Appreciation of Hometown Poetry: The Old Well

Editor's note: Everything in my hometown is so kind and unforgettable. The old well in the yard and the rose osmanthus by the well are memories that I will never erase.

Laojing

Text/Kong Xiangzhong

I have been away from home for almost forty years.

But the old well in my hometown yard

But it is an eternal memory in my heart.

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That little vegetable patch by the well.

There are always different vegetables growing in four seasons.

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The well is shallow, standing at the wellhead.

You can see your reflection.

Like a big watery eye.

Looking forward to your arrival?

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The bucket by the well can be taken out at any time.

Well water that is warm in winter and cool in summer

Let you experience

The warmth and sweetness of love

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Experienced

After the heavy snow and cold weather this winter, roses and honeysuckle flowers have been planted.

By the fence in the yard

Still standing and crawling, just waiting

Green shoots germinate after the spring breeze blows.

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Two osmanthus trees by the well.

Has borne fruit, and they are also considered to be.

The crystallization of love!

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Ceramic tea table in the hospital

It's still bright, but

The old man sitting at the table

Is it gone?

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A few pots of flowers on the balcony, I

Come to see it every year, it

Do you still know me?

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The sound of beating clothes stuck to the well.

There was a well * * *

It can spread far away, like mom.

Call the children home?

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The old well in the old yard.

Always

I miss my hometown and my parents.

Infinite thoughts!

Author: Kong Xiangzhong

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