Author: Wang Yunchang.
1. The smoke is gone
Smoke curled up. After circling a few times on the roof of the old house, it suddenly floated up.
Go for the chase. A cloud left behind after a bird flies away.
For a moment, I couldn't see that the sky was drifting on the skyline.
It's still the smoke of the old house, swinging.
The last wisp of cooking smoke is gone.
Took away the old house.
Took away the roots of the ancestors.
Took away the first Witness who called my name.
The old mansion walked quietly.
There was no trace of it. Only a shadow that walked out of the old mansion and shook into pieces.
Still faintly visible.
2. Treat yourself to the old house
The old mansion has my ballad of freezing time and space.
Textbooks that cannot be decoded.
The weaving ...... of the dreams of teenagers in the flower season
That year, the old mansion was treated.
Relatives and friends gathered together, and it was a lively scene.
I turned back three times at a time and didn't want to leave.
Three years later, back to the old house.
It has been occupied by a field of canola flowers that shake their heads.
On an old tree stump.
The few small saplings that grew were collectively silent.
I'm like a fish in my throat.
I was melancholy. A set of sad words customized for the old house.
In the breeze.
Constantly shaking in front of my eyes.
3. Two cabins
Two cottages with thatched roof fence walls.
Outlined. Thematic portrait of the old house.
It's simple, but.
The bed cabinets, chairs and tables in the room are arranged in an orderly manner.
There is no shortage of neat, simple, and clear beauty.
The cottage has experienced four seasons and has experienced vicissitudes.
Whenever it rains.
Overwhelmed, the rain was like tears.
Tumbling down the hairpins and cheeks of the hut.
The hut was a blur in the rain.
Frozen by me. Freeze into eternal artistic abstraction.
4. Courtyard
Spotted, uneven.
Like a face of an old man in the shape of a national character that has experienced the vicissitudes of life.
The limbs of the nursing ditch are bent to a certain extent.
Crystal clear face.
It is depicted as a dynamic circle diagram by fish and shrimp.
An old elm tree of the same age as the courtyard.
It has a large waist and a chic and interesting shape.
I. Never get tired of watching.
A remnant sun spread on an open ground in front of the courtyard.
Painful memories.
Covered the carnival in the memory:
Insects, butterflies dance, swallows murmur ......
5. Write about the old house
The old house was introduced into a poem by me.
Tap the keyboard. Fiddling with fingertips to write about the old house, just.
I want to soak her in the long-standing pile of words.
Read her and keep the little sun on the fence wall.
Keep on the lintel.
Mottled graffiti. Retain the traces of the thatched roof blown by the wind.
Keep her, it turns out to be fresh.
Write her. Read her.
Cut a memory hole and redefine time.
Let the smoke curl.
Rising from the body where the sun has set.