Kang wanghe's poems

(About Kangwang River) Kangwang River, the river of my childhood ... Text/Xu Ruoming Moon

-Yes, Grandpa.

The vines on the dam break have grown very thin.

The morning dew on the tip of the blade falls affectionately.

Why did you disappear?

The rattan basket has been broken and hung on the windowsill of my hometown.

Kangwang River, the river of my childhood.

The clever old man fell asleep before the dam burst.

The corn in Shatian shook its arm.

Malaysia pinned a box of guns to her waist.

Why did you disappear from your watch?

The subway car is old and lying under the gate of my hometown.

Kangwang River, the river of my childhood.

Hard-working old people sleep in Sha Tin.

Shijing has been covered with green spots.

Mulberry red is inclined on the other side of the well wall.

Why didn't you find the number you chose?

Whose child is lying quietly by the well?

Kangwang River, the river of my childhood.

The loving old man sleeps by the stone well.

Why do I suddenly stare blankly at that wheat field?

Because deja vu is your straw hat.

Put it on the scarecrow's head.

Sparrows awakened a childhood.

A child, he doesn't understand the silence of the old man.

Why should I watch the sunset?

Because it looks like your sheepskin vest.

Put it on the shepherd.

Three shouts and a whip.

The river is heartbroken.