Text: Cheng Yunhai
farmer
Cough in the country
Earth, come in
This country is a dirty place.
The earth lives in the womb of the country.
The amniotic fluid in those rivers and ponds
Labor Pains
Rough hands were comforted.
My father is a farmer.
They worshipped the sky and the land together with the countryside.
village
The river became lighter and became my bait for fishing.
I got fat, and fat became that fat fish.
The river nourishes strong people.
Grow into me
I want to paint with smoke from the kitchen.
Draw rural customs and habits
And the local accent
Elegant lightness
A flowing white skirt
The roof on the tile house
Grandma's hookah
Yuzui dowry
Gu Gu Du Du
Light up the morning again and again
Famous black and white chickens
The hand that touched the egg
Warm eggs, tender, with a pinch of leeks.
From the moment I decided to go home
How many times have you swept the dirt road?
How many times did draught beer save?
How many times have you changed the water tank?
Be nagged by mom and dad
Greetings over and over again
go home
Bake a fire
Smoked eyebrows
My son's little hand is groping.
Young corn leaves
Let the night wind be fragrant.
Looking forward to breaking half an ear
Chewing homesickness and licking gums.
Pain is slightly heavier than sweetness.
Cut leeks with a curved knife.
Three fresh stuffing zygote
Heated by thick maternal love.
The swaying figure of autumn wind, the temples bleached with light cream.
Dip in a little soy sauce vinegar and bite love.
Stir gently to give off fragrance.
Take a lunch box to mourn.
Lost the pasture.
Childhood in winter
The fire glowed at the window of Linghua.
Warm grass glows in summer.
The iron pot was covered with a drop of oil.
Touch and groan
Sweet hands turn around.
Ground wheat fragrance
Old corn is the wind in front of the eaves.
Be moved by confession
The smoke from the kitchen is warm at dawn.
Snow on the ridge of tile
Written convex-concave sentence
Let the local accent play sonorous.
Full-size ditch
The blade of the ice sculpture was polished.
Trembling posture
The mystery of Zheng's bones
Wait quietly
grow
Her bent posture reminds me of my mother.
Imagine a paddy field.
The curved outline of the field this season.
I tried to relieve my back pain.
Humble and humble
Touch the scars of life
Like those bare roots
Half the people are enjoying the sunshine.
Semi-serious thinking.
I can't be like my mother.
Shrink a day into a gesture.
Freeze to death in the countryside
Worship of the land
Wash the mud off your feet.
Sitting on the ridge of the field
I started painting.
Sketch with a brush
Just like this moment
In the community.
Women bow their heads and plant flowers.
About the author: Cheng Yunhai, member of Chinese Poetry Society, member of China Prose Society, member of Liaoning Writers Association, executive deputy secretary-general of Provincial Biographical Literature Society, deputy secretary-general of Provincial Prose Society, deputy secretary-general of Provincial Children's Literature Society, lecturer of Shenyang Writers Association and chairman of Yuhong Writers Association. His works have been published in Poetry magazine, Children's Literature, Poetry Tide, Sunshine, Mangzhong, Haiyan, Liaohe and Zhanjiang Literature.
Comments: The poet brought us into a simple pastoral life with warm words. "When the country coughs, the soil will respond. The country is the mother of the soil and the soil lives in the womb of the country." The poem is refreshing from the beginning, comparing the country and the soil to mothers and children. What an apt metaphor! The poem "Country" shows the dribs and drabs of life and the warmth of home, which has produced * * *. The poem mentions "leek", "scrambled eggs with leek" and "jiaozi with three fresh fillings" twice, all of which are delicacies of rural life. The poem "Childhood in Winter" takes "grass", "wheat fragrance", "corn" and "snow" as images, which not only draws a picture in front of us, but also makes people stop. "Worship of the Land" embodies the simple and kind character, and "Touching the scar of life" embodies the awe of life! The words used in this group of poems are concise and clear, which gives full play to the spirituality of poetry and gives me great inspiration in writing poetry. -Shen Debing