Northeast snow
1. Hometown, anchored in the tide
Anchored, my hometown boat,
sailed to the distant blue.
Left-behind,
Fairy tales planted in my grandfather's snail,
Fables sewn in my grandmother's sewing bag.
The pale and bitter days are long gone.
I put my long-cherished wish of the coastline,
together with the isolated island created by Shennong,
on a long-distance boat.
let the sea be baptized.
2. Footprints
Footprints
On the awakened land, a line of new green
is not regular
but it reveals vitality
The hay is echoing the wind
shaking its frozen head
-the road seems to be not straight
It must be an illegitimate child abandoned in winter and summer
. Straightening
dragging a brand-new plough
ploughing deeply, responsible for the hope in the field
the search in the furrow on the forehead
the head of the trough is no longer full of hunger
the swollen `muscles
bury the bony bones
I deeply strengthen my limbs
. Wildflowers
There is a
nameless wildflower
that quietly blooms at the end of autumn
and matures a string of
slightly sweet bitter fruits
The original green leaves
have been buried in the yellow days
So, will spring return
5, Fig
The sand fruit planted in the crooked years
has gone old
It has disappeared. There is a fig lingering on the tender vine
You said: it is ripe hunger
I said: there will be
spring harvest
6 in autumn. Pioneers
never harvested the heavy golden autumn
but after all, we planted it with our hearts
In that season of dreams
Our aspirations were so persistent
Since we have worked hard
Why should we care about how much we have harvested
Let's open up a green space again
Bury the eternal saying
Winter goes and spring comes
What will happen again?