The car is fu
Written by Wang Huamin.
Steel bones and iron muscles, small and exquisite. Beautifully dressed and colorful. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a wind. Walk into thousands of households, carrying people day and night. The sunrise in Xi'an is on the road, and the sunset has arrived in Beijing. Who said that it is thousands of miles, and it is suspected that it is tens of miles. One day is full of January, comparable to the whereabouts of the gods. As a life partner, go with each other.
The family members are prosperous, and the sisters and brothers are rising. The community has nowhere to stand and hides several floors underground. There is no rest on the street, and there is a pause everywhere. Sometimes after searching for half a day, it is difficult to find a seat on the ground. Late homeless, rainy and windy on the roadside. I have long been Xi to it, and my companions share the same weal and woe.
The morning dawns, hurry up and board. Shuttling back and forth, rushing torrents. Interchange bed frame house, high speed, wide and flat. I still feel unsatisfied, and from time to time I block the snail. When night falls, the moon is draped in stars. Yinhan fell for nine days, and the galaxy surged. Iron lingers in the sky, and golden light runs through the sky. It's like ascending to the fairy world and enjoying the city that never sleeps. The love is still chaotic, and the mood is difficult to calm down for a long time.
Half a century ago, there was nowhere to be found. A huge county office, only a canvas canopy. The county magistrate went to the countryside and drove "on his own". In just a few decades, there has been a lot of change. Dripping water reflects the sun, and reform casts miracles. Singing praises for development, our party is wise.
About the Author:Wang Huamin, a native of Qidian Town, Linwei District, has a college education, and a retired civil servant has published poems, fu, and couplets in relevant publications.
*: Sanxian Wenyuan.