Longer poems in A Zi's Poems.

Group poem "Going home for the New Year"

Author A Zi

( 1)

The farther north you go.

It's getting blue.

A fluent local accent.

They are all dragons.

A deja vu face

Cold in the north

It is the warmth of the package under the cotton-padded clothes.

Pu yi da kang

A pot of aged wine

Let the fiery body

pernoctation

The Gate of the North

burst through

It's all smiles that are saved.

That crumpled one

Wrinkle-free

Time and time again, waiting

year after year

I don't know

How to express

Is the best missing.

Until now, I didn't understand.

He who can carry it on his chest will be like a father.

Speech poverty

(2)

I like ...

Look at the snow on the tree.

be just like

Visiting my past.

At that time, it was white.

After wandering in Baicheng

Every winter

In a foreign land, the most painful memory

Those snows

After I cried

Hide in the days of laughter

No, it's been so many years.

As soon as you leave, it's so far away.

(3)

It's time to get home.

It's four forty-five in the morning.

I can't bear to wake up my dream.

In the waiting room

Let yourself, straight

Standing in front of my hometown

first half of the night

I'm sure I didn't sleep.

guess

Surprised

The train that took me there.

How many stops are there near home?

at present

I came back at night.

Wait for the sun to rise.

Waiting for illumination

I miss the reunion day and night.

(4)

Today, off-year

The weather is colder than usual

Bought paper money, snacks, wine and cigarettes.

Go to the elm forest in the suburbs

Looking for my father for the New Year.

Father is there.

Lived for more than twenty years.

How many times has the house number been changed?

Look, still look like that.

through the years

Always, some special days.

Meet my father in my dream.

Every time, ask

Is it cold there?

Do you have cotton-padded clothes to wear?

I can't stop talking every time.

Endless mourning

Listen to the old man's heart

Where my father lives.

It was another heavy day.

I still, once.

Hope again

On the edge of the sky and the sky

With my father, once.

Hello again.

I still am.

Every time I see my father,

Bring food, cigarettes and drinks.

Although, the old people also said.

The leader.

Don't eat people

(5)

The wind of hometown, passing through

project

Another street

Stand my black hair up.

Kiss, curl

Golden youth

Hometown, that's great.

You can coquetry under the old lady's crooked eyebrows.

Listen to her. When I was a kid.

I'm on a windy day

Hear the story of my father's footsteps

You can open the old box.

Smell it. It smells like camphor.

Hometown, that's great.

All day.

Lying in a big soft bed in my hometown.

Chase, a large group

A piece of sunshine

Dried hands and feet are afraid of cold.

You can put on old clothes

From morning till night, always face the sky.

Eat from morning till night.

Reach for water.

You can forget the distance for a while.

Forget it, it's in the suitcase.

There is also a return ticket.

(6)

It's getting light.

Paste, red tracery

Paste, red couplets

Red sun, good morning.

Wait at the window, outside the door, etc.

As soon as the door opened, the window opened.

Red and auspicious

Just strode in.

All morning

Busy, reunion dinner

Busy, running around

A big table of food

This is an old habit.

It's all old.

They are all thick.

Miss the past.

In my hometown

The days suddenly passed slowly.

Even firecrackers and paper flowers flying.

Will float into a kind of beauty.

One in the past

Only romance.

Familiar streets and lanes

Familiar from time to time

Or unfamiliar faces appear.

Yes, I have.

Ask questions, ask questions

You asked, short and hot.

It's also warm.

strange

I'll turn my head and look at you.

Guess you, don't you

Of all the people he knows,

Which one?

Whose relatives?

(7)

It is said that a snowstorm is coming.

I am in front of the snow.

Bye, mom.

Farewell, the wrinkled one.

If you don't give up, you have to give up face

Close the door.

I can't see clearly with my muddy eyes.

Red couplets on the door

What stroke is it? What time is it now?

Just remember

Hold on to waiting

Will wait for me completely.

Go home for the New Year.

Farewell sunset.

Please don't.

Catch up with me again.

Go back and see my mother for me.

Talk her out of it.

Dull standing at the window.

Empty, under the eaves

That red lantern

You are my mother who looks forward to my spring.

You should stay with her.

Zai Chun

I

Zaiqiu

Welcome me back again, another one.

Winter covered with snow

in fact

No matter how many years you have suffered outside.

No matter how many days you are tired outside.

Where I am, it is home.

A mother who is getting older every year.

Yes, the year I want to spend.