Also arouse the call of love, miss
Point, line and group
There are local accents all around.
Surrounded by all directions
Lost, disaster danger
emergency relief
This is a spontaneous team.
The name is humanity.
The leader is love.
Wear warm clothes.
Refuse indifference
Public welfare is in action
Blue sky rescue
Also save the blue sky
Persimmon is ripe.
Beyond the ignorance of breaking into the flowers
Admirable shyness runs through early spring.
Give birth to the fiery red of late autumn.
Tingqian mountain stream
A powerful coast that combs the wind and bathes in rain
Light a string of heart lights
Mature nectar
Full and heavy
Feelings of self-sacrifice
Raise your eyes and look back.
A floating number
Xingfuba
limp
Sweet reading
Touch the poetry on the tip of your tongue
As a father, point to heaven
Twilight is rolling.
Twisted high ridge
Green on the sunny slope
When you are in your prime, you can no longer bear the hardships of life.
Bending again and again.
The brown paint bends into coughing up blood.
Carrying a mountain of weight
Trekking in the mud.
White flowers crawl and bend down to say goodbye.
Due west: our sexual journey
The next rain
The next rain
It's always sent by the path soaked in pear orchards.
The radian of a cluster of loess dyed the western sky yellow.
From then on, I called heaven my father.
reed
Deeply rooted soil
Don't want to be invisible
Empty your heart
Green, yellow, withered
Once melodious reed flute
Trembling reeds smiled in rags.
Whisper in a low voice.
All kindness
wind and rain
Rain, the sound of harvest.
Autumn frost is pale and cold dew is dignified.
The other side of the river
Ignore the pain
Finally, use bones as firewood.
Constant sound, etc.
Firing into white floc
Piaofei
My white hair is full of news.
-Dedicated to hard-working teachers
It's not just spring
I'm in the holy land.
Tillage and sowing
See you dry up
I water it.
Watch you swell
I loosen the soil
Always correct the tilt from all directions.
finally
Lovely you from our shoulders
Extract the news of germination
Herbicides and insecticides
Fertilization cultivation
Concentration time
grow up healthy and strong
Look at your ears.
Look at me, Guo Di.
year after year
Until the Millennium turned into frost.
Wooden arch bridge, the skeleton of my hometown
Liangmugong lower body
Bend out of the sky
Bend without scratching
The village chief's grandmother
Grandmother's grandmother
Changes in the back
Iron hoofs trample on rivers and mountains
Your trembling waist.
Mount Tai will not fall.
Hunger gnawed at the empty barren hills.
Stumbling steps
You held out your hand on an empty stomach.
Mother's thin silhouette
I am now.
Imitate the back and become a bridge
Grasp the root of the stone with hands and feet.
Bow one's back
This bridge is strong for me.
Standing as a business card for Jizhou's hometown.
Poetry in prose
Old house or photo album
I have a photo album.
A brand-new cover begins
It is the face of parents' youth.
It is also the young costume of the old house.
Years of two-inch black-and-white photos
Shoulder-to-shoulder.
Big sister tossed her braids and hair,
My horns are woven vertically.
My brother is wearing a children's hat with a military emblem.
Our parents hug us.
Family photos in old houses and photo albums
Difficult times,
Sweat crystals on parents' rough shirts
Can't feed four little yellow mouths
The old house with cracked bones leaks air and rain.
Repair of damaged line in photo album
Four birds fly high around the beam
With open arms, I stopped my parents and my old house.
White hair wrinkles squint at the pupil.
The vicissitudes of life in color photos are so striking.
Dad is old, on crutches, for his children and grandchildren.
When mother is old, children will help her.
The photo album is mottled and the old house is crumbling.
Parents' smiles in their twilight years are gloomy.
But the happiness of four generations living under one roof clearly emerges.
The old house has disappeared with its parents.
Extend the love of three rooms and one living room
Nowadays, the heavy photo album is full of
Heavy feelings
I love you very much.
My God, my thick soil.
My parents, my old house.
Full of love and life.