Modern poetry from Lingluoshan in my hometown

Lingluo Mountain in my hometown

It is actually a plain

There is no record of the mountain even in local chronicles

This is a mysterious legend

No one can tell clearly the origin of this legend

A long time ago

I can’t tell which era

War caused disaster< /p>

The world is in drought and people are in exile

Thousands of miles of wind blows in the wilderness and the sand blocks the sun

There is no wind in the red field and no grass grows

The mother takes her three children along Begging for famine in the river

All the possessions cannot be exchanged for half a bowl of rice

No birds and insects sing in spring and summer

Autumn comes and no long-lost grain

< p> The cold winter comes and the snow is everywhere

Huging together to keep warm without a mother

The road of begging is long and painful

Brothers hold hands to find hope

Day after day, wandering, wandering

I can’t remember how long I have traveled

One evening

I came to a village on the east bank of the Yellow River

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The younger brother fainted from hunger and thirst on the elder brother’s shoulder

The elder brother looked at the younger brother and asked the second brother to go into the village to ask for some food

Yangzhuang Village is also the same

An empty village with only thatched huts and no one living in it

The second brother who had been away for a long time did not come back

The eldest brother also carried the younger brother into the village

In the village In the easternmost house

there are three waist-high earthen platforms

On the westernmost earthen platform sits a clay god

The appearance is similar to that of a clay god. The look and appearance of the second brother

The exhausted elder brother laid his younger brother flat on the earth platform in the middle

Carefully looked at the second brother who had become a clay god

In an instant , the sky flashed and thundered

The wind blew the setting sun

A strange light floated in the darkness

The little brother also turned into a god

< p>Sitting on the table in the middle with a calm expression

The eldest brother couldn’t bear to be far away from his brother

Sitting on the left side of the younger brother, he was also covered in Buddha’s light

His eyes Looking deeply into the distance

As if praying for good weather

As long as I am here, I will not let the world wander

As if I sincerely comfort my parents

I I have a home with my brothers and my soul no longer wanders

There is incense in the thatched hut

The wisps of green smoke express my long-cherished wishes

God helps God to respond to all requests

Because the temple is full of incense and the village is bustling with traffic

It is also said that at the temple fair, there will be a businessman who will make a fortune

Counting money on the counter will bring a lot of money

No one There will be endless interruptions

If you are frightened, you will realize it is a dream

Therefore, there are many merchants

Posterity will praise the kindness of the three brothers

Call the temple Sanhuang Temple

Later, Grandma Baiyang came

The temple gradually grew in size

It covers an area of ??one hundred acres of green cypresses

It is said that there is an incense stand

The area can accommodate hundreds of people

It can also accommodate thousands of people burning incense

Folklore

The beginning of Xiao Gudui During the Shang and Zhou dynasties

Renowned in the Sui and Tang dynasties

The Yellow River flooded through vicissitudes of life

Repeatedly traumatized by many catastrophes

Sometimes there is nostalgia for the past, but there is nothing like retro

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The sun and moon have not changed, the nights are short and the days are long

The temple is not a temple, and the three emperors are not the three emperors of yesterday