finally, one day, grandpa left.
Said he went to a place where he could eat and drink freely.
All my childhood friends have left.
They have all become bosses, and I don't know what it has to do with the floor.
You can tell from the limousine and suit you drove back.
They will never live in an old house with a floor again.