"New Poetry Picking" Zhang Jinhu | Farmers (Five Poems)

Peasant

Can't remember, from the ancestors

Still start to start

Blood, the element of the sun penetrated

Shower and pots

Endless

That kind, bitter salty

Evolution from sickle to harvester

That kind of smell still exudes from the spine

Remain in footprints

Regardless of the streets of the city

How prosperous

Can't get back that kind of peasant taste

wheat

Bend

Macaron

Mature fatigue

Except for the peasants who serve you

there is no one

Will respect you

People use RMB

I bought hardcover

Special flour

Father's taste

Cut off the night

The grievance is the wind of the wheat field

The residual, just

Saturated father taste

Dream

At the age of 80 in my father

After illness

Wake up from dreams

Will say

Just now

In my father's arms

go home

Earlier

Dusk, always mother

Lame

Shout home

later

Lost

Is the brigade's treble speaker

Shout

after that

Lost

Only unfamiliar in the WeChat circle

Lonely strange

About the Author

Zhang Jinhu, a native of Fuping County, Shaanxi Province. It is scattered in more than five pilots/puppets in newspapers and online platforms.

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