Daily good poems ｜ The color of my father's favorite

Father's favorite color

Text/Jin Kui Xiaodu

Focus on the life under Baiyun

A series of fresh memories fell into the clouds, time

Tort the father's figure into twist and squeeze the water

Putting it in the line of the wheat field, the wheat slowly thrives

At the same time, the weeds in the wheat field are gradually withering

My father also lived in habitually

Live with the years of flowing

Next to the wheat field, those old trees are still fresh and green

Floating in the years, no sound

The father's sky gradually darkened

On the dark night, bow your body into a round of remnants

Hold the wind, frost, rain and snow

The sweat of the trousers, wet the land under my feet

There is a wheat yellow out of the ground, that is

Father's favorite color

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Sleeping poetry members of the poet Jin Kui, formerly known as Yuan Jianping, native of Qin'an County, Tianshui City, Gansu. He has worked at Delixi Group Xinjiang Fukangjin Tai Industrial Co., Ltd. He currently lives in Lanzhou, Gansu, and operates a Chinese medicine clinic in Anning District, and is engaged in the diagnosis and treatment of TCM. In the past three years, more than a hundred poems, micro -novels, miscellaneous essays, prose scattered in "Xinjiang Literature", "Today Writer", "Chinese Poetry Network", "Reading Sleeping Poetry Society", "Rushable Poetry" and other online poetry magazines platform. He participated in the 2021 "Bright Huaxia? Poetry Cup" National Poetry Contest won the winning prize.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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