Poetry

Qiuri Xi' an

? □ A Gui (Shandong)

Not the ancient capital Chang 'an.

It is a village adjacent to Dongan Village in the west.

It's not like a metropolis.

Smoke growth

Zhuang Jia zhengwang

Women washing clothes by the Weihe River are laughing at home.

Rub the old days hard

Mulberry trees on the beach have been eaten by silkworms for a season.

Sparse branches

Say goodbye to the rich fantasy.

Scars cut by corn in the southeast forest

And endless despair.

Only solanaceae plants and mushroom fruits lying on the ground can be cured.

Sour and sweet, everywhere.

This is the best treatment for nature.

The old tree in front of the temple that has been tied with the reins for a long time.

The ligature marks are raised like the epitaph of that old horse.

Mossy stones.

It also reflects the little face that poked around when I was a child.

A look of fear

Nan 'gou was once the eye of the village.

Now it is cut off by creeping weeds.

The bubbling spring under the slope is still there.

But no more teenagers will stay for this.

Wandering about it

Lin Jing Zen is impatient with the stone cave in Beiling.

One by one, the jumping numbers were fixed that afternoon.

A broken kite over the wheat field

hesitate

With the sunset disappearing on the tomb of Xiling.

The village is crumbling and getting old.

Every time I call out its name, it always hurts.

That's where I was born.

That's where my father left.

It is the brightest place in the moonlight.