years
Author: Green Field.
Remembering when I was a teenager.
I always want the world to know my brightness and growth.
I always want to put my hands behind my back in front of my younger brother.
Pointing to the mountains and mountains, soaring like an eagle.
Always trying to tease the magpie's sister to squeak and scream.
Swinging the thin waist and twisting the joy of the model's steps.
I always want to hear my brother's voice ringing on the bell.
The footsteps reverberated like a tank.
I always want to admire my sister's cashmere scarf and the clothes of the morning light.
I always want to blend in with my father's green river.
And the stubbornness of the head of Tarzanshi.
I always want to caress my mother's eyebrows.
and the verdant atrium of pines and cypresses......
The electric oven bakes the mellow aroma of sweet potatoes.
Beef stewed with potatoes The fragrance of chicken stewed with mushrooms.
Stir-fried prawns with green onions, cold tomatoes, sprinkled with sugar.
Steaming haggis soup with red pepper and fat intestines.
Ask the wine cup and look up at the sky.
Think of the Emerald Lake.
There is a pearl glitter.
String into a string of pride.
A table of good dishes A few pairs of chopsticks are on the table.
I respect my father and mother.
Even if my father and mother are on crutches.
In my heart I will always be as mighty as Tassoon.
I remembered my old father's desire to keep the old age alive.
Just wait for the auspicious bell to ring.
He immediately threw off my arms.
Like a child, they lit firecrackers and sang.
I want to wrap my arms around my brother's strong shoulders.
Just one look.
Their hair was covered with gray weather.
I want to amuse my sister and sister for being so delicate and dignified.
Just turn around. Their faces were wrinkled and stag......gering
The years are merciless.
The years shook the emaciated shoulders.
Life is a rolling pin.
Drives away deep wrinkles.
Smoothing out twists and turns.
How much sorrow I swallowed.
How many blessings and auspiciousness have been brought.
I look forward to being happy every year.
Looking forward to getting together, toasting tea to my father and mother to celebrate auspiciousness.
Whether mom and dad are enjoying ...... or not
Let every brother and sister have a bright heart.
Let China plug in the wings of flight.
Look. Each dance dances the backbone of China.
Each song is full of auspiciousness and joy, and the waves soar into the sky.
Every red lantern is holding its stomach open to receive blessings.
Look, look.
Respect came to the face.
Born of true love.
It's like a mountain with a weight-bearing steel backbone.
It's like transparent water droplets that can gather the boldness of a waterfall.
Believe it. Tear the years apart.
It will radiate the sunshine of the soul.
There will be layers of mountains and greens, and there will be a yearning for purple and red.
You put life in a wine glass and brew.
Life also puts you on the wings of the sun......
Believe it, believe it.
The seeds have sprouted and grown.
Set off the waves of the sea of flowers.
Must be open-minded and turbulent! ......
About the author] Lu Ye (male), a native of Zichuan District, Shandong, is a member of the Shandong Writers Association and the China Financial Writers Association. Among them, "The Song of the Yellow River" won the original excellent work of the 2020 "National Poetry Image Collection" sponsored by the "Poetry Magazine" of the Chinese Writers Association, and won the original excellent work of the "6th Chinese Poetry Festival" sponsored by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of China and the Chinese Writers Association.