Original Wang Xinglin 丨 Rewu Village (Poetry)

Grazing village

Text/Wang Xinglin (Ankang, Shaanxi)

Twilight is late

The wind in the countryside blew the beautiful fairy tale

Pass the peach forest

You Feihong once kissed Hongchen

It turned out to be a distant tenderness with the echo of the old age

Get my tranquility

At this moment I am no longer the one I used to

Then, then, then

Watching the rain in the countryside writes summer poems

The wind combed the green show

And the magnificent sunset is full of poems and far away

A romantic symphony for the field

I have written countless wind and snowy moon

Green water branches under the sky

Everything is inlaid with the color of the rainbow

The inexplicable thing is that I walk in the evening of the countryside

But the sprayed part of the birds splashed

Those past things in memory

Tormed the West Wind when the night was quiet

Those words that can't bear the nostalgia

Gently be wet by time

Then, then, then

I am your shepherd boy in the countryside

Come and sing your life late

Including the warm sunny sun on the back of the cattle

If you happen to pass the village night

If there is just a bright moonlight that night

You will see

The moon in the countryside is actually compassion ...

[About the author] Wang Xinglin (male), pseudonym and listening to Fengyou, Ankang from Ankang, Shaanxi, after the 60s, he has been serving on Pamir Plateau, Xinjiang for four years. He likes amateur writing. Many poems are scattered on multiple platforms and paper media. Any title, traveling in the motherland for half a life, walking through the inside and outside the Great Wall, the north and south of the Great Wall, the life experience is rich, and the inner emotional world is wonderful.

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