Poetry ｜ Xu Linjie: Life borrowed (group poem)

Text/Xu Linjie

My father and mother

This man is silent for life

The greatest happiness, drinking from a big mouth

Big piece of meat

One eye, after being taken away by the vest of the vengeful wood chips

Deeper silence is his dish

This woman is born

After the fourth daughter, I finally gave up

She pulled out from her body

Various weapons, confront people

"If you can't give birth, you will live as a man"

Mother opens the box and takes out one

Black and white photo

A girl, leaning against the sun

There is a bright spring in the eyes

When looking at the photo, the mother's eyes flashed

The same spring

She said, that day, the father came first first

She just treats her life as a kite

Put it out. Maybe

She has never seen the real appearance of love

At first, my father was a tile house

Struggle and warm, occasionally leak rain

Mother is a cooking smoke emerging from the roof

Swing up but soft

Later, my father was an iron block

Cold, dull

Mother is a hammer and keep hit

In the fine time

Both defeats and injuries

Now, my father is dirt

Mother is rainwater

No matter how heavy the rain, my father smiled with folds

Tolerant, absorb

Mao Tsai and Girl

Can be regarded as a pair

They all have deep double eyelids. have

Black hair, neat and white teeth

Even the little name seems to be settled in heaven

——Mao Tsai and Girl

I like to dress in the winter morning

Humming the song while happily

The difference is that my father got up early to cook

The mother is the one who gets up late at night

Like all the common husband and wife, they love each other

Also hurt each other. Quarrel with the most difficult words

Poke the other party's key to accurately

Close the door, you can also play a life and death rack

The difference is that my father was the first to compromise

Now, my father is bowing with a dark body

Use a cotton swab dipped in warm water, carefully apply

Mother's pale lips. It looks like a fish

Spit bubbles gentlely facing another fish

them

They have squatted in the kitchen for four hours

Put the celery taken from the wild

Choose clean and tie it. so that

In the early morning of the next day, go to the vegetable market to continue consumption

Four hours. Dozens of dollars in income

Change the grilled duck or other dishes you like to eat

They are my parents. They are over the years

They rejected me to buy it

Busy with age and physical condition

They continue to squat, like two hidden doors

A fan is called Mao Tsai, a girl is called a girl

These two names are hidden in their lives of humbleness and

I want to go straight but I have never been able to straighten my waist

swirl

He stands under the dim street light

There is a tender radish and cabbage under the feet

(They have experienced cleaning, cleaning, and binding)

Cars, electric vehicles, hurriedly passed by

Occasionally someone stay in front of him and ask the price of the vegetables

Scrape the wind in December

From time to time, he rubbed his hands and tightened the collar

The facial contour gradually blurred in the night

I drove and slowly bypassed him. Without stay

As if to avoid

A vortex that is happening--

The person who created the vortex is my father

Mid -Autumn Festival

In the yard, the persimmon is red, the oranges are red

My father drank the face of the wine, and it was red

Mother is still around the stove, using the most primitive

The cooking method, the chicken, duck, fish and meat for us

The pepper eggplant planted with her

The topic is inseparable from the land -the golden yellow of the rice ears

And the first look of a moon cake. Mother says

Bile in what you grow, what you grow

Four daughters are seeds carefully buried in previous lives

We talk about the moon. Don't worry about Chang'e and Wu Gang

And the fate of the jade rabbit. The aroma of Guishu

Tong Da Na in the world, everything is beautiful and simple

My father laughed lightly, the moon shone in him

Depressed left eye socket. Mother through the moonlight

Wipe the mottled rust on the cheek and back of the hand

That night, all the cracks of their bodies

Both overflow

Spring Day

Lock yourself out of spring. Distribute

Wearing a robe, drinking wolfberry chrysanthemum tea

A sigh every time

The wind outside the window followed the roar

The orchids on the balcony bloom four flowers, I know

Their aroma hates me

The mouse in the mud is about to hate me

The pulling kite that was pulled hated me

Do your best to pull out the wicker of the bud and hate me

The golden rapeseed flower in the circle of friends hates me

There are peach blossoms, welcoming spring flowers, Ying Shanhong

They all hate me

Everything is surging, and you can use your body to solve the number

Make me live up to the name

And I just want you to hate me

Sleep

Sleep is a lonely career

When doing these, the brain will change like magic

Many yourself. Every own to teeth

They argue and pushed. Mutual break

Revisible. There are a lot of astonishing

In the end, the dead branches of language defeat

Clear by the will. Stack a wayless road

The dense forest appears at the end of the road. Steep

Over the fate of the knife tip

The stream passes through the salt in the body and brings it to the body

Slight dizziness. Only remember

Return bumpy, the fog is filled with fog

The scales of moonlight slowly fall from the dense forest

【About the Author】

Xu Linjie, a native of Fuliang, Jiangxi, a member of the Jiangxi Province as a member of the Jiangxi Province. Poetry is found in "October", "Cottage", "Star Fire", "Steaming Poetry World" and "Shenzhen Poetry" and other journals. The poem won the month of the third "Love in Lijiang" Love Poetry Contest.

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