A poem praising the mud whistle

Mud whistle

Author: Gu Shi

It's silence

Darken the night in the mountain village.

Childhood, after self-study at night

I'll blow the mud whistle hard

Giving yourself courage, of course, is also a call-

Did you hear the whistle?

No matter where it is.

The black dog at home is coming soon.

Running around me excitedly

In the wilderness, we embraced happily.

Like a pair of long-lost brothers.

Forty years of snapping fingers

In my hometown, I came across a mud whistle hiding in the corner.

Holding it is like holding the heartbeat of childhood.

Climb the hill in front of the village

Facing the wilderness

Blow and blow silently alone.

Try to recall the good times in your memory.

Silence devours everything.

Only the distant wind is still covering the creatures in a hurry.

My heart suddenly a surprised:

Blow again

I can't come back.