Author: Xie Yunfeng (Jiangxi).
A dew drop on a small grass blade
Autumn is gone. Winter has already arrived.
The grass on the side of the road has withered.
Tenacious life.
Survive in the midst of struggle.
There is a saying. The weeds can't be burned.
The spring breeze blows and grows.
The life of the grass cannot be underestimated.
All it takes is a drop of dew.
and from withering.
Rejuvenated with new life.
I would like to be the dew on the blades of grass.
Help the grass regenerate.
Give the world a point of clarity.
Let the air moisturize a little more.
And people are a little more energetic.
Cannibalized leaves
Mulberry trees sprout.
Fresh leaves and flowers grow.
People pick piece by piece.
Take the leaves home.
Feed the spring silkworms gently and slowly.
Mulberry leaves are eaten into dregs.
But it has become a wisp of silk boasting.
Give people the raw materials they need.
sacrificed his own family.
It warms every home in the world.
Shake the red and shine in the sky
The sun rises in the east and the mountains are far white.
Shake the red and shine all over the sky.
The waves of the winter river are quiet and the wind is blowing.
The sand of the depression road is flat and the rain ripples.
The ridge is steep and the green pine cliff is straight.
Lin Qingcui bamboo blue sky.
The people of the land of China are happy.
Everywhere in the countryside happy year.
Xie Yunfeng (Xiaoyan), a native of Yichun, Jiangxi, has a college degree and an accountant title.
Editors: Li Xunxiu, Xu Wenhe, Song Xianlin, Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature.