Spring Return (Outer Song).
Wen Weifeng. The spring breeze is soft
Bring a birdsong to peck through the field.
The mist was shrouded. The eagle hovering over the top of the mountain lifts the clouds.
Rape flowers pull a touch of golden hope.
The peach branch picks up the seed match head.
The wicker threw out the goose yellow leather whip body to drive away the residual snow.
The dirt that was about to move was holding out wisps of white smoke.
Piercing the green of the earth's skin Sucking milk.
Through the mist. I can see the soil sprouting in my heart.
The wind stirs the stream.
The loud "moo" sound of the ploughing oxen is like a horn filling the mountains and rivers.
Athletic pace. The iron plough and the stone collide with sparks.
Contains abundant grains**.
Straw hats to and from the field.
Breathe in the scent of earth.
The heart condenses a relic.
Wait for the blessing of a pear smoke and rain to feed the cangli ......
A millennium later
Turn the axis of time.
A thunderclap opened the cracks.
Spring after a thousand years of falls.
The sons of the pre-Qin dynasty shook a hundred schools of thought.
Tang poems, Song poems, Yuan songs.
Ming and Qing Dynasties**. Mushrooms have sprung up and slowly stretched.
Drive a leaf of duckweed.
Travel through history.
Fear and shyness came from all directions.
The cowardly heart hides behind the shadows.
The descendants of Zhili.
Humbly ask: What can our ancestors leave behind in the 21st century?
I can't tell.
Those hot spots that drown in the long river of history are short**....
Read the Sleep Poet Shooting.
Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.