Shepherds are thankful for the Lamb.
Wen Qinglan shepherd.
The sun is running on the horizon.
The heart burns in the chest.
Lambs bleating in the distance.
It's it with life.
Hold my studies to the next level.
Time is a knife with long eyes.
Cut off the unconscionable walking dead.
left a period of childhood beauty.
Lo and behold, the high-voltage pole towers into the sky.
Fight hard.
Put the ordinary and simple sweat on the earth.
The swaying let the heavenly court know it.
The autumn wind gradually blew the green grass yellow.
Tell the cold horn bird the news of the cooling.
Industrious creatures, already for.
This winter, the nest was built.
Blue sky and white clouds.
There were also a few feathers flying.
That's what I gave to the lamb.
Written on letterhead. I was in the letter.
to them and home.
Best wishes.
Never forget your roots. Struggle to old age.
Sing a melodious ballad for you......
About author:Zhang Shunbo, pen name Qinglan herdsman, is a native of Yanchi County, Wuzhong City, Ningxia, and a member of the Wuzhong Writers Association. Since September 2017, he has published more than 80 works in newspapers and periodicals such as "Ulanqab Evening News", "Community Culture", "Ginseng Flower" and major literature. Literature takes me through time and space, teaches me to feel life, learns to think, and is willing to be friends with literature for the rest of my life, because it can take me to travel, and when I walk into the door of literature, I will be taken into quiet valleys, mysterious streams, beautiful forests, vast grasslands, and rushing seas. Because of literature, I seem to have traveled many places, leaving my footprints everywhere on the earth.