[Poetry] The rough river bed (two songs outside) ‖ Wei Hanquan

The rough river bed of the aquatic grass (two outside)

The swordfish is below the mountain, the part of the water entering the water

From less

It is a group, arranged a bit

Like the beat of the copper drum slowing down

The paddle of the fishing boat passed back and forth, she was sitting on the bow

Anxious search signal

The light and shadow of floating creatures on the shoulder

Motor

She said: Hey, where are you

The leaves of the papaya tree on the left bank

The fish group occasionally jumped out of the sunset golden light

Whole water

The mountains and green trees along the way are bypassing for some reason at this moment

The buried helmsman, squeezed out the blood in the eyes

The throttle spray silently

In his experience, this area is the riverbed of water grass

The roundabout of them in the morning or evening

And when all the flying is calm down

He just wanted to tell her that he wanted to listen, under the index finger, in the keyboard

Outflow

○ ● ○

One section of mountain roads

At that time, I turned out to be a familiar mountain road

Know nothing about

I have no vehicles that I carry, nor did I not

Carry

She said that she needs to walk alone

Like the drums that listen repeatedly

That song is the part of the interval part

Folding down, it seems that there are also rhymes

Looking back, the sky is getting dark

A series of shadows are still sneaking in the mountains

Cigarette head flashes

Echo of Starlight

Everyone is on the road

Sweet potato vine and corn buds

Sweet potato vines entangled in corn fields

In the seven hundred Nongshan

East scooppy and west, plant corn seedlings

And their partner: sweet potato

This is the farm I know

Make me love everything while

Love it

These plots

In my young age and twilight

Always occupy the beauty of my heart

So that I dare not dare

The richness of some trees

And to some flowers

Abuse words and rhetoric

I just want to leave after leaving

People to middle age

Once I was walking in the field after autumn

I bend my waist

Should be with your 的

Take the corn buds you handed in

And their dew on their bodies

Return to the heart, pursue yourself

End

About the Author

Wei Hanquan, male, Zhuang. Member of Writers Association of Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region. He has published poetry in journals such as "National Literature", "Poetry", "Stars", "Yangtze River Poetry", "Guangxi Literature". He has won the annual Guangxi Zhuang Poet Award and other awards. Now living in Guangxi Dahua.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Wei Hanquan (Member of Writers Association of Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region)

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