I have all his poems.
I typed the following "sunshine" word for word, but personally I prefer the second one, I hope to adopt it!
sunlight
Peng Xueming
On the dark back, the sun purred out. Colorful sunshine, fresh and tender, hangs and basks in the gatehouse of the city and the courtyard of the country, basks in a row of crooked bamboo fences in Tanobe, and all eyes, lips and a warm heart move three inches of golden lotus, smiling and sipping. Sunshine is an old hand at spreading love. With only a few gentle touches, the whole earth will be warm and pregnant. Grass began to break ground, trees began to sprout, mountains began to turn green, water began to become fat, and everything on the earth was so charming and intoxicating. Those young spirits of life, such as yellow ducks and white chickens, also emerged from the eggshell of the earth because of the long-term incubation of the sun, chirping and singing. Spring sunshine, like a river of spring water, is full of pink and green, all over the mountain.
Now, the sun just came out. Just like the boy or girl in The Seeds of Love, the sunshine is still sitting on the hill, waiting for his lover's flowers and songs. Slowly, the morning breeze came and the sun set. The fog was trampled by the broken footsteps of the sun and cremated one by one. Following the broken footsteps of the sun, we see the sun from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the ravine, from the ravine to the foot of the mountain, to the valley, the flat land and every corner. We saw the sunshine cat bend over the ditch and drill through thorns and awnings with its head down; Seeing the sunshine, I turned around, whistled and swaggered past our door.
The earth is warm, and moist water vapor evaporates from the soil, just like endless smoke. Sleeping in the mud, the sun stuck out its tender tongue and licked it thousands of times on the chest of the mud. There is no chest wider than this soil, and there is no chest thicker than this soil. Sunshine poured all his love and life. The soil that has been frozen for a winter has grown the grass of emotion, the tree of life and the flower of love as a reward for the sunshine. Those flowers, originally for love, are full of feelings and open everywhere. Now, with the warmth and caress of the sun, they are more fragrant all over the mountains. Of course, the sunshine sits in the stamen and kisses the face, body and penis of the flower unscrupulously. Those flowers made him blush and his heart beat. Sunshine, a talented flower picker, makes us feel ashamed.
The sunshine picked the flowers. Sunshine is very happy. The sunshine is covered with flowers happily, listening to the cuckoo's sound of urging spring and watching the figure of farmers ploughing in spring. The sunshine watched the farmers plow the fields. The sun is watching the farmers sow and plant. Sunshine sees how farmers soak spring into a seed, germinate and sprout into a landscape. When everything is full of the affection of spring and the image of green poetry, the sun stands up and goes to summer.
The sunshine in summer, like a burning horse, always comes at an unexpected time. Hard hooves are jumping around, and yellow dust and smoke are all the way. At this time, the sun is the warmest and the blood is boiling. Red lips are like charcoal fire, hurting people everywhere, so women put on skirts and let the sun hug them tightly. Men wear shorts and let the sun wriggle. The only singer who is most attentive in spring is cicada, whose song is hidden under the tree, loud and not round. Charity Baiyun often opens the wettest page on a sunny day, so that the rain can ride down the river on a raft and moisten your mood. However, the sun doesn't care. The sun still smiles in the clouds. If it is misty and rainy, the sun is shining, the breeze is dripping and the clouds are steaming. In summer, with the most beautiful freehand brushwork painting, the rainbow flying overhead is a masterpiece. The men and women left in The Book of Songs walked barefoot through the rain lane with wet long hair, which was suspected to be lilacs walking around Dai Wangshu. The cordial sunshine walks side by side with them, and the topic of avoiding the world is getting longer and longer. Sunshine and people come to the grass, and the green of the grass is no longer weak and strong. Sunshine and people came to the river, and the scenery by the river was not fresh but very old. Willow trees on the riverbank, boats in the middle of the river and people on the beach all sit in the sun and feel the sunshine. Soft sunshine flows under the buttocks, and the temperature of the sunshine has been down to the top, almost equal to the abdomen. Sunlight swims in the water like a fish. The sun's feet splashed all the way. Those men who are naked and dragging the beautiful river to take a bath are standing on the shoulders of the water at the moment, letting the sun (no, it should be said that it is the light of the sunset) dip, touch and dress it up, and the shining water drops roll on the oil back. Sunshine in summer is sunshine in water. Only by soaking in water can we feel the sunshine is so soft, moist and lovely. Then, let's make a lotus leaf in the field, live in the water town forever and turn the song over.
