(paternal) grandmother
The face is like a knife cutting a tree.
Hand-grabbed chicken feet
but
Sounds like thunder.
Eyes as sharp as an eagle
The children have suffered a lot.
At this time, I got my children and grandchildren.
In droves
Don't think too much about the country.
Unrequited love at home, small garden court.
Give time and money generously.
No money to play silence with Sun.
I slept half a ring outside the cool house.
When you wake up, the room is cool.
The old life remains the same.
Today's models enjoy life.
Every day, my eyes are narrowed into a crack.
Look into the distance
be filled/suffused/brimming with
Twenty years old
Poetry 2: Portrait of Grandpa
Portrait of grandpa
Several deep grooves on the forehead
Washed away by time.
That is the footprint of the years.
What is left is not only fatigue, but also vicissitudes.
A cotton-padded jacket against the cold.
Warm rickety spine
A weather-beaten smile
Let the fields see the hope of a bumper harvest.
The sigh in my heart evoked memories of the past.
The pursuit of life is on the yellow land.
Wrote an eternal chapter
How many hardships have been washed away?
Hard work creates the same kindness.
Poetry 3: Dad's Shoulder
Dad's shoulders are mountains,
Hold up my blue sky.
When I was a child, my favorite thing,
Is to ride on his shoulders.
Let him hold my little hand,
Running all the way.
That's right. It's too blue,
The grass is so green,
Dad's shoulder,
How much was recorded?
The happy time of my childhood.
Dad's shoulder is a harbor,
My dream set sail here.
Every night, the most desired thing,
Is to lean on his shoulder,
Let him kiss my little face,
Sleep.
The dream at that time was so beautiful.
That's so sweet.
Dad's shoulder,
How much do you carry?
My growing pains and sorrows.
Dad's shoulder is a long ladder.
I helped him climb up step by step.
Climbing has become a mountain for me,
Turned into a harbor.
Looking down again,
Dad's shoulder!
So you've been here the whole time!
Poetry 4: Sister
Sister, please slow down.
Look at the bitter plum blossoms in the corner.
Lying quietly on the branches of your years
That green bitter plum, with a lifetime of sadness.
Touching my heart hurts
Sister, look at your long hair.
Can no longer reflect their own shadow.
You use the fireworks at your fingertips.
Give me a quiet world.
Sister, please tell me.
Can we be the seeds of bitter plum blossom?
Fly back to the soil of my hometown
Grow again