The sun is wearing my flowered skirt.
The wind is coming: blow my flowered skirt!
White clouds in the sky
Please send a message to the high blue sky:
Let my flowered skirt float into the blue sky,
Let the hot sun wear it in summer.
It must be cool and beautiful.
A razor in the sky
The black beard in the sky is called a dark cloud.
The sun is a red razor in the sky,
It uses strong sunlight to illuminate the vast sky.
Shave the black beard from the dark clouds on your face.
Naughty Sun's Prose Poems
I don't know how many times I have been to Linhai.
It was many years ago that I first went to Linhai. My friend invited me to pick nectarines in Linhai Taoyuan. It was late spring, and my friends and I were strolling in the Taoyuan near the sea. The nectarines on the tree tempt us. I feel like the Monkey King in the flat peach garden of the Empress Dowager, and I don't know which peach to choose. I picked a big red nectarine and chewed it without washing or wiping it. For a time, the word vulgarity has become a meaningful amateur noun. Greed achieved the best sowing, and I went home with a bag full of nectarines.
Later, I went back to the sea several times, all of which had nothing to do with eating. Let's try the green vegetarian dishes in the seaside and the dinner in the field house. In the dim night, I remembered the red lantern with a beautiful sea, which was not as bleak as the Qiao family courtyard, but like a lantern carried by children at night, stringing together the warm dreams of people who came home every night.
This trip to the seaside was invited by general manager Lin Haima, and several people from our writers' association made a special trip to the seaside. This time, I really walked around Lin Hai.
In the alley near the sea, there are lush forests everywhere. It's early autumn, and there are many leaves, but the blue sky and white clouds are still full of green leaves and red flowers. Between the patio and the pavilion, there is a small bridge pool, where water lilies are in full bloom, willows are lingering, and the swing moves with the wind. Walking here, I temporarily forgot where I was. At this time, I can understand Lin Hai, a veritable Lin Hai.
After we left, we went to Ma Zong's office and went into their office building. Suddenly, I was attracted by their first floor window.
This is the glass of a wall, saying that a window is not a window and a wall is not a wall. Outside the glass of a wall is a complete bamboo forest! Bamboo forest swaying in the wind, printed on the glass, like painting but not painting, bamboo shadow or dense, or bright or dark, occupying a wall! There are some rattan tables and chairs in the wall, and bamboo shadows are dancing outside the wall. What kind of plan is this? I can't move or extricate myself!
Not long ago, I felt my soul was printed on that wall. No, it is a window. Pushing open that window, I can go back to my dream hometown.
Aren't there bamboo shadows in my hometown? No Lin Hai?
My hometown is in the middle of Ma Pingchuan in the south of the Yangtze River, beside a stream, where bamboo forests are rustling and pine and cypress are clustered. I remember the Spring Festival couplets my father gave me: "The door to a thousand bamboo poles". What are the following couplets for? -thousands of books! I remember when I was a child, on my way to school, the snow bent part of the bamboo. Let's swing hard together to make the bamboo curl up. Where did the laughter in the bamboo forest go now?
Mother planted a garden full of bamboo on the ruins of our primary school. Children's stories are covered by a bamboo forest, but on the night when there is a jade wheel, those stories are still told in the bamboo forest and passed on in the wind, right? Mother's bamboo garden is now almost deserted. The desolate story is colorful, but full of homesickness. Acacia in the garden grows and expands in time.
Su Shi has a poem: "It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo." No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People can get fat if they are thin, but ordinary people can't cure them. "Su Shi loves bamboo. When he visited Chengtian Temple at night, he said with emotion, "Why is there no moon at night? Are there no bamboos and cypresses there? But there are few idle people like my ears. "On that moonlit night, Su Shi saw a piece of bamboo shadow in Chengtian Temple, and could not help sighing his" idle person "status. After a thousand years, now I see the bamboo shadow near the sea, but I am glad that I am a "idle person". Because I am a "idle person", I am lucky enough to meet a bamboo shadow in the seaside, and I can open that window and sleepwalk in my hometown!
Roots, feelings and lovesickness are all the same. On the moonlit night, I opened the window near the sea and saw the bamboo forest in my native land! "In the spring scenery of the distant mountains, Zhuying River is my hometown." Mom, you must help me protect that bamboo forest. My roots are in that bamboo forest, and my dream is on my way home.