In spring.
In the valley of my hometown.
These sisters who are as beautiful as fairies, these wild girls, these hard-working women. Holding hands, laughing and playing, waving their blue shirts, running forward and backward. They ran from the valley to the top of the mountain. They wanted to merge their blue with the blue of the sky.
Beautiful horse lotus, simple horse lotus, blue and green horse lotus, they are the women of my hometown, dreamy women, women brought by a drizzle, women kissed by the lips of the sun. , the woman who warms my heart.
When the spring breeze awakens the passionate things on the earth and blows open the horse lotus in my heart, the pain in my bones is also blown away.
The one blooming on the edge of the field is my hard-working sister. The one blooming on the roadside is the sister I want to marry. The one growing by the stream is my dresser. lover.
They spoke to me in soft voices.
They spoke to me in soft voices.
There are countless villages in the world, but I only love my hometown. There are countless kinds of flowers in the world, but I only love the horse lotus. Because the horse lotus protects my barren home. They are flowers in their hometown, good girls raised by poor families, good girls who do not admire prosperity and vanity.
In spring, when the hills are covered with lotus flowers, my hometown is blue, the moon and the wind are blue, my love and poetry are blue, and the tenderness in my heart is blue. Also blue.
In spring, I want to unload the burden of my livelihood and not go to other places or places far away. I want to enjoy the beauty of poverty in the earth with the horse lotus in my hometown. In spring, I want to dream and fantasize among the lotus flowers, and watch and work in the fields of my hometown.
In the spring, I want to marry a woman from my hometown.
In spring, I am no longer hurt by time.
The hometown of spring! I don’t want to leave your arms, because you have the fragrance of horse lotus flowers, the blue of horse lotus flowers that connect the sky, and the blue that bathes my heart and eyes.
2018.4.10
About the author
Zhang Guojing was born on January 16, 1971, from Shuangmiao Village, Dingning Township, Gulang County. Graduated from Gulang No. 1 Middle School in 1989. I love literature and published several essays in Lanzhou Morning Post from 2004 to 2006. Then I stopped writing, but I picked it up again and am now working part-time. But his deep love for literature has not changed over the years, and he writes his own words while struggling to make a living.
Author: Zhang Guojing
Public account: Dajing Mingyue