But when autumn comes, the color of autumn will hang more and more heavily on our windows and eaves. The sun will still shine on a purple teapot and a few strings of red peppers hanging on the wall, and will still go into the autumn Woods to sing and dance and dye the leaves red and yellow. Leaves, the delicate and dense ears of the forest, let the sun bite and whisper. Stepping on the ribs of the sun, a group of small hands with cherries are flying in the air, and the tender childlike innocence of mature cherries is shaking off the autumn colors with bamboo sticks. The cherry is still bright red and beaming, without losing the expression of previous years. In fact, cherry is not the only one who doesn't lose her expression in previous years. Jujube, pear, peach, grape and whole grains are all sun-ripened, dripping with the same fragrance for thousands of years. ! When the sun enters the field, the rice in the field is ripe. When the sun shines on the fields, the crops there will give off fragrance. When the sun reaches the tree, the fruit on the tree will flow with honey. Even if it is dirt, the sun will trample it out of fragrance. Touching the fragrance that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, people who have worked hard all their lives begin to sing. No words, no songs, just a few brilliant roars, full of charm and infinite emotion. Small bridges and flowing water, clear waves of Anthurium andraeanum and purple smoke in Chai Men are all like wanderers running in folk songs every autumn. Those cows, sheep, pigs and dogs are always a group of lively verbs, walking and growing under folk songs. Folk songs, so covered with real sunshine, make people cry.
Choose a sunny day and get married in a sedan chair. Fireworks and firecrackers are colorful, and the capable suona climbed over the hill, walked through the streets and sent the bride home. In the sunny season, there are always some such women who come to your house to give birth to your children, and there are always some details around you. When we put autumn in the warehouse, we often don't have time to say hello to autumn, so we don't know who sent a cold current from the far northwest, which made the winter of March 9 come to people by first frost. Sunshine is no longer the villagers who stay at home and go out early and return late every day, but the wanderers who travel far away shoulder the homesickness and stay. On cold and tired days, we are surrounded by charcoal fire, but we can't get rid of the haze of winter, and we always miss the good times and enjoyment that the sun has given us. But sunshine, will you come back? Are you alone on the high platform, staring at us with tears on your face?
The sun is coming! Sunshine wears cloth shoes! Sunshine came to the place where he had been, counting the familiar villages and scenery! Are those walls still there? Are those rows of fences still there? Are those willows still there? Are those wells still there? Yes! Then ask Mr. Zhong to come and sit next to me. I want to listen to his erhu! Mr. White Beard dragged the erhu to sit in the sun, and the injured and uninjured notes stopped and stopped in the corner of the old man and the countryside, becoming more and more real. In the big lawn of the school, the sun shines on a group of children who are reading books and typesetting characters by computer. There are books all over the lawn. Characters are lining up to teach children to know the road and the world, and to know wisdom and thoughts. The characters say that the world is not only full of goodness and beauty, but also full of evil and ugliness. Dirty and ugly often grow in sewers and corners that are not exposed to sunlight, with faces and backs without conscience. Trading power and money, trading power and money, and collusion between power and money have pushed some people's conscience and morality further and further. We are more and more secular, more and more snobbish, less and less motivated, and more and more afraid of the people. So how much we hope that the natural sunshine will warm our skin, and at the same time, more spiritual sunshine will shine on our bone marrow. We hope that the spiritual sunshine will grow a sword of justice, courage and selflessness, and cut off evil, rust and all despicable and improper behaviors.
Sunshine, our loved ones for life, we always need to sing wine, hold hands and tell stories for you, and we always need your gifts and comfort.
Sunshine 2
Peng Xueming
Even the moon is ashamed.
Cicada has been making noise.
The shadows of the old trees in the village are vivid, like ghosts.
The kerosene lamp at widow Wang's house is still on.
The village chief's wife has gone to bed.
The village chief is a kind man.
The village chief helped widow Wang without letting anyone know.
Several bowls were broken that night.
The blind fortune teller under the bridge frowned.
Blind people cannot see the night.
I can't see the sun.
The village chief must go home before the sun comes out.
The village chief's wife won't wake up until the sun comes out.
Widow Wang's stomach is swollen.
But I can't see the sun.
Ah! Sunshine!
I will never get into this village